Part 2
The World is Black
I can not take much more of this. There is barely one scrape of my body that isn't in pain.My mind is even in pain, as my screams echo through the building and touch the inner workings of my mind. Am I really still alive, can I really be so strong to stand so much pain? They have left me alone for now, but will they kill me soon. They said they were going to get a sedative. I do need a sedative, but somewhere deep inside it is telling me to reject it. My body can not handle any more. No more, no more of anything, not even ointments, my mind calls, it will hurt more you are in enough pain. I wish someone was here, someone to protect me. Someone to unstrap me to this, to hold me in their arms, and help me let all the tears out. The tears that are refusing to flow down my face. I do not deserve this, -or- maybe I do. Maybe I have commited some grave unknown crime against humanity where I deserve to die in this manner. Arnaud had put his little machine on eight, in the end, laughingly telling me ten is the highest and if I had reached that far for more then five seconds, I would be dead.He had threated to just flip it up to that, he needs me for other purposes he said, then he left to go get the sedative. I had learned to answer his questions right near the end. After the first shock, where I lost my memory. My forgotten information all came back to me, the fifth -or- sixth shock. I think I figured out how to answer the questions correctly in the eighteenth -or- nineteenth shock, he had still managed to give me shock a couple of times after that. I feel like a cooked turkey, I am suprised I am not dead. Then this strange thought comes to me, and I begin to laugh.
I probably have enough electricity in my body that I can electrocute people. I am almost a catavari except my weapon is electricity.I begin to laugh louder, and harder, I don't know what has gotten into me, but in a way I feel free. The laughing hurts me even more, but I can not stop. I continue to laugh. Why should I stop? I know I am cracking up, but I don't care. I really don't. "I am cracking up." I whisper to myself. This only causes me to laugh harder. I hear the sound of people running in the room. Someone slaps me hard across the face.His palm feels cool across my face, though it stings.
"What in the world do you think you are doing?" Arnaud yells at me.
I stop laughing for a second. I don't know why, but I feel I should for a second. I wait a few seconds, before I start laughing again.
"Why are you laughing, fool?" Arnaud snaps.
"I haven't figured that out yet." I say meekly.
"You haven't figured that out, yet, oh pardon me." He slaps me again. "Stop it, not another laugh."
He shoves something into my arm. My body begins to reject it, but my eyes are the ones who decide for me when they close, and refuse to open.
The World is Black
I can not take much more of this. There is barely one scrape of my body that isn't in pain.My mind is even in pain, as my screams echo through the building and touch the inner workings of my mind. Am I really still alive, can I really be so strong to stand so much pain? They have left me alone for now, but will they kill me soon. They said they were going to get a sedative. I do need a sedative, but somewhere deep inside it is telling me to reject it. My body can not handle any more. No more, no more of anything, not even ointments, my mind calls, it will hurt more you are in enough pain. I wish someone was here, someone to protect me. Someone to unstrap me to this, to hold me in their arms, and help me let all the tears out. The tears that are refusing to flow down my face. I do not deserve this, -or- maybe I do. Maybe I have commited some grave unknown crime against humanity where I deserve to die in this manner. Arnaud had put his little machine on eight, in the end, laughingly telling me ten is the highest and if I had reached that far for more then five seconds, I would be dead.He had threated to just flip it up to that, he needs me for other purposes he said, then he left to go get the sedative. I had learned to answer his questions right near the end. After the first shock, where I lost my memory. My forgotten information all came back to me, the fifth -or- sixth shock. I think I figured out how to answer the questions correctly in the eighteenth -or- nineteenth shock, he had still managed to give me shock a couple of times after that. I feel like a cooked turkey, I am suprised I am not dead. Then this strange thought comes to me, and I begin to laugh.
I probably have enough electricity in my body that I can electrocute people. I am almost a catavari except my weapon is electricity.I begin to laugh louder, and harder, I don't know what has gotten into me, but in a way I feel free. The laughing hurts me even more, but I can not stop. I continue to laugh. Why should I stop? I know I am cracking up, but I don't care. I really don't. "I am cracking up." I whisper to myself. This only causes me to laugh harder. I hear the sound of people running in the room. Someone slaps me hard across the face.His palm feels cool across my face, though it stings.
"What in the world do you think you are doing?" Arnaud yells at me.
I stop laughing for a second. I don't know why, but I feel I should for a second. I wait a few seconds, before I start laughing again.
"Why are you laughing, fool?" Arnaud snaps.
"I haven't figured that out yet." I say meekly.
"You haven't figured that out, yet, oh pardon me." He slaps me again. "Stop it, not another laugh."
He shoves something into my arm. My body begins to reject it, but my eyes are the ones who decide for me when they close, and refuse to open.