Rated M for blood, gore and adult content

Disclaimer: I think I would be crying while writing this if I owned Soul Eater.

Chapter 4: New Arrivals and Experiments


Pain is life – the sharper, the more evidence of life.
- Anoymous


After the fateful incident, the people running the circus constantly picked on them, making them feel more humiliated and useless. Like they didn't already have a low self-esteem.

Tsubaki scratched the wall with a stone, counting the days that she had been trapped in here with Black*Star. She would bet that her parents were frantic to find her, along with the bluenette that she took care of and tried to get him out as much misery as possible.

The trio formed a close bond as they got through thick and thin, giving each other a shoulder to cry on when there was excruciating pain, caring for one another as they were a family and not slaves trapped in their eternal hell that would haunt them even if they did escape.

They could only pray that the events they had to participate on were lenient but there was never such luck. '178 days since I've been here' the words rang through Tsubaki's mind as her fingers brushed against the wall, her only tracking system on time.

Maka looked at her black-haired companion in boredom, wondering why she had even bothered to count. To them, time was nothing – not when you would feel bouts of pain and everyday was literal Hell. Each day was the same and hardly worthy of being noted.

At the sound of her cage creaking open, the ash-blonde's head swerved as another three were tossed into her cage, the two blondes glowering at Mosquito with upmost hatred as they grasp onto their bleeding arm. Maka could easily see that they had a rough time before they arrived, the older blonde reeking of alcohol and it was surprising that the damage dealt on them were minor.

The black-haired boy looked positively bored, his pin striped suit torn around the edges as cuts grazed his skin, the blood seeping into the silk material. The red-eyed ring leader cackled as he slammed the iron bar door shut, jiggling his keys.

"I hate that ducking blood-sucking long-nosed bastard." The older blonde spat, her eyes searching the younger blonde, seeing if she was injured.

Maka and Tsubaki giggled at her crude language, knowing that she would be good friends with her. Heck, anyone who wore their defiance like a crown instead of cowering would instantly be fast friends with them. They crept towards the new comers curiously, wondering what their story was. By far, it was a weird pink-haired person who had the worse.

Their benefactress's sister was fond of experimentation and after her first newborn that seemed genderless from the first time he or she was seen, the experiments started. In fact, she proclaimed that she could experiment on her own child because the child wasn't abducted and she could do whatever she damned pleased.

The poor guy ended up suffering from anxiety attacks, depression and constant suicidal thoughts. Arachne's sister definitely seemed like a witch incarnate like her sister, that's for sure. The pink-haired was so unstable that even as a slave, he was more of an exhibition to find out new things he or she feared.

It seemed like the person feared everything.

"So what's your name?" Maka broke the awkward silence.

"Patty!" The blue-eyed girl squealed, before hugging the older blonde. "She's my sissy Liz!"

"Oh, now you tell me she's homo?" The black-haired boy snorts. "Suddenly I feel like I hit on the wrong person on the trip here."

"Patty," Liz rubbed her temples in exasperation before whacking the boy. "I'm not a bisexual, I'm perfectly straight and you –"She sneered – "Grow some fucking balls and get a life. Your fashion sense sucks."

"Well at least I don't seem to be a stuck up narcissist." He shot back.

"Oh, pretty boy using good vocabulary? How fancy." Liz countered back, her little sister bursting into a fit of giggles.

"At least I don't use a string of profanities to prove my worth."

"Why you- "

"Why you what?" The black-haired boy said sweetly, crossing his arms cheerfully, knowing he won the argument.

"SHUT UP!" Maka screeched, slamming both of their heads into the wall.

"What the hell woman –"

Black*Star slammed their heads into the wall again, clapping his hands. "Is tis a kind of gaming for the god to pwlay? Slam their bubble-heads till they dieeeee?"

"What's your name?" Tsubaki asked gently, shaking the boy to see if he was still conscious.

"Seth Evans." He croaked, moaning about his head wound.

'What a priss' Maka thought, wondering which day he would die if he was pain sensitive. Surely he would die fast.

"I knew once Patty and I became captives…. We would become slaves but who knew it would be crazy town? "Liz groaned.

