So yea I'm going to apologise in advance for this chapter
Slowly the blackness was fading. Spots of light in what had been an impenetrable darkness, a ringing in his ears before he began to hear what was going on around him. He could hear people talking but his hearing was still muffled with a quieter ringing.
He could feel something warm trailing slowly down his arm, dripping onto the ground at his hand. As more awareness returned he could tell he was sitting up, his head awkwardly balanced against his shoulder. He felt a pain throbbing at the side of his head, there was more dull aches around his body but his head was winning out.
'I think he's waking up' a voice near by said, he felt something nudge his leg.
His eyelids still felt heavy, but his hearing had cleared and the light through his eyelids was no longer dotted with black.
He heard a door opening, and someone else enter.
'My dad's not happy' whoever it was sounded angry 'The specialist is coming he'll take one and get rid of the other, all that effort wasted on someone else'
There was a pause.
'Did you kill him?' the same voice asked.
'Just knocked out, smashed him against the wall a little too hard' a new voice said.
'Fine, let's go. They're not our problem anymore' The angry voice said.
The door opened again and he heard the three people leave, the door slammed shut and he heard the lock clicking shut.
The heaviness lifted more and he could finally open his eyes. His eyes focused on his arm, the warmth on his arm was a trail of blood, he lifted his head up. His vision was invaded again by black dots, he leaned gently back against the wall and closed his eyes, fighting off unconsciousness. He breathed slowly, staying still for a few minutes letting the world settle again.
He opened his eyes again, he moved his hand slowly to the pain on the side of his head. Touching it hurt like hell and his hand came back coated in blood. He knew head injuries bled a lot, his dad had always told him that so he tried not to worry about it.
Damn he missed his dad so much, he wanted to know where Kuina was. He had no clue how long he had been in this room, it had no windows and the men who came in told him nothing. They seemed to just take some kind of enjoyment out of tormenting him, he'd fought them at first but he'd hardly eaten since he got here and it was taking its toll.
He just wanted to go home.
He heard the click of the lock and the door swung open again.
The man who entered was new he'd never seen him before. He had dark hair slicked back and a long white lab coat, behind him was two others dressed the same.
The first person walked over and knelt in front of him.
'So you're Zoro' the man smiled at him 'Don't worry all this is going to stop. I'm going to make it all better ok?'
Something in his gut told him not to trust him, he scowled but said nothing.
The man ruffled Zoro's hair, stopping when he saw the bloodied side.
'Looks like the boys have been a bit rough on you, once we're done I'll get you checked by a doctor ok?' the man glanced round.
The other two men had brought in a chair, the smiling man stood up and nodded to his lackeys. They came up and dragged him of the floor and dumped onto the seat, facing away from the door.
The man walked behind him, he heard a clicking sound, followed by a sharp pain in the back of his neck.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and smiling man spoke again.
'Don't worry now, only a little longer and all this will be over'
The men left Zoro all alone again. Whatever they had injected him with, left his body heavy, he couldn't move.
It wasn't too long before the man returned.
'Well aren't you lucky looks like you're the one they're keeping' his smile was becoming creepier 'Now stand up'
Zoro stood up instantly, his body moving on its own.
The man's grin widened 'Perfect, now this is going to hurt but it needs to be done' he went round Zoro's back again and another click.
This time he felt a searing pain as something was stabbed straight into the top of his spine. He found himself silent through the pain, whatever that first injection had been, robbed him of his speech as well.
'Now take this' he handed Zoro a gun, his body listened whilst he silently objected, whatever this man was up to it wasn't going to be good.
'Now come across the hall with me' the man led him out of his cell to the one directly opposite his. The door swung open, Kuina was sitting in an identical cell on an identical chair, though she looked a lot healthier than Zoro himself.
He wanted to call out to her, find out what had happened to her but he still had no control. Smiler lowered himself so that he could speak quietly into his ear.
'Now Zoro, aim the gun at her head' his arm lifted, he tried to fight it, he tried to lower it but his body wasn't listening 'Good boy now pull the trigger'
Zoro could feel his finger moving, no god no he couldn't do this, he focused hard and his finger stopped. He felt physically sick, it was taking every ounce of his willpower to stop himself from shooting. He could see the look of fear in Kuina's eyes but she seemed unable to move as well.
'Dammit, even with one this small. A little help please.' Smiler sounded frustrated.
He felt another jab in the back of his neck and he pulled the trigger.
Zoro woke up, his breathing laboured, he was going to be sick. Through the panic he knew that, he struggled slightly to get out of the hammock and desperately tried to calm himself like the blonde had done. He finally made it to the bathroom and on cue he lost everything in his stomach.
He sat leaning against the cold wall, he had his breathing under control but the nausea was staying. He'd killed his sister, his stomach clenched again, he'd already been struggling with what he had done to others never mind this. He sat fighting the waves of emotions threatening to destroy him, trying to calm himself in anyway.
He wasn't even sure how long he'd been sitting there when he finally managed to put himself together enough to leave the bathroom. He could dwell on what he'd done later but for now he had a decision to make and he had to do it tonight before the group put all their plans in place.
He returned to the bedroom and picked up his swords, no not all his. He looked at the white sword, he'd always felt a strange connection to the blade and now he understood why. It was a link to his past and to the person he'd killed, he shook his head ridding himself of those thoughts for now.
The blonde was still sleeping soundly in the bed, he walked over silently to his bedside, his aura hidden just as he'd been taught. He couldn't stay here, he'd been thinking it all night. The story he'd told Sanji about the kids at training was true, they were all dead. What he'd not said was that it was the test at the end of his training to hunt and kill them all without being caught or seen.
Fuck, all of this was so much easier when he had no emotions. He took another deep breath to steady himself, he could deal with all this later he promised himself.
He drew Wado and used haki to turn the blade jet black, glinting in the moonlight it looked beautiful. If he was to return to Doflamingo then the blonde needed to be dead, he pushed the sword down until he felt it hitting the wooden base below the mattress. He was pleased that Sanji hadn't woken up, he probably wouldn't be able to go through with all this if he had.
He left the sword where it was, it didn't belong to him anymore. He'd write a note asking that it be returned to his dad, he grabbed his old clothes from the floor by the cupboard. Once he had them on, he tore the stitching of the hem on his left leg. He took out the Vivre card that would lead him back to Buffalo.
He glanced once more back to the bed, regret sat heavy on him but he remembered what the blonde had said in the basement. Luffy doesn't kill, he didn't belong here.
He found paper in the kitchen, the blonde's kitchen. He quickly wrote his note and left before anyone could stop him, the paper showing him the way back to where being a killer was normal.