Kanilla: Dear everyone...THANKS FOR YA REWIEWS! –Lol- they were greatly appreciated. Anyway, seems like you liked the first chapter of this twisted story of B2 and mine's. I'm glad.
Well…anyways, to answer some questions...
Yes, Tala is older than Kai, and no, they will not meet just yet...wait and see-winks-
Hm...well, some Kai and Tala torture in this chapter-clears her throat-Just hope you wont be scared off by these sick authors that write these sick things...
Anyways...ENJOY
Mechanical Bruising
Chapter 2
He was met by nothing but darkness when his eyes opened. He felt numb, a chilling cold seeping through his bones and flesh. His body wouldn't obey his commands; he couldn't lift his limp limbs away from this spot. Why? Was the first thing that came to his mind? Why was he in this place? He wasn't supposed to be here, not in this world, not in this bed.
He hadn't expected to wake up again, to open his eyes to this solitude. His crimson eyes were sparkling with shimmering tears as he felt loneliness grab a tight hold of his broken heart. The overwhelming feeling swept him off his feet, leaving him with a dull, painful ache in his chest.
"Mom..." he whispered; his voice thick with emotions as the word left his mouth. He had never felt as lonely as he did right now, being alone had never hurt this much.
"Mom...," he repeated, longing for his mother to return from the dead to rescue him from this pain. The tears in his eyes couldn't be held back anymore, they streamed down his face. His breathing was shallow as his lungs filled with air over and over again by themselves, his hurt body was going on auto-pilot. Kai so badly wished that he had died when he cut his wrist; he wished that he had never opened his eyes again. Why had he survived? What had made him linger in this world?
His heart was pounding in his head, just like it had done before darkness took him that night. He barely noticed that the door opened and two people entered.
"Stop crying, worthless brat"
He recognized the voice as that of his grandfather's, and it scared him senseless. Now he would get another beating, he was sure of it. And this time he was too weak to even stand on his own feet.
"I told you to stop crying, did I not?" Voltaire growled angrily.
He couldn't respond, nor could he stop his tears from falling.
"That was quite some stunt you pulled, Kai. Slitting your wrist... I never thought you had the guts to do that... But still you couldn't escape from me, could you now? You'll forever be my puppet, Kai"
He didn't want to listen to this; he wanted to shut out the words. But it was true, and it made him want to scream and hide in his closet. But here he was, and there was no escape.
"Do it, and make sure he feels it"
He vaguely noticed the other person sitting down on his bed, looking at him with a blank face. Kai could tell that this boy was a couple of years older than himself, his brown eyes just as lacking of emotions as his face.
His eyes widened when the boy started tearing off his clothes. He shuddered as his body was left naked among the sheets. His heart was beating madly within his chest as the older boy ran his fingers across his skin once then flipped him onto his stomach. The touches sent shivers down his spine, and he simply knew something bad would happen. A sharp pain pierced him as the older boy pressed himself inside. He whimpered, tears threatening to fall again.
He didnt understand what was going on, he wanted it to stop now.
"Does it hurt, Kai? That's what you get for trying to escape from me"
He wanted to just disappear as the other boy kept thrusting into him, stabs of pain making him whimper. This pain was almost as bad as the one he had felt when he slit his wrist open. But weak as he was at the moment he could do nothing but cry quietly.
The abuse seemed to last for an eternity as he lost count of the minutes that passed by. When the boy finally pulled out he leaned down to his ear and whispered a low "Sorry" before he put his clothes back on.
He vaguely noticed that his grandfather and the unknown boy left the room, closing the door behind them. The sound of their steps sounded so far away...
He was gazing at the wall with empty, lifeless eyes without actually seeing anything. His body hurt, but everything, including the pain seemed so far far away at the moment, like he was somewhere out of his body. Closing his eyes again he fell into deep, dreamless slumber.
Why did it seem that every time he woke up the world was dark? He breathed slowly, as if he was sleeping still. Carefully rubbing his eyes he managed to sit up and look around. The room was big... The walls painted neutral white. On his left side were a closet and a chair. Other than that there was no furniture in the naked room. He shuddered and hugged his knees for comfort.
He really needed to get away, to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible. His fingers brushed against the skin on his wrist, feeling every contour of the wound that had been made there. The wound had started healing, and it made him wonder how long he had been unconscious. He felt tears sting in his eyes and tried to blink them away. He didnt want to cry anymore, only girls and weak people cried, he thought and rubbed his eyes. He didnt want to be weak anymore, he wanted to stand up for himself so he wouldn't get beat up anymore.
Kai whimpered as he placed his feet on the cold floor and stood up. He limped over to the closet, his left foot not willing to obey him completely. He needed something to wear...
With trembling fingers he opened the closet and started searching for something. If his grandfather caught him this time... He just didn't think he could handle another of those beatings, he thought, memories coming to his mind. He missed his mom more than anything... But he was certain that she would want him to be a good boy and not cry. A little smile crept onto his face.
"I'll be strong for you, mom... I'll make you proud of me," he whispered lowly.
In the end he settled with a pair of blue shorts and a sweater that was way too big for him. It felt good to have clothes on again; he wasn't as vulnerable then as when he was naked.
His eyes widened as he realised that he didn't have Dranzer anymore. Where was she? Where was his Dranzer? He had to find her, she was his only protection. He limped back to the bed and started looking around for her. His old clothes were lying on the floor, torn and bloodstenched.
He bent down and searched the pockets. Relief made him sigh as he felt his fingers close around a familiar shape.
"Dranzer... I found you"
He grimaced as he stood up again, sweat appearing on his forehead. Which way should be go? He didnt know where he was... If he could find out that there was a chance he could make his way out of this place without being noticed.