The slaves near them stopped sulking as they came closer to them, smiling through their tears. "It's just them."

Caught by surprise that Patty suddenly blocked her view, it forced the ash-blonde to stare right into her sapphire blue eyes with her jade green ones. "Do ya like giraffes?"

"Sure?" Make said in an unsure tone.

Clasping her hands with her smaller hands, Patty squealed, "Yay giraffe!"

"I bet they dissect giraffes here or something….." Soul murmured, fiddling with his red dress shirt, taking off his ebony black tie.

"Say what?"The younger blonde's voice took on a dangerous tone before getting onto her feet, punching the poor boy at the side of the head, waving her fist in the air. "No one insults giraffes." Her mood turning back into her happy-go-lucky attitude.

"Is she always like this?" Maka asked soundlessly, watching her prance around as if she was in an amusement park.

"Pretty much." Liz sighed, lying on her back.

"Sounds miserable…. Like a second Black*Star." Tsubaki said sympathetically.

"Only that my sister is twice worse." Liz deadpanned.

Maka hissed involuntarily as he eyes narrowed into silts, Giriko coming into their view with a sinister-looking smirk on his face. Who would be the victim of today?

He dragged out the Brooklyn sisters along with Evans, the pair squirming in his grasp as they struggled to set themselves free as he slapped them senseless, before stepping on their legs painfully, making sure they could not escape before laughing maniacally.

The trio that was left in the cell exchanged panicked glances with each other, wondering what was going to happen to them. They may have met for such a short amount of time but the connection was already there.

Unknowingly, a week passed quickly as the trio's spirit was dampened, not seeing Seth, Liz and Patty returning. They were really worried; they wondered what abomination the experiment team would come up with.

They kept glancing at the steel door that remained shut, locking out the rest of the slaves out of the happenings that happened in there. Some never came out and when the door opened, a stench would reek. If it succeeds, the experiment subject would be in more pain than ever and seldom had it given them more happiness.

"Tsubaki….. Do you think they'll make it out alive?" Maka asked quietly as she sobbed silently, trying to calm her burning skin that had just burnt her entire back as she denied the audience the entertainment.

"The sisters are fighters….. I'm sure they will." The camellia smiled weakly as she tended to the green-eyed slave's back, looking at the raw burning flesh that was swollen.

"Seth is my brather. Imma sure he woody." The bluenette chirped, testing out the words that came out of his mouth.

"Let's hope….." Maka muttered under her pants, trying to hold in the screams that were trapped in her parched throat.

Nightfall approached quickly as Maka could finally slip into slumber. It was better to rest a few hours and tried to get the searing pain off her mind – even if it was for a while. A set of slightly squeaky wheels rolled down the blood splattered cemented floor, before they placed the conjoined sister and the albino boy back into the cell; a smile on the scientist's lips, knowing that this might have been their best experiment yet.

A week ago~ Soul's P.O.V

I've just been stripped bare, hating the fact I was half naked, if not for the hospital scrubs that gave me a measure of privacy. The thick pungent blood scent in the air made me want to puke my guts out – it smelt so much of rust and salt, a disgusting combination if I ever had to admit.

I knew I was in for it…. But it honestly made me curious what was in store for me. I've seen the kinds of things they've done as I walked past the cages and none of them were ever pretty. It disfigured the slaves as if their virtue and innocence had already been destroyed enough.

Now, they would even fear to look at their own reflections from what has become of them, the surgery permanently etched in them and unchanged. There would be no escape from their own memories, having to live with the looks and consequences it had brought. What an awful and uncool thing really.

They pushed me into the room before they strapped me into the metal table, their eyes surveying my body on where they should start.

I could hear muffled conversations on the background and it disturbed me on what was going on.

"…. Morphine?"

"None….. Feel the pain."

"Start…. Eyes."

They started to move around the room, gathering all the things needed for the surgery that may cost my life. One of them looked apologetically at me as they mouthed sorry before the sharp object descended down my eyes, making me scream.

There was absolutely no room to question why there would be an apology if they were in such an establishment and every fiber of my being was screaming in pain.

