After being knocked unconscious by the group of men who had attacked us at Cross Academy, I wasn't aware of anything for a while, you know, being unconscious.

When I did start to regain consciousness I felt a sharp throbbing pain in the side of my head. It was so strong at first I almost passed out again from the sheer intensity of the pain. It had taken me a while to realise I was actually awake….to remember how I had ended up in such a situation. My initial thoughts had been;

Yuki….Yuki, is Yuki safe? Is she okay?

At the time I hadn't been able to even fathom what had happened to her, to even recall where she was, hell even where I was….

My memories played out as they had before as if I were actually reliving that same scene again.

The stabbing in the side of my head was unbearable. If I ever got my hands on the bastard who had inflicted this upon me….I struggled against the pain, finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the pain. Still I had to remember….I attempted to open my eyes, to discover where I had been taken….but to no avail. My eyelids felt unbelievably heavy. Frustrated I instead deigned to move my limbs. I managed to twitch my fingers. My entire body felt limp. It felt as if it were being weighed down by lead. I mentally cursed, not even able to open my mouth. What the hell had happened to me?

After what felt like hours, but I anticipated to be mere minutes, I began to regain feeling in my limbs. Not enough to move them, just enough to remind me they were attached to my body. A thin veil of light became noticeable through my closed eyelids, they way light seems to filter through when you're only half awake. Through the constant pain that plagued my pounding head, I felt grogginess. It was almost like…being hung-over. My heart skipped a beat at a sudden revelation I had….what if I'd been drugged? If that was truly the case…then these people were not messing around. I had a peculiar tingling sensation in my fingertips….well at least I could feel something…I inwardly smiled to myself, realising I could finally move.

My limbs still felt heavier than usual, but I didn't care. I was just elated that I could move once more. I lifted my arm a mere inch off the ground before my hand collided with something. I frowned to myself aggravated by this. Moving my hand around I realised that it was securing my arm to…whatever I was lying on. I lay still, not having given up, just trying to decide what I had been placed on. Shifting a little I felt the chill of cool metal against the bare skin of my back. I moved each limb in turn, finding both my arms and legs were securely fastened to the object I was lying on. With this new information I deducted that I was on some kind of….operating table? I knew that wasn't the correct name for it, but what did I know about this kind of thing?

As well as this, it had also occurred to me that as well as not wearing a shirt…I didn't seem to be wearing…anything. This revelation shocked me into finally opening my eyes. Shit. I swore as I was blinded by the type of light you may find in a dentist. As my eyes began to adjust to the change in brightness my eyes flitted across the room I was in. My eye widened as I caught a glimpse of my body. It was covered in…suction cups. I didn't know the technical terminology, but that was what I saw. Turning my head I was alarmed to feel them fused to the sides of my head as well. What the hell were they doing to me?

I struggled, not giving a damn whether or not I was caught; I just wanted to get out of this place. I yanked at my limbs despite the fact they were secured by metal ties. I cried out in pain as I wrenched painfully at my limbs despite the agony it caused. I arched my back, as if this would some how give me the strength to tear my arms and legs from the confines of the metal barriers. My panic fuelled frenzy caused some of the suction cups to be ripped from my skin. It felt similar to having a plaster being ripped off, but I couldn't care less. All I cared about was escaping. Of course I should have anticipated that the removal of these would trigger an alarm…

Men that resembled doctors or scientists dashed into the room. They wore long white lab coats signature of someone in a scientific or medical position. Still flailing, determined to get away. One of the rushed over the a monitor that appeared to be measuring my steadily increasing heart rate. A pair of them came over to where I lay, attempting to restrain me, to calm me down. Their attempts only enraged me more. A fourth one appeared by the door, holding a syringe in his hand. So they had drugged me, and planned to do it again. Like hell they would…As this one moved toward me I glared at him, a glare of pure abhorrence that I meant to say 'inject that into me and it'll be the last thing you ever do'.

He neared me, attempting to trap my arm so that he could successfully inject the drug into my vein, but I put up a fight, before finally opening my mouth and voicing my protest.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE INJECT THAT IN ME!" I bellowed, amazed by the sheer magnitude of my voice. My entire body shook with fury and hatred. The doctor with the needle turned to one of his comrades for guidance. He was flicking through a clipboard. He looked up casually as if he hadn't heard me. He looked blankly at his comrade before sighing.

"No more for him, it might interfere with the test results anyway." He instructed, placing the clipboard back on a hook beside the heart monitor. The man nodded, placing the needle on a nearby metal tray. I panted my body and mind worn out by my protest.

"W…what are you doing to me? WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES?" I demanded, ashamed to admit I felt a little frightened. Still, my anger was more intense than my fear, and I couldn't keep it from coming across in my voice. The 'lead' doctor, or so it would seem gave me a blank look before finally replying.

"All in good time. As for your clothes, they will be returned to you once we have finished testing." I was livid. They had me trapped like some sort of animal, yet the would not give me a simple explanation. Before I was able to dispute the matter further the men left me alone in the room once more, shutting the door firmly behind them. That was only the beginning.