Soft, pitiful cries echoed faintly in the cold, white research lab.
"P-please…" the little boy begged, "l-l-lemmie go…I wanna go home…"
And then there were more tears.
But the ivory-haired man only grinned cruelly, sharp, uncaring eyes protruding out of pale-tan skin. The look he gave sent another chill down the nine-year old's body, terrifying him even more. "Now why should I, little one? You are going to be part of our experiments. Are you not happy?"
More choked sobs, as he struggled weakly in his restraints, but with no avail; he was secured far too strongly to the freezing metal table.
"I wanna go h-home…to my mommy…"
The man laughed bitterly. "You're not going home, child. You never will."
His words drew more tears from the boy's orchid colored eyes.
The other six apprentices stood by, monitoring equipment that was soon to be in use. Each one of them felt this was horribly malicious. Stealing a young child from his home, using him as a mere tool for conducting tests…it was as low as anyone could get. Yet, they knew better than to speak out again Xehanort. He was a mad one, that man… Some things should just be left alone when it comes to him. That includes his thinking.
Said man brushed some shaggy chocolate-brown locks from the boy's face, to get a better look at his red, watery eyes, those pale orbs that held so much unimaginable terror and disparity. His chest rose and fell so sharply with each shuddery fright filled breath that the man believed the child would knock him self out.
"Perhaps, I'll let you go…"
The boy's eyes looked up into the man's, suddenly filled with faintly fleeting hope. He sniffed, "R-really?"
A nod, "Mmhmm. But, you'll have to beg for it."
"B-beg?"
"Yes, lad. Beg as if your life depended on it."
Fresh tears fell from the child's face. "Please, sir…mister…let me go. Please…I just wanna go home…please…" He sounded absolutely pitiful, that boy. It was heart wrenching to the other scientists to hear a little child such as he beg for his right to live. It was sickening, disgusting, and twisted in so many ways…
Xehanort gave a seriously convincing look of consideration. The boy's hopes lifted a little more…
…before crashing down.
"Nope!"
Everyone in the room could hear that boy's heart shatter, as his cries renewed with his tears. He knew he wasn't going to live. The others knew it too. And so did Xehanort.
And that little boy hated them…to his last, fading breath…
To his last, fading heartbeat…
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Soft footsteps made their way through The World That Never Was, rain pouring down hard. Wet chains clanked heavily with each step, the sound arousing the surrounding Heartless. The beasts rose up from the ground in utmost respect at this man, for he was their Master.
The man bit again into the soft organ in his hand, blood dripping down his chin, only to be washed away by the icy downpour. Its faint 'thump' could still be heard as he devoured it all. He licked his fingers greedily, savoring the flavor of his most recent victim. And as he looked up to the castle before him, he grinned maliciously.
Just how Xehanort had taught him to.
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I like this one! I won't say whom it's about, and if you know, DO NOT SAY!
It'll ruin stuff…and stuff. :3
Poor little boy… :( Xehanort's such a meanie-butt!