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Ch. 2: If I Go Will You Follow?
With each week his torment grew. No longer allowed to lie on the floor of his cell, he was kept in a crucifix position tied to the walls of his cell. He hadn't slept in days, his eyes grown sullen and dilated. His skin was bruised from head to toe, deep wounds festered with only the bare minimum to ward infection and keep him alive. Still, he would not break.
"Astounding, simply astonishing, amazing, and alliterations!" a green haired man remarked. "The boy, my boy, the Bakuryu, simply obstinately refuses to bow at the master, my master, the master's feet! Heeheeheehee, its astounding!"
"I know that, Busuzima. I need to know how to break him," ShenLong growled.
"Like that you won't, oh no no no no no no no no no no. But there is something interesting, oh yes oh so interesting you should see, the master, my master, the master."
"And that is?"
Busuzima reached up with his foot, turning a dial next to a large monitor. "It seems the boy, my boy, the Bakuryu, has taken a liking to the girl, my girl, the Uriko!"
ShenLong chuckled. "My dear Hajime, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"We combine them into a Catmole manwoman! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!"
ShenLong glared at his underling, and drew his hand back. With a thunderous slap Busuzima collapsed to the floor whimpering. "No, you dolt! We use the girl to break the boy! If Bakuryu has opened to this girl, then we will use that bond to our advantage. Place Bakuryu in the same cell as Uriko after tonight's... session."
"Ye-yes the master, my master, the master. Whatever the master, my master, the master wishes..." Busuzima sniveled. ShenLong walked out, and down the hallway. He sat upon his favorite chair in his own bedchambers. "I swear, that fool grows more unstable by the day. And my hold on Shina is growing ever more tedious. I may soon need to dispose of them as well. A lab accident would suffice for Busuzima........."
"Excuse me Sir?" a anonymous agent asked at his door.
"What is it?" ShenLong barked out.
"They're ready to begin."
A sinister grin crept along ShenLong's face. For almost a month this ritual went on. And though he'd never reveal it to his underlings, he so enjoyed hurting people. He walked back along the scarlet-lined hallways to a nondescript room. In the middle, a drain to soak up the blood spilled here. He grabbed Bakuryu by the face and shot a glare down his eyes. "Are you ready, Bakuryu?"
"I told you, my name is Kenji Ohgami!"
"Try all you want to reclaim your former identity. It matters not. You WILL break."
Kenji spat in ShenLong's face. "Do your worst, he growled. ShenLong smiled, and grabbed an instrument from the table. Had the room not been soundproof, Kenji's screams would have filled the ZLH headquarters.
Hours later, Kenji was dragged back to the cells. He'd grown accustomed to this; they would open the cell on his right, shackle him to the wall, then leave. But this time, he noticed a difference. The sound of a cell opening, it came from his left.
"Am I delirious?" he thought.
He felt the cold cement hit his face as he was tossed from their arms. A war pair of hands turned him over. He could barely make out a brunette feminine face, stroking the hair from his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"No," he muttered. "Uriko, is that you?"
"You remember," she chuckled. "That means your brain's still working!" his eyes slowly came into focus.
"How...?"
"I don't know, the guards just dumped you in here."
"No," he groaned, "how do you stay... so lively... in this place..."
"I have too. Otherwise, I'd probably go crazy," she made a heavy sigh. "My mother was kidnapped ten years ago, I came here to save her. I failed, and was thrown in here to be one of Busuzima's test subjects."
"Ten years..." Kenji muttered. His eyes were now fully in focus. He stared deep into Uriko's eyes. She was so bright and cheerful, yet her eyes were full of sadness and despair. Her large, brown eyes, which looked as if they'd produce tears at any moment. They drew him into their gaze. He could feel his heart pounding.
"That's a nasty cut on your arm," she said with a hint of genuine concern. "I don't have much..." She grabbed a cup of water from her dinner try and poured in on the wound. Kenji controlled his instinct to cringe. She took off her shirt revealing a black sports bra, and wrapped it around his arm. She smiled. "That should do it."
Kenji looked at the wrap, then at Uriko. "Thank you."
"It's okay." His eyes again fixed on hers. They seemed so sad, but so beautiful. The deep brown sea engulfed him, and slowly he drew close. To his surprise, she did the same. Their lips briefly touched, but a spark of static, likely charged during his dragging here, forced them apart with an awkward silence. She looked shyly away, and Kenji longed to recapture that moment.
"Why are you helping me?" Kenji asked.
"Because you're cute." Uriko said with a chuckle. He could tell getting a straight answer would be impossible.
"Uriko, I have a plan... to get out of here. I need your help."
"Okay!" she responded without hesitation.
"If we fail, you'll be executed. You know that, right?"
"And will be anyway. Why else do you think they put us together? They'll use me to get to you. I couldn't help it. I saw you in need, so I wanted to help you."
"I understand," Kenji nodded, and then slowly rose to his feet. "Okay, Uriko, listen closely, I can't afford to repeat myself..."
