Not as evil as the last one so… but that doesn't mean there couldn't be later. -
He opened his eyes to white, pure endless white. Was he dead? He had to be, nothing was left so death was a logical conclusion, strangely though he felt an odd kind of peace with the idea…., But then what was that clicking sound? Straining his ears to hear more closely the white shrowed slowly faded from his iris out reviling a wall made of glass tiles. They too were white like his brief yet strange blindness. A tall man with short dark hair stepped into his view scaring him, his reflexes told him to jump back and scream but he couldn't. It wasn't just pure fear holding him it was almost like sedatives yet with paralysis thrown in, everything felt heavy and unusable except for his eyes. The man said nothing just looked at him quick studying glances like he was a document and the man before him was a speed reader simply taking in the jest of the piece rather then the whole piece. He wanted to know who this person was, and, more importantly if he would harm him as well. If his body would cooperate he would've been a screaming, shaking mess around now. Darting his eyes around he couldn't see much else just the wall a corner from some sort of table, the light humming sounding around him reminded him of a computer or a series of them their fans rotating within their plastic bodies. The clicking started again and he began to move much to his shocked horror. He was on a table with each click the table dropped an inch backwards. It took time and a lot of jarring for the table to become flat again, now staring up at the ceiling also white tiles his view of the room did not increase yet the sight of the strange person did. He seemed to be some type of doctor or technician he wasn't sure, both wore similar attire now a days. Maybe he was wrong, maybe this was the coroner but he could see his eyes right? He knew he was alive; surely he wouldn't perform an autopsy with him starring at him like he was now right? His mind raced back in time recalling unspeakably cruel acts done to it's stability and shell, his flesh being torn asunder organs cut and pulled out. His mind ached and screamed in protest at the horrible images now flooding it. Suddenly an electric shock kicked through his system, feeling sensation poured in like a broken dam. Sensation returned, movement restored, he let out a blood curt ling scream falling from the table onto the icy floor onto his bear knees curling up clutching his head screaming hysterically higher pitched and louder then he ever thought physically possible to do. Just as quickly the electric serge hit his body again except this time the sounds stopped and the world went black……………..
" Crazy doesn't suit you," A distorted voice pierced the darkness, " I didn't do this so you could have the luxury of going mad on me."
Opening his eyes the world came in blurry and gray but filter out almost immediately into it's normal state. A jolt brought him into full awareness and he quickly looked around….he was in a car; It's interior was gray an odd fabric type, the kind that feels good to the touch, soft yet strong. In front of him sat his captor his medium almost shoulder length brown/black hair transformed into a burgundy red with slight bangs. He also wore glasses they looked real but Togusa knew he didn't have any need for the item. On the left and right of him sat two other men he'd never encountered before. One was rather built, definitely Asian but his hair was a dirty blonde color, most likely dyed. His hair was also shoulder length more so then his captor's but stringier like. A predominate jaw and facial feature placement centered him as pure Japanese. The second man also was unfamiliar he was definitely mixed not as built as the other man but by no means a weakly either. His hair was buzzed and a rusted brown his skin was rather tan and his eyes almond shaped but not to the Asian degree. He guessed the man was half black or Philippine but he couldn't place what else he may have been. Both new comers wore suits the blonde wore a medium gray colored suit with a light blue under shirt. The red head's suit was black with a dark blood red colored undershirt and black tie. He adorned himself with multiple gold rings many suitable for punching and leaving massive damage. The blonde man wore no jewelry but a piercing in his right ear.
" You're probably wondering where I could be taking you, " He smiled and then glanced out the very tinted windows. Togusa did the same; the view didn't yield much in terms of bearings. They were obviously near the outskirts of a city except this was highly dilapidated almost like every building had been in a bombing, just masses of standing concrete and ruble. Where was he? He looked back at his captor, " We're going to your new home my dear."
Home! Dear? This guy had issues! First he rips his body to bits and now he's taking him home like a dog! What the hell did he say to his henchmen here? That he's bringing back a tortured loss puppy! His momentary anger was replaced suddenly by dread. If he's going somewhere with this man then how the hell will anyone from Section 9 find him? Glancing outside again it hit him….he had to get out, NOW! They had gotten off the freeway and were now more into the ruined city streets. Taking every ounce of strength he could muster he kick his captor in the face and began to lash out at the other two men who tried to stop him. Successfully beating everyone to a stunned moment of indeciveness, he opened the car door and with no regards to his safety jumped hitting the cracked pavement hard rolling, feeling his skin and clothing tear with each turn. Finally hitting the curb and stopping he was momentarily dazed, but hearing the breaks of the former mobile prison brought him crashing back to his current reality. Wasting no time he leapt up with speed he never thought he could've possessed and hastily raced onto the sidewalk and down an ally. The path before him was incredibly dark and filled with debris. In his panic he tripped falling and skinning his forearms, it had little effect on him now pain seemed to be a constant state of affairs. Struggling up his ears picked up heavy footsteps, they were running after him, coming closer. Adrenaline now edged to new heights he ran faster the world seeming to blend into one blurry color of brown. It seemed like forever, it felt like all his muscles were nothing but fire his lungs caught in a vice he fell down to his knees. The ground was cool and wet. It was dark here and that was a good thing now. He heard nothing but dripping water, no footsteps, his body seemed to just give up. Where had he run to? How far? Did he loose them? Inhaling deeply for several minuets he finally looked up and around it appeared to be some type of basement or underground area. This room he was dark and seemed to become shades of dark green and brown, no lights, but still on the floor he had no desire to stand to find out if there even was any power at all. His breathing returning to a simi normal state his mind finally registered pain mainly his