Chapter 5

Raziel's POV

It's been three weeks since I was brought here to this laboratory of sorts. Where's Lord Zaphikel? Does he even know what happened. No, he couldn't have found out. I wasn't even allowed to call him after all.

I'm scared. I've been in this same room the entire time. Occasionally, one of the "white ones" comes in and injects something into my arm. Then, everything usually goes black, or white sometimes. I can't see the names of any of the drugs they give me. I don't feel anything after they are put into my body, but I definitely feel their side effects. After about an hour, they undo my restraints long enough for me to vomit blood uncontrollably for the next few minutes, and then, I'm strapped to the bed again. This whole process usually happens four times a day.

It hurts. I'm so cold. I miss Lord Zaphikel and Shatiel. Maybe I'll be here for the rest of my life. If that's the case, I hope I don't live to be real old. I'm twelve right now. I hope I don't have to be here for the rest of my teenage years. I just want to die, or atleast stop the pain. I don't want to hurt anymore.

"Raziel!"

Wait! I know that voice. That's...oh, God. It's Lord Zaphikel. I can't speak. It must be because of the drugs.

"Raziel, are you alright?"

I want so desperately to talk to him, but I can't. I can't move my lips, and the scientists are trying to pull him away from me.

"Raziel, listen. They won't let me take you home, but they said that I can talk to Lord Sevothtarte, so please hang on, and I'll be back soon, ok."

Lord Zaphikel. He finally came for me. For the first time in weeks, I feel happy. I wish I could see him again, but he won't be able to come back for a while now, at least not until he gets a special pass from Lord Sevothtarte, himself. I wish I could ease the pain until then.

A few hours later...

Zaphikel's POV

"Where did you take him!"
"Sir, the boy, Raziel, died just a few minutes ago."
"No. You can't be serious."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"I want to see him."

I open the door to see a small body covered with a thin sheet. My God. This is for real. I see his pale face as I pull down the sheet. A small trail of blood seeps down his chin from the corner of his mouth. I wipe it off with a tissue and run my hand through his soft, blonde hair.

It wasn't his fault. He never asked to be empathic, to have to feel the pain of others. My poor, sweet Raziel. He won't have to feel pain anymore now. That's the only thing I can say to reassure myself. It's wrong, even in a normal society. We are both male. He is the assistant, and I am the mentor. He is a junior high school student, and I am an adult. Regardless, it seems that I've grown fond of him over the past few years. In fact, I love him...as more than just a friend. No one is around, so I place my first and last kiss to him on his cold, lifeless lips. I know only one thing for sure now. Raziel will be avenged.