Trying the door he found that it had been locked. The window... It seemed like his only option. He smiled as he managed to get the window open, even with his weak hands. He climbed into the window and peeked outside. It was a couple of metres down, and he knew he would get hurt if he tried to jump. But he had no other choice...
The snow luckily made the contact with the ground less painful. As he stood up he hugged himself for warmth, the wind making his teeth clapper. His feet were shaking so badly that he could barely stand.
With a little effort he lifted his foot and took a step forward. It was hard, but he could do this... He had to do this!
He felt stronger by every step that he took, a smile spreading across his young face. He was on his own now; no Voltaire could control him anymore. The mere thought made him even more determined to walk on, even with the snow reaching his naked knees.
All he left behind was a set of deep tracks in the pure white snow.
Biovault Abbey, Basement Lab, 0900hours
"Tala- it's time to wake up"
Opening sleepy eyes he stared out of his cocoon; he didn't know how long he had just been aimlessly floating, be it hours, days, months or even years but he didn't care.
He'd spent long in the abyss and he'd enjoyed it. Enjoyed it to a point where he didn't want to leave, no matter how frightening it was.
When he was there he had no sense. Couldn't see anything but black, could taste anything but black, could touch anything, couldn't hear anything, the blackness surrounded and consumed you until you couldn't breath.
It swarmed down your throat to choke you; all the while there being no noises or sights.
Just the feeling of ultimate dread lingering around as you died.
But now; this man- the one he had seen briefly before that darkness was back- his empty dead voice was bringing him back to a world where lights blinded you.
His fingers twitched; the wires and clasps on the end of them creaking with age.
A loud alarm made his ears bleed; and he suddenly felt himself being sucked down; water around him making the wires he was hanging from snare around his body more and making them scratch into his skin.
Something was whipped from his face and when he opened his mouth thick green liquid poured in and blocked his throat; reaching up his hands to clutch his throat; body convulsing violently as all the wires coming from his lower back and legs down ripped our and thrashed away; blood droplets falling in the green liquid like rain drops stuck in a void.
Every piece of skin that was ripped open made his body thrash away; body ending up just shaking back and forth as he held his throat in an agonising choked scream.
Suddenly a huge vent opened up below his toes; the sucking force almost ripping away his toes, in nature reflex he curled himself into a ball; feet safely tucked away. The green liquid began to swirl; brushing past the skin; his eyes open a fraction he could see it was stained brown from all the blood from his lower body half.
Suddenly a long, thick wire with the resemblance of thorns sticking out whipped out and wrapped around his neck; thorns inserting into his neck and ripping the skin open; the more he struggled against it the more blood he lost and he vaguely heard someone yelling at him to stop.
The thick water was off his head now; he coughed up what he could of the parts that were stuck in his throat and when the water was past his shoulders he could feel the blood spill down his neck and his head was beginning to throb.
Suddenly all the water was gone; he had nothing left to float in and the wire ripping his throat; all the other ones ripping his wrists and torso; they all gripped onto him as he dangled in pain; blood coughing out of his mouth in thick spots; splattering on the floor and over his already blood stained chest.
He lifted his head up slightly and looked around; he felt air flowing into his lungs, but it had the metallic taste of blood along with it.
"Tala; my perfect creation; it's time to learn how to be real"
By now he had realised his name was Tala; Cyber Tala but the name Cyber gave him a hateful feeling within his chest.
The strain on his neck was going to kill him soon and hard thumps were crashed against the glass of the cylinder he was in.
"Put your feet down Tala; put them down on the ground and stand! I will not have you die so suddenly!"
The angry voice made Tala's ears pound so he found himself putting shaky feet onto the ground; his fingers holding him up by the walls of the cylinder and he slowly put all his weight on un-used feet.
The muscles in his feet began to jolt and pull themselves; making him scream in pain…and he could hear himself now.
His voice was strange and new and he found his fingers running over his lips; the lips parting and he made any noise he wanted to; just listening.
A dangerous thump on the glass made his hands loose grip of the side of the cylinder and all weight was forced onto his feet; crying out in pain his feet slipped away and he fell to his knees; then to his backside; he clattering off the side of the cylinder and the wire around his neck let go- it slipping up his face and scratching huge cuts into it; one particularly deep one just behind his ear.
He lifted up shaky fingers and pulled the wire off his face; he then opened his eyes full and ripped all the coloured wires from his fingers; the wires from around his wrists, until his body was free of restraints.
He lay there. His chest heaving as blood just pooled from cuts; he felt dizzy and like he was going to be sick.
Suddenly a loud noise echoed through the cylinder and grey gas was squirted at him; making him cough. The blood on his chest was blown away as well as any other blood and he was clean until it decided to fall again.
He looked around; he couldn't see anyone looking in on him like before; the last mess created by the dead body of the scientist so long ago was cleaned up and he was just left in this tube.
His heart beat began to race and his chest began to heave more as he looked around.
His fingers tried to grip onto the glass but it was useless; he began to fret; there seemed to be no where out of this thing, he was going to suffocate.
He began to beat his fists against the side of the cylinder; mouth open in screams as he called for help; he wanted out- he didn't want to stay in here anymore. He couldn't breathe.
Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he used up all his strength in an unknown emotion trying to get out.
His strength began to weaken and he couldn't hit his fist against the glass anymore; the adrenalin was worn away but his fear wasn't. He thought he was going to die- no one would notice he was here and he would die.
"Please help me…I'm…scared"
He didn't want to die…not yet.
Where's Kai gonna go, is Tala going to get out? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out!
Bra-Two and Kanilla
