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Chapter 2

Pain... Throbbing pain... My head... It pounded as if a tiny sledge hammer was tapping my brain. A loud groan came from my throat as I placed a hand on my head, trying to sit up. Where... Where the hell was I...? Actually... Now that I was paying attention, I couldn't even reach for my forehead because my arms were chained above my head making my arms numb an bloodless. At this realization, my golden eyes snapped open. I looked around, realizing I was in a dark and cold cell. Goosebumps ran up my arms, though the only way I knew this was because I could see them, not because I could feel it or anything! Stupid chains! Stupid glowing green chains! Wait... Green... Glowing? Innocence...? Oh. Oh no. Oh... Was I in the Black Order?! OH! This was not good! How the hell did I get here?! Oh hell! Oh bloody hell! I'm dead! I am SOOOOOO dead! And to think! I just recovered! Damn my luck! Fucka you exorcist!

I tried to struggle against the chains. However the moment I did, pain spiked up my arms making me cry out in pain. It was agony! It was as if electricity was coursing through my veins. I stopped immediately, panting slightly. Fear was already beginning to replace my confusion and anger. What were they going to do to me?

Footsteps suddenly caught my attention. My body stiffened from fear and anticipation. I could feel my pupils dilate, growing to be pinpricks. Several men walked up to the cell. Two in exorcist uniforms, the other in a suit. He looked like the one in charge. But of course I didn't know him. In fact, most of them I didn't know... But... The looks on their faces scared me... I wilted slightly under their gazes. Though I knew I couldn't show fear. I couldn't. So I forced myself to glare at them, snarling.

"Why are we here exorcists?" I hissed angrily, even though inwardly I was freaking out. "Tell us!" I demanded, trying my best to act fierce, however I cursed the crack of fear in my voice.

"And please, do tell, why should I tell a Noah anything?" The man in charge asked with a smirk.

"Cause I fucking said so! Now tell me!"

"Tell me... Why had you refered to yourself as 'us' when you were talking about yourself?" One man inquired, using a pale hand to push his slim glasses further up on the bridge of his nose. What? Where did that come from.

"And why in the hell would we tell you that?" I raised an eyebrow. This human is stupid! hii hii! Jasdero's voice echoed in my head. Definitely. Devit's voice added. I felt a smirk crawl onto my face. "Stupid, pathetic humans! You will tell us why we're here!" I growled. The human in charge let out a sigh.

"I was hoping we could do this the easy way..." He turned, looking at the exorcists. "You know what to do." I tried to hold back, but I felt my eyes widen in fear. The man walked away as the two exorcists walked into the cell. And I had no way to defend myself... I realized I recognized one of these exorcists. Short red hair, an eyepatch over one of his eyes... what was his name again...? It was uh... Bookman junior right? He had sort of a sympathetic look on his face, but he was obviously trying not to show it by the way he was biting his lower lip. His companion had a firm look on his face, deep blue hair falling over his shoulders as he pulled out a shining blade. Wait... Wasn't he the guy that killed Skinn? I think... Ya that must be him, looks just like him. I tried to keep my body from trembling as I looked warily at his sword.

"Um... you can take the first hit Yu." The Bookman Jr. said softly.

"My name is Kanda!" The companion snapped irritably, taking his focus off of me.

"Is this really the time to be picky Yu?" The redhead raised an eyebrow.

"My name is KANDA!" Kanda snapped.

"Can this not wait until later?" Bookman Jr. groaned. "I'm pretty sure Komui wants us to do something!"

"Baka usagi..." Kanda grumbled under his breath. I looked at them strangely. How could they be having this silly argument now of all times? ... Did humans usually do this? Or just them? Then the two exorcists seemed to remember that I was here.

Bookman Jr cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh... Sorry for the wait..." He coughed to me. I rolled my eyes.
"Take /all/ the time you need," I sighed. "Not like we're goin anywhere..." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Bookman Jr looked over at Kanda. The long haired exorcist pointed the tip of his sword at my chest, making me flinch back slightly. His already narrow optics narrowed even more, a sadistic grin stretched his lips... My golden eyes widened in terror.

All I could feel for the next few hours was nothing but excruciating pain, agony beyond what I have even felt on my entire life. Innocence coursed through my veins, mixing with the blood that poured from my wounds. By the end of it, I was a trembling, agonized, whimpering wreck on the floor. Dangling by my, cloth like, limp, bloodless arms that were my own.

I vomited crimson onto the floor, little neon green stripes mixed in. A whimper of pain made it past my blood stained lips. I prayed they were done... that they'd leave... Thankfully... It seemed they were done... My beautiful... Long hair... It was laced with dried caked blood and sparkling flecks of painful innocence...

"I think we're done here." Kanda said boredly, sheathing his sword. "Komui should be able to get something out of him now that he knows what with happen if he refuses." From the corner of my eye, I could see Bookman Jr give a shaky nod, his hands seem to tremble as they held his now shrunken hammer. The two of them left, locking the cell behind them. It was over... all over... But the pain... It wasn't over... It was still there... It was stinging and throbbing me, not allowing me to forget it's cruel existence. I let out a small choked cry of pain, tears streaming down my grey cheeks. I wanted to slip into unconsciousness... I wanted to pain to end... I wanted it to end... I wanted to go home and curl up on my nice warm bed... I wanted somebody to cradle me and tell me everything was going to be all right... The corners of my vision began getting dark... I welcomed it... I welcomed the darkness... The darkness promised bliss... and freedom from the pain... Relief... Oh sweet sinful relief...