arms and feet looking down he noticed his skinned forearms and the fact he had no shoes on, the soles of his feet shredded and bloodied by how hard he really was running. But then he noticed something far more stressing then his torn skin…..he was in a dress, his figure had shrunk surprisingly, and he had a chest! His eyes widened in horror as he crossed his arms in front of his newly discovered chest. Yep, they were really there; reaching down he noticed he no longer had his proper item….he was a woman! Unable to scream at the shock of it his entire mind raced with questions, when? How? Why? His pains disintegrating with each second rapidly replaced by confusion and panic he jumped up and began hurriedly racing through the various rooms of the dark underground searching for anything reflective tossing things that, at first glance appeared to be a good material but then a pone closer inspection proved useless. Finally in the sixth room piled high with neglected mattresses and other room items he found a smashed mirror it's glass struin on the dark dirt covered floor in front of it a bed partially blocked it. He almost missed it but glanced at it out of the corner of his eye scraping through the pieces and cutting his slender fingers for a decent sized one he uncovered a medium triangle shaped shard quickly dusting it off onto his peach and pink dress starring into it with scared eyes. He pulled back in further shock as the face revealed itself. Definitely not his. His new face obviously famine cute to say if it wasn't him! Her face, features, tone, everything so foreign and unlike him having in no way even a hint of who was incased inside her shell. Her jaw was round and soft lips pouted and coated with a rose pink color lipstick, her skin so white like snow, hair a light faded almost white blue it fell only in the front sides long and jagged curled in at the ends show casing her features, the back was short her bangs almost fell into her eyes…her eyes were scary….eerie fire red orbs. He was an albino; an Asian albino. No one would recognize him, not now. Dropping the mirror in defeat he stared at his lap defeated. Tortured, raped, humiliated, and now transformed……could it get worse? What else could possibly happen now? Even if he somehow got back to Section 9 would they even bother to take his word for it that his mind was even his own? How the hell does someone explain that their body is one thing and their head is another? He was not a woman not this woman not anything but himself but how would he explain how would he even survive? Could he even put his life back after this? Would he even have one next to being that man's pet? He began to chuckle at that…pet…now he's a pet. Life sucked and he finally realized that. It took his wife and daughter's deaths and his body dissected in order for him to finally realizes that. There was no happy ending to this film, none at all. All those American films he watched with Cathy always had the hero living always having the important people walking away but somehow he just couldn't see one for him.
" But then this isn't a movie…" He said the voice that emerged would've been nice if he wasn't so heart broken.
" No, I suppose it isn't."
Whirling around there he was.
" Yin!" He wordlessly breathed out.
His henchmen emerged from the other room guns at the ready.
" Let's go darling," He said extending his hand.
Togusa stared mind blank with indeciveness. How the hell did he find him? Yin caught the look on the newly made woman's face he raised his head a little and dropped his arm, " You think I'd make you and not know how to find you?…..tracking chip my dearest."
He scrabbled backwards hitting the rusted bed frame, " I'm not your dearest," He said voice shaking, " Why? I thought you were-"
" I said I wanted to, " His captor interrupted folding his arms over his chest, " But I also said I loved you. I still do. I don't expect you to return the favor. You made that quite clear the night you died, but now you're reborn, Suki, born into a shell of beauty and mystery you should thank me for creating such a rarity."
" Rarity? I thought I was your toy…now I'm this thing of beauty?……Well, I don't thank you Yin, I curse you! I hope you die and die in anguish and pain!" He arose on shaking knees, " I don't..I won't be yours I'm not yours! I don't care what's in that twisted head of yours! You killed me because Section 9 was getting too damn close, how close do you think they are now? How close can they be for you to do this to me? I'd say they were breathing down your disgusting neck! You son of a bitch you think changing my outsides is going to stop them from the truth? You'll never get away, they know it's you I'll tell the world it's you! You can't shut me up you can't it will get out!"
" You really think so? You think you'll just use your neural link and tell the world do you? It's gone dear; you can't talk to anyone now. It's quite amusing how you're still expecting them to rescue you. How can they rescue you if they don't know you? How can they rescue you when they can't contact you? Or track you? Just how?…. Do you think they'll believe a woman is actually their missing male agent? Just consider it all and you'll understand that it wouldn't work all they would do is imprison, beat you. You know how Section 9 works best. How they deal with terrorists and the like you think they'd treat you better?"
" I'd make them understand," He commented weakly.
" Make them understand? You think you could do that? I don't. You couldn't convince someone to buy a can of soda much less convince them you are who you will be claiming to be. You shouldn't entertain the impossible."
Impossible? " You don't know me. You screw me, but you have no idea in hell what I am capable of!"
Yin said nothing and began to approach his captive he responded by attempting to retreat further but being block raised the shard to his collarbone.
" Stay back! I swear I'll jam this thing into my aorta!" Yin said nothing just tilted his head to the side and smiled slightly almost as if he was daring Togusa to do it. He wanted to so badly but at the same time he valued his life no matter how not his it currently seemed to be, he felt a strange sense of power at this moment he had power at least over this circumstance, his life he at this moment had the power to end it….so why wasn't he? Why was he just standing here contemplating it? His life was shit now, nothing so why hesitate why now of all the times? Scared red orbs stared shakily at his captor. The air was heavy yet silent as a stare down ensued. Suddenly Yin had moved and using the outer side of his forearm smashed the metal bone into Togusa's throat sending him/her flying to the floor dropping the shard. He gasped in response lying stunned and motionless. How the hell did that happen? He didn't even know he moved until it was to late.
" You still have a human mind and reflexes don't forget that. Do yourself a favor love, and don't do that again, " He picked up the stunned woman grabbing her arm so hard as to bruise it, " I'd hate to have to hurt you more then necessary."