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The Origin of Spiders
Chapter Six: Feitan
Pain must be endured, someone once taught Feitan. However, Feitan prefers to repay the pain he endured duly to his inflictor. And that was exactly what he did.
The sun was shining too brightly to Feitan's liking. He has been having a fever and he was starting to feel dizzy under the hot, blazing sun. He needed some place shady to lie down.
"Get lost! This is my spot."
It seemed like every good spot was already taken up by someone. The only option left was the underground drain pipe. It was dirty and smelly but at least it was dark and no one would bother him there. Or so he thought.
Feitan was about to doze off when a resounding gunshot jerked him awake. It was too dark to see anything clearly but he heard something heavy being dragged on the concrete followed by a splash in the water. The raven haired boy lied very still although his heart was thumping wildly. Then a strange smoke began to fill the air, choking him and forcing him to move for fresher air.
"There you are. I thought I smell a little rat somewhere." A cold sneer made Feitan froze in fear. How does anyone know I am here? That was his frantic last thought before he was knocked out from behind.
A sharp pain woke him up effectively. Feitan struggled to open his eyes but found himself blindfolded instead. In fact, his entire body was restrained to a flat and steely surface.
"Who are you? Let me go, you bastard!"
Another sudden jolt of pain made him screamed out loud. He cursed colourfully in his mother tongue, not caring if his torturer understood him or not. But it only seemed to amuse his torturer more.
"So Chinese is your mother tongue, huh? Interesting. I just might keep you alive a little longer, boy."
"Fuck you!"
Feitan felt several needles being inserted into his scalp; nothing prepared him of the searing pain that followed. He bit his lower lips hard until it drew blood to prevent himself from screaming. The last thing he wanted was to give his torturer any satisfaction.
"Now tell me exactly what you saw in the tunnel. Be honest and then maybe I'll consider stopping this."
"Is that the best you can do, huh? 'cause I can fucking take hell lot more."
"Beware of what you wish for, boy." The man snickered.
More needles were being inserted into his body. This time, he wasn't sure where it hurt anymore. Every fiber of his being was protesting in pain. Feitan was on the verge to passing out again when he heard a third voice speaking coldly, "This is a waste of my time. Just get rid of him."
The helpless boy thought he was going to die right there and then.
"May I suggest leaving him to me, sir? Most adults would've already begged me to stop by now. I'd like to examine him for a little while longer. If he still won't talk, I'll get rid of him personally."
"Fine, do as you pleased, Dr. Pain. Make sure there is no loose end."
"Thank you, sir. It's my pleasure."
Feitan wasn't killed on that day or the next. He was clever enough to know that the only way he could survive was to please the sadistic man who called himself Dr. Pain. He never knew so many different kind of pain exists until then. Yet nothing seemed to be able to satiate the doctor's bottomless thirst for torture and pain.
"Pain is a gift." The sadistic doctor told him. "I envy you, boy. For God has taken that gift away from me."
The raven haired boy swore to himself that one fine day, he is going to make the man pay.
His chance finally came when Dr. Pain finally felt generous enough to lift his blindfold and allow him to sit up. Feitan sneaked and hid a scalpel when the other man wasn't looking. Then he feigned a seizure to attract Dr. Pain's attention. As soon as the doctor was within arm's reach, Feitan wasted no time to stab at the doctor's chest. The doctor merely laughed in response.
"Come on. You can do better than this, boy."
"Stop laughing!"
But the doctor continued to laugh manically, as if mocking him.
"Die, just die!"
The final straw in Feitan snapped.
Blinded by hysteria and rage, he didn't show the doctor any mercy by continuing to stab and slash the doctor until the man stopped laughing or moving.
No one came to the doctor's aid.
Feitan stared at his blood stained hands for the longest time. He felt incredibly empowered for the first time in his life. He smiled triumphantly. Then his smile slowly turned into a laugh and he couldn't stop laughing until tears formed at the corner of his eyes.
The boy was never the same again since that day.
"Stop wasting my time! You do realize that we have ways to make you talk, kiddo?" Phinks was getting increasingly impatient with their captive, one of the Shadow Beast with the codename Owl. After all, he has zero interest or patience for weaklings.
"He's all yours, Feitan. I'm done with him." With that, Phinks walked away.
Feitan's eyes lit up in anticipation.
"The pleasure is all mine," he said.
A/N: Hello, everyone. Sorry for the long hiatus. I don't really grasp Feitan's character. But I do know that he is very proficient in the art of torture. So I just want to explore the possibilities on how he became a sadist. Feel free to point out any OOCness. Reviews are much appreciated.