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Chapter 1: Fellow half-elf

Prison room

I slowly opened my eyes, and got up half way on the bed, looking straight ahead at the door. It slid open after a few noises of pressing buttons and clicks, revealing the same woman from yesterday. By this, I knew it was another new day, and got down from the bed, before she decided to drag me. She didn't have to at all, since I dragged myself, for I just woke up and wasn't fully awake yet. I felt like falling on the ground and resting, since I still had the high fever, which was soon going to be very serious, maybe enough to get me killed. But she didn't seem to mind at all, like the others, just smiling as if the world was an paradise for their kind. Feeling like I was going to collapse right on the floor, I practically fell on the woman, who yelled in surprise and turned around, making me fall on my back on the ground. I saw through their windows, some of the half-elves looking out to see what was going on, but only one set of eyes caught my attention.

"The youth in my dream and past..." I thought as I looked at the owner of the emerald eyes, but was knocked back by an kick from the scientist.

"What do you think you're doing?" She exclaimed furiously, and grabbed me by the collar of the clothing that were almost like rags, which were provided by the humans that were doing this.

Being uneducated I was, I opened my mouth to try and talk, but I wasn't able to pronounce any words, nor did any sign of my unknown voice come out of it. The scientist looked at me like everyone in here did, like I was an inferior being, and was covering her mouth with her other hand, shaking slightly. I wondered why she was doing this, but after an few more seconds, I realized what it was she was trying to hold back. Suddenly, she bursted out, her hand removed from covering her mouth as she held onto my collar, laughing almost uncontrollably. But after an few more seconds again, she calmed herself down, and threw me aside like an rag doll, considering I was light from not being fed well and such. She walked over to me and picked me up by the collar again, dragging me to the lab as I felt extremely weak. Before I was able to fall asleep that I couldn't fight back, I heard the scientists words that was something I heard almost everyday.

"That's right, you can't talk, 'cause you're mute!" She continued to laugh as she pulled me harder, almost hitting me to an wall that was next to us, which I was hit by head first.

Lab room

My eyes snapped open, for I felt extreme pain. I tried to move, but my body was numb and paralyzed, making it almost impossible to even move my head even by an little. But by traveling with my eyes, I saw that I was in the lab room, and an wire was connected to my forehead, where the exsphere was located. Even though it was only there, I felt pain where it was. This made me wonder more why it was even on my forehead, while most I saw had it on their hands. I quietly gulped as an male scientist looked at an screen, and saw my reflections, where he was able to see that my eyes were open, indicating that I was awake. He turned around, and sat next to me. We had spoken once before, and his words were like an venom from an poisonous snake, very painful. He even had eyes that made it look like he saw right through me at times, an sharp set of them. He wasn't always the one to check up on my exsphere's progress, but usually was, which made it unfortunate for me at times, being forced to listen to his insults.

"Finally awake, eh, 876407? Or should I say useless being?" He snapped, and I felt like covering my ears, but I was unable to move, so that was impossible.

He called me 876407, because that was my name. I was raised being called Body Host Number 876407 my whole entire life I had been living here. But I don't remember my real name that I had before I was brought here. The name I was born with, but all I could remember was that Body Host Number 876407 wasn't my real name at all. But I have been living with that number the whole time I was here, so I considered it my name.

"What are you then...? You say useless being, so you're saying that all of the beings are useless, so what does that make you...?" I protested in my mind.

After about five more minutes of going through torture from the man's insults, I was dragged back to the room where I lived off my life. I couldn't go there myself, since they think I would make an escape, like many others have tried to, and also that the fact that my body was still numb from the stuff they inserted into my body with the long, sharp needles. But they just had to drag me by the back of my collar, like the woman had done earlier, which made me want to just faint, but somehow, I never fainted in my life, I always forced myself to sleep. Like the male scientist from the lab room, the guard that was dragging me cursed and insulted me, and the half-elves. I never understood why humans insulted and hated half-elves, so were the elves. I didn't see any wrong in being half, and what they call being 'pure-blooded' was somewhat pathetic.

"What is so wrong in being half-blooded...? Why make such an big commotion about it...?" I wondered in my mind as I stared down at the ground.

Prison room

I was soon in my prison or room as I called it, lying on the bed still for I was still numb and paralyzed. And to say I lived like this my whole life, everyday only eating 1 meal, sleeping, feeling pain, being used as an experiment, and being paralyzed almost for the whole day. I didn't get much to eat either, only enough to live for an few years, but I'm surprised I lived for many years in here with only that much to eat. Although, I did get thirsty very often, and they didn't provide much drink too. I only stared at the ceiling like I had always done in my mean time, having nothing else to do. But this really made me feel uneasy, and every single moment that I lived here, I began to think that I, of all half-elves, was becoming more and more useless everyday. I was sure that soon, I was going to killed, or simply put in the scientists' term, trashed. I never wanted that day to come, but I was sure it was near, and that it was possible that they might kill me anytime now.

"But why do I fear death...? There's nothing for me in this world, and all I receive is pain and loneliness here... So why do I not want to die...? Is this natural...? I'm not sure, but do I actually have an will to live...?" These questions raced through my mind as I closed my eyes for an few seconds, then snapped them open.

What made me think like this was because I had an fever as high as boiling water, with the pot steaming. I was sure that if it wasn't treated soon, I would be killed by the sickness. But already, I was covered in fever sweat, trying to breath as best as I was able, and my breath wasn't evened out every time I breathed. This worried me greatly, informing me that I didn't have long to live unless I was healed of this horrendous fever. But even if I tried to find anything that would help my condition, I wasn't able to do it right now, with the liquid that ran through my body right now, it was almost impossible to move an inch. But somehow, after trying somewhat hard, I was able to lift an finger, rather painfully. This made me stop right away, for I didn't want to feel more pain than I already was inside of me, my feelings and everything. Even though I seemed to be quite of an stubborn person, not wanting to die for some unknown reason to me and such, I was rather quite gentle inside. But with an horrible fever, and an numb body, all I could do was stare at the ceiling, or fall asleep, like always, and which I was skilled at for living here for so long. And I chose to sleep at the end.

Prison room-A few hours later
I was suddenly awoken by an loud noise, that rang in my ears. I snapped my eyes open, for it rang continously in my poor set of ears, and I quickly covered them to avoid the pain, only to receive more, for I was still quite numb. Feeling intense pain, I forced myself up, and tried to look out through the window, for my curiosity has won this battle. But within my weak state, I fell down, right onto the door. Normally, I would have fallen and slid down the door, but the door itself slid open, and I fell down on the floor, half way in the room and half way outside in the hall. The hall was covered by the blood of the guards that have been there, and I saw them, but they had scars and marks that were most likely made by magic and swords. I was still on the floor, unable to pick myself up as one of the guards that were still alive spotted me, and for some odd reason, picked up his sword, and was about to strike it down onto me. I knew that today was the day I was to die, and I closed my eyes tightly, ready for the strike, as I tightened the grip on my fists, as the knuckles became white.

"Is this is the day I am to die...? Why am I so frightenend...?" The thought raced in my mind as my heart started beating so fast that it skipped an few beats, and my skin felt even hotter as I closed my eyes even tighter, waiting for the death blow.

Next chapter

Body Host Number 876407: Am I going to die? But even though the guard's about to kill me, I never feel an single pain. Is this how death is supposed to feel, nothing? Why is there an auburn haired man in front of me with an bloody sword? What's going on, and why are they being so nice to me?

Body Host Number 876407: Find out next on Chapter 2: Cured of fever.