Heh, this is so sloppy. Here's a look into 17's eyes. It's just the following events but throughhis point of view.

I apologize for my 1st chapter, it was WAY to sloppy.

Just a short chapter update since I was bored.

I want to scream, but I can't. I've never felt this much pain before. I see nothing but this light. A blinding light burning through my retinas and endless pain.

I'm strapped down to something cold and hard. My arms…my legs sore from being held still in this position. My stomach feels like it is being torn in pieces. If I close my eyes I'll die. I know it. Just die then, I tell myself.

It's been like this for some time now.

The endless pain and the old man talking softly to me, himself or some unknown person. But I can't leave my sister…Is she even alive? The last time we saw each other… I know she is, I tell myself.

Someone enters the room. Fear takes over and I try to scream. A small cry escapes my throat. I hear the footsteps as this person enters ever so slowly. The steps get tauntingly closer.

Someone yanks me by my hair. I try to scream but nothing… I'm being moved…The feeling is absolutely nauseating. I feel blood gurgling in my throat but I try my best to swallow. What ever I'm strapped down to has changed to a laying position. Next to me, is an old man surrounded by the light. The shadows on his face don't allow me to see his eyes.

I feel so light headed…

The old man smiles a perverted grin at my discomfort. He softly pets my cheek. He's whispering something… "I have an old friend coming over. So don't worry son. This will all be over soon enough". He grabs my head and lifts it. I look to see the most "unusual" stuff happening to my ribs. A bunch of pointy little machines playing around with my insides. One claw like thing pulls out something chunky and dark red. Some slimy thick jelly substance still attaches it to my insides. It's simply cut by a scissor machine. A little squirt of blood shoots out into the air. I look away quickly and cry out. The old man snickers again at my discomfort. He roughs up my head then lets it go with a thud against the cold metal rack. First putting on some sort of mask over his mouth; he walks out of eyeshot and continues to add pain to my slit open stomach.

After what felt like an eternity the old man walks back to face me. I pant…cant breath… He is covered in blood. I look away and cry out lowly. Tears streak down my eyes. "Be quiet boy" he mutters. He lifts a sheet over my head. He was leaving. I heard him leaving

…The pain…!

Enshrouded in darkness; far better than that damn light.

I hear them. I hear steps…lots of people. I hear them descend upon me like hawks on their pray. The movement of the rack caused me another mind spinning pain.

The sheet is pulled off of me.

My eyes try to adjust to the room. In front of me is an aged woman staring at me with wonder and concern. Her grayish hair pulled back and let loose behind her. She stood tall for an old woman. Her hazel eyes were the most calming thing I've seen in a long time. Kind of like snow building up ever so slowly…

I wanted to call out to her but allthat escapedwas amoan. A realization swept over her face and she looked like a mix of anger, fear, and overwhelming sadness. For me? I looked away slowly and there was the old man. Haunting my mind and torturing my soul. He looked down at me in the cruelest way and immediately made me turn away and want to die. The pain! I shut my heavy lids tight. I never want to wake up again. I'm sorry sis.

I zoned out but heard their voices…started saying…something about experiments…take notes…It didn't matter