Zane
Apparently my hunger was starting to make me...violent...
I would get to the point that I would choke up blood and then I would black out for however long. And when I would wake again one of the scientists would be suffering from a bite mark somewhere and I would have blood dripping from my mouth onto my chest.
So PIXAL was here locking me within chains, not looking me in the eyes.
"P-PIXAL...?" I asked her, stomach growling violently, hurting me. "You...do you know what they injected me with?" I whimpered in protest to my agony. "S-specifically."
She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "No...no Zane I don't know." She tipped my chin up so I would look at her, her face expression muted concern and sadness. "If I knew what ailed you I would have aided you much earlier."
She finished binding the thick chains around my wrists, linking them together and behind me so I couldn't grab anyone. "I am so sorry..."
I hunched over my knees, breath heaving even as I shouted loudly, expressing my pain to those who did not understand or those who did not care. "It hurts...it..."
"Th-there is nothing that I can do for you. I am sorry, Zane..."
I pulled against the chains, trying to brace my hands against something to maybe divert my attentions from the shredding agony in my abdomen but I could not, and I only cried louder when the pain grew even worse.
X.X.X
PIXAL
He strained against his bonds with a mighty strength that I did not expect him to have. He was not physically ill, in a sense, he merely needed to eat I suppose but what we gave him did not suit his needs.
The clanging of his chains plus the intensity of his wailing proved too much for me and I brought my hands to the sides of my head. I did not have ears, but it was merely a reflex that I prayed would block out the noise.
"Zane, please quiet yourself." I whispered, auditory sensors whining inside my head.
"PIXAL!" He shouted. "Make it stop! Please!?" And he only struggled further
"Please...please Zane...not so loud?"
He whimpered softly, pulling at the links even harder.
I could hear the metal straining to resist his power but to no avail, it creaked and popped loudly.
"Let me out!" He shouted, pleading at me with his ice blue eyes. "PIXAL I need a doctor!"
He hunched over again, retching blood and a thick black ichor onto the stone floor.
"Stop it." I begged, holding my head tighter, clenching my fists at its side. "Zane just stop!"
But he did not stop. Quite the opposite he got even louder, tears streaming quickly down his cheeks he sobbed and tried to break free. He needed help, I know. But I could not let him go.
I couldn't because...
Because...
I didn't know.
I didn't know why but I knew that if I did my father would punish me. It's not safe he would tell me and I never really understood.
I wanted nothing more than to help this agonized creature before me and my god the screaming...
I couldn't take the screaming anymore.
I took my hands from the sides of my head and raised one, forcing it toward the man in an attempt to strike him. It landed where I had planned but as soon as the blow landed I felt awful.
He just sat upright for a moment, staring blankly straight ahead, but then his eyes rolled up to where only the whites were visible and closed, he falling forward, the chains holding his body up, though he was slightly prostrate.
"Z...Zane...?" I asked, shakily crawling to him. "Zane?" I forced his shoulders back, lifting his head. He was unconscious and very very pale.
He did not look alive.
Of course when I checked his pulse he was registered as living, but my worries did not cease.
I slid forward, moving just so that I could cradle him against my chest where he would be comfortable.
"I'm sorry." I told his sleeping form, petting his hair, squeezing him. "I'm so so sorry..."
The door to the room opened then, and in the doorway sat none other than my father, Cyrus Borg.
"PIXAL..." He mused aloud, glasses reflecting the little bit of light in the room almost menacingly.
"D-daddy..." I whimpered pathetically. "H-he can't...he can't keep living like this. He needs medical attention."
Cyrus shook his head, sighing. "Dear PIXAL, he will be fine in due time. I hate for you to be so worried over nothing..."
I could not cry physically, I may or may not have stated this, but my optics stung painfully and my chest was right. "Father please..."
He lifted an arm to me. "Come with me, sweetheart." He requested. "You need some rest. Some time to calm down."
I glanced down at the unconscious figure in my arms, the figure who's breathing was erratic and ragged, then I looked back up at Cyrus, setting Zane back against the wall and walking to my master.
"Good girl." He said quietly. "Don't worry for him. There is nothing to fear."
But there was much more to fear than I probably realized...and I realized a little too late that I never should have listened to my father.
