Pain
Pain. Such a small word, but its meaning is so complex. There is physical pain, emotional pain, and spiritual pain. All of these, he has suffered from in this horrid place where the people work with cruel intentions in mind, doing the work of the devil. Yes, these people are certainly the definition of all that is evil in the world.
He was cold, being that he had his clothes taken from him when they took him; He was aching, being that he has spent many years locked away in a small cage; He was scared, not knowing what new pain will be brought upon him day after day; And, he was drowning in utter hopelessness, believing he would forever live like this until the day he died. Everyday he believed his situation couldn't get any worse, but everyday he was proven wrong. Arms wrapped around his knees and head buried, he gently and quietly cried. Knowing this crying wouldn't help, he tried to remember the good times in his life before he came here. He remembered living in Africa, playing soccer with other kids, his kind and caring parents… At this his crying began again, remembering the accident that took their lives.
The sound of footsteps made him abruptly stop his crying as fear overtook him. He pleaded to God that the person wouldn't enter this particular room, but his prayers went unanswered as the sound of keys dangling at the knob was heard. With a small whimper, he cowered against the back corner of his prison. The knob turned, letting bright white light enter the once black abyss of a room. He closed his eyes, due to both the light, and his fear. A man entered in a white lab coat, black glasses, and a clipboard. Although he had glasses, this man did not look like a feeble man. He was tall, muscular, and had a three o clock shadow. He clicked on the overhead lights, further blinding the small boy who whimpered again at his presence. This man was the cruelest man he had ever met. Most of the people here showed no emotion with their subjects, but he had a glint in his eye and a slight curve to his lips that showed he enjoyed his work. He enjoyed inflicting pain, sorrow, and misery on defenseless creatures such as himself.
He looked up from his clipboard and gave such a smile at the boy. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a long syringe. Filling it with liquid, he turned and made his way over to the cage. The boy's eyes grew wide at the sight of the needle, knowing what usually comes afterwards. He attempted to back away further from the man, only to have his back meet the cage wall. He pressed himself against it so hard, the cage bars left imprints on his green flesh. The man sauntered over, with that same wicked smile, and plunged the needle through the bars and into the boy's arm. The boy began to grow tired and limp but not completely unconscious. No, they wanted him awake for what they were about to do to him. The man unlocked the cage and picked up the fragile boy. Although the boy's body showed little resistance, due to the drugs, his eyes shown with terror.
The man carried him out the door, down the hall, and into a room with a lab table. He was laid down and strapped to the table, leaving him with no means of escape. A woman was already there with a mask and gloves on. She began preparing the equipment while the first man put on a mask and gloves. Once done, the women held out a tray with assorted instruments to the man. He looked them over with excitement in his eyes. He was like a kid in a candy store. His eyes fell on the lighter. It was long, much like the ones used for starting camp fires. He grabbed it, moving between his hands, examining it before facing the boy again. The boy's breathing hitched at the sight of the item and then he began breathing rapidly as panic over took him. The man flicked on the lighter and hovered it over the boy's leg, as the boy's flesh began to burn and melt. The boy let out an inhuman scream that was silenced by the thick walls.
Beast Boy jolted upright in the pod of the T Ship. He was breathing rapidly, sweating profusely, and his face felt damp. He reached his hand up to his cheek for it to be met with tears. He quickly brushed them away and took in his surroundings. It was dark out and the moon and stars were concealed behind clouds. This lack of light didn't help to ease his fears from his recent nightmare. He knew he wouldn't be getting any more sleep tonight.