It felt like they were goring my eye out – my eyelids couldn't snap shut like it wanted to, it was burning as I felt blood trickled down my tan skin. I couldn't move my neck due to the bindings; it gave an impression that I was being strangled as my neck pressed against it.

The gory process continued as I felt every single pain that was being dealt on me. I felt blind for hours – as the continued to dig deeper into my eyeballs. I don't think I have whites anymore – felt like I would condemned to being a blind forever.

I knew my sight had returned when they stopped poking my eyeballs but a bandage replaced it instead. I felt the raw burning sensation continuing beneath my skin as it wanted a release. I couldn't blink just yet – it would surely cause me pain so I resisted blinking.

I screamed as I squinted my eyes shut, a sharp thick needle poking into my scalp as I writhe under the torture. I quickly opened my eyes, knowing that I was crying – really hard. I think I just became a faucet.

I couldn't believe I was still awake as they suddenly opened my mouth, making it as wide as possible. I was really thirsty – it felt like I was in a desert and been dehydrated for years. Something poked into my gum but the pain was minimal; the other pain I felt was worse. I could taste the raw taste of my own blood. I swallowed it unwillingly.

The last blow that they landed on me was the huge slash that went from my left shoulder to my right waist made me scream the loudest I ever had in my entire life, my lungs suddenly losing air as the strap strangled me, the leather straps biting into my skin. I lost to the darkness.

Liz's P.O.V

Holding Patty's hand like my life depended on it, she looked at me worriedly as she brushed a tendril of hair off my face. "You look pretty," She cooed, smiling brightly at me.

I could feel the anxiety seeping out of her skin but she hid it rather well. She had always been one of the strongest actress – when our dog died she shed no tears and instead she tried to comfort me. I knew she cried herself to sleep for a month straight but in order to support her; I didn't push the matters further.

I was glad to be in a close approximate to her but it worried me why were we on conjoining surgery tables, our ass naked as heck.

The surgeons gave us lusty stares as I glared at them, one of them suddenly grasping my chin. "This one is a feisty one. Put the other to sleep. Let this girl feel and witness everything."

"Sadistic bastard." I shot, my body trembling with anger. At least… at least my beloved sister didn't have to suffer any pain as much as I did. For her…. Anything.

I would quit smoking and stop this unhealthy lifestyle if it could get us out of this hell hole, we were the devils of Brooklyn and yet…. Here we are, strapped in and ready to receive our death penalty. Well at least we are together.

She gripped onto my hand tightly as she shook her head furiously, pleading me not to anger them anymore. My anger dissipated slightly, I nodded before I watched the morphine get inserted into her.

'Sleep well….'

The moment the morphine worked, they snapped into action, I screeched in horror as I clamped my eyes shut, feeling the pain as the cut open a part of my scalp, along with Patty's. I feared the horrors that were going to happen as I saw how her face was contorted into pain and I knew she was feeling a measure of it.

My mind was screaming for her to deepen her sleep so she didn't have to see or feel any of this. She did not deserve this. She shouldn't have been condemned into a slave. She shouldn't have been. Why is the world so hateful?

Feeling a sharp jab in my brain, I screamed, losing consciousness but it felt like they were making a meal out my already damaged from smoking brain.

Normal P.O.V~ Back to reality

Maka let out a silent scream when she saw the condition of her experimented friends. Seth looked so different. Instead of black-haired and blue-eyed boy that constantly infiltrated her dreams for a cry of help, it was replaced with a white-haired boy and red-eyed boy with jagged sharp teeth and a huge scar across his chest.

"What did they do to you?" She curled up in a ball, not caring about the pain that she was feeling from her back and the dirt that hit her skin, elevating the pain.

Liz and Patty were to be joined forever – the stitches on a large part of their scalp conjoined them together; hair will never grow from there again. "What kind of abomination is this?" She screamed as she banged her head against the wall, not caring whether she was bleeding and her blood was smearing onto the walls.

How the hell can I help them?

Someone grabbed her by the shoulders and prevented her from hurting herself more.

She turned around, weak as she faced red wine and turquoise staring at her incredulously.