Ch. 2: If I Go Will You Follow?
With each week his torment grew. No longer allowed to lie on the floor of his cell, he was kept in a crucifix position tied to the walls of his cell. He hadn't slept in days, his eyes grown sullen and dilated. His skin was bruised from head to toe, deep wounds festered with only the bare minimum to ward infection and keep him alive. Still, he would not break.
"Astounding, simply astonishing, amazing, and alliterations!" a green haired man remarked. "The boy, my boy, the Bakuryu, simply obstinately refuses to bow at the master, my master, the master's feet! Heeheeheehee, its astounding!"
"I know that, Busuzima. I need to know how to break him," ShenLong growled.
"Like that you won't, oh no no no no no no no no no no. But there is something interesting, oh yes oh so interesting you should see, the master, my master, the master."
"And that is?"
Busuzima reached up with his foot, turning a dial next to a large monitor. "It seems the boy, my boy, the Bakuryu, has taken a liking to the girl, my girl, the Uriko!"
ShenLong chuckled. "My dear Hajime, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"We combine them into a Catmole manwoman! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!"
ShenLong glared at his underling, and drew his hand back. With a thunderous slap Busuzima collapsed to the floor whimpering. "No, you dolt! We use the girl to break the boy! If Bakuryu has opened to this girl, then we will use that bond to our advantage. Place Bakuryu in the same cell as Uriko after tonight's... session."
"Ye-yes the master, my master, the master. Whatever the master, my master, the master wishes..." Busuzima sniveled. ShenLong walked out, and down the hallway. He sat upon his favorite chair in his own bedchambers. "I swear, that fool grows more unstable by the day. And my hold on Shina is growing ever more tedious. I may soon need to dispose of them as well. A lab accident would suffice for Busuzima........."
"Excuse me Sir?" a anonymous agent asked at his door.
"What is it?" ShenLong barked out.
"They're ready to begin."
A sinister grin crept along ShenLong's face. For almost a month this ritual went on. And though he'd never reveal it to his underlings, he so enjoyed hurting people. He walked back along the scarlet-lined hallways to a nondescript room. In the middle, a drain to soak up the blood spilled here. He grabbed Bakuryu by the face and shot a glare down his eyes. "Are you ready, Bakuryu?"
"I told you, my name is Kenji Ohgami!"
"Try all you want to reclaim your former identity. It matters not. You WILL break."
Kenji spat in ShenLong's face. "Do your worst, he growled. ShenLong smiled, and grabbed an instrument from the table. Had the room not been soundproof, Kenji's screams would have filled the ZLH headquarters.
Hours later, Kenji was dragged back to the cells. He'd grown accustomed to this; they would open the cell on his right, shackle him to the wall, then leave. But this time, he noticed a difference. The sound of a cell opening, it came from his left.
"Am I delirious?" he thought.
He felt the cold cement hit his face as he was tossed from their arms. A war pair of hands turned him over. He could barely make out a brunette feminine face, stroking the hair from his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"No," he muttered. "Uriko, is that you?"
"You remember," she chuckled. "That means your brain's still working!" his eyes slowly came into focus.
"How...?"
"I don't know, the guards just dumped you in here."
"No," he groaned, "how do you stay... so lively... in this place..."
"I have too. Otherwise, I'd probably go crazy," she made a heavy sigh. "My mother was kidnapped ten years ago, I came here to save her. I failed, and was thrown in here to be one of Busuzima's test subjects."
"Ten years..." Kenji muttered. His eyes were now fully in focus. He stared deep into Uriko's eyes. She was so bright and cheerful, yet her eyes were full of sadness and despair. Her large, brown eyes, which looked as if they'd produce tears at any moment. They drew him into their gaze. He could feel his heart pounding.
"That's a nasty cut on your arm," she said with a hint of genuine concern. "I don't have much..." She grabbed a cup of water from her dinner try and poured in on the wound. Kenji controlled his instinct to cringe. She took off her shirt revealing a black sports bra, and wrapped it around his arm. She smiled. "That should do it."
Kenji looked at the wrap, then at Uriko. "Thank you."
"It's okay." His eyes again fixed on hers. They seemed so sad, but so beautiful. The deep brown sea engulfed him, and slowly he drew close. To his surprise, she did the same. Their lips briefly touched, but a spark of static, likely charged during his dragging here, forced them apart with an awkward silence. She looked shyly away, and Kenji longed to recapture that moment.
"Why are you helping me?" Kenji asked.
"Because you're cute." Uriko said with a chuckle. He could tell getting a straight answer would be impossible.
"Uriko, I have a plan... to get out of here. I need your help."
"Okay!" she responded without hesitation.
"If we fail, you'll be executed. You know that, right?"
"And will be anyway. Why else do you think they put us together? They'll use me to get to you. I couldn't help it. I saw you in need, so I wanted to help you."
"I understand," Kenji nodded, and then slowly rose to his feet. "Okay, Uriko, listen closely, I can't afford to repeat myself..."