The next few weeks were pure agony. I wanted nothing more than to just go unconscious and never wake up... To just stay fast asleep forever... They kept... injecting me with things... making me drink potions... just to see what they would do. But this was mostly because I refused to cooperate with them. I hated every second of it. To make the pain stop, I let slip a few pieces of information... knowing the hell I would get from the Earl. But I didn't care. I wanted the pain to stop... But the details were small though I made them seem as if they were very important... Anything to keep the pain at bay... I got very little food. The food I did get was terrible... usually gruel or something... Usually when I was good... They gave me a stale oatmeal cookie... Like the ones that I would get in the Asylum... I hadn't heard the twins in what felt like forever... They were probably too scared to talk... Or maybe the innocence had broken our communication...

One day, I decided to try to split into them... to see if they were still there. Sadly... it worked just as the interrogators were coming. The twins were frantic... Each of them had one arm, one leg, in one of the four chains. But they both had an arm and a leg free. Devit automatically took Jasdero's hand and squeezed. Even now, Jasdero always came before himself. The poor blonde twin was trembling violently. Jasdero had always been the weaker or well, more timid of the two. The raven haired twin glared at the exorcists, pulling his brother close with one arm. The Exorcists looked in shock at the two of them.
"Strange... The Noah split into two others... But why is one a female?" The man with the slim glasses pondered out loud.

"Dero's not a girl!" Jasdero cried indignantly.

"Yeah! He just has long hair you assholes!" Devit growled. The man with the glasses straightened his glasses, realizing Jasdero wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Oh... Right..." He coughed. The twins glared at the exorcists. "Now... Where can the Noah's ark be found." The man said, going right back to interrogation.

"As if we'd tell you!" Devit snarled, Jasdero nodding in agreement.

"You two seem quite fond of each other..." He commented... "Wonder what would happen if one of you were... To... Die?" He chuckled softly, a sadistic smile crossed his lips ever so slightly as he gazed upon Jasdero. The blonde let out an audible squeak of terror.

"Don't you dare touch my brother!" The ravenette's eyes burned with hatred.

"Answer my question and I won't," the man said. Bookman jr who was one of the Exorcists in the room leaned over

"Komui... Sir... They both have one chain missing from an arm and a leg..." He whispered, though of course the whisper echoed so the twins could hear this. Jasdero clutched Devit's hand at this. The man named Komui ignored Bookman jr's observance and continued.

"Now... Tell me where the ark is position and I won't kill either of you." He said. lie! Don't tell them! Lie! I cried inside their minds. I could tell Devitto was wracking his brains for some kind of answer but Jasdero beat him to it. He burst into a fresh pair of tears

"P-P-Portugal!" He cried, putting on a show for them. It was at this moment, that I was thankful Jasdero could produce fake tears at will. He always used them to get his way, and he was a great actor. He always got the two of them out of trouble when he cried. Especially with the Earl. He was pretty sympathetic when Jasdero put on his act. Even Tyki was. The exorcists looked at each other as Jasdero sobbed hysterically. Then, they left. The three of us sighed in relief. But. Then... More Exorcists came in, though Bookman Jr left the room. Our relief faded at once. Jasdero and Devit gripped each other even tighter. The Exorcists were threatening and scary to Jasdero. We'll be fine. We'll be fine. As long as we lie and they believe us. Devit said mentally, his hand clutching his brother's. Dero nodded crystal tears flowing down his cheeks like rivers. But... These were real... I immediately regretted splitting into the twins. They couldn't handle this! Jasdero wasn't mentally able and Devit would be easily swayed if Dero got hurt.

The beating Was horrible... They a used Jasdero to get information out of Devitto... They tortured the poor blonde right in front of Devit... They had left us alone now... now that Devit had given them everything they wanted. Jasdero was bloody, covered in wounds, and sobbing quietly. Devitto was in tears and unable to even touch his twin, they had chained his other leg and arm back to the wall and they had chained Dero to the other side of the room as well. The Earl was right... exorcists were monsters... How dare they have the gall to call us monsters! And call us freaks! They're the real monsters! All of them!

The twins were terrified. I knew. I was in their heads. But I couldn't do anything! And I hated it... I hated feeling so weak... I hated being without any control over anything, I felt so vulnerable.

I had no idea how much time passed... eventually though, since the twins were being good, the exorcists put collars around their necks that were inlaced with innocence. As well as chains on their wrists. They could move around the cell though... They instantly had transformed into me so they wouldn't suffer anymore. Now it was my turn to face the torture... I gulped slightly... Though at least poor Dero didn't have to get a hard anymore. I curled up in the corner of the cell, closing my eyes. I tried to calm down... I needed to calm down... If I was to survive... I'd need to take this calmly... Footsteps suddenly caught my attention. It sounded like only one person... but it still terrified me. I stood and backed up against the wall... My eyes widened, then narrowed when I saw who had come to pay me a visit.

"Vampire..." I hissed softly.

"Ugh you." He groaned, his voice was weak, timid, and soft

"Hey! You're the one who came down here!" I cried indignantly. Then I noticed that he had a tray of food. My stomach growled loudly at the sight of food, making me blush.

"Komui told me to bring food down to 'the Noah' as he said," Krory shrugged.

"Just shut up and give us the food." I muttered, though I had no idea how I'd eat it. With my wrists handcuffed together. He sighed.

"A-alright I'll just leave it," he shrugged. Now then... how... was I gonna eat this... I frowned down at the food. It was gonna be hard with the handcuffs... and I really didn't wanna eat it as if I was an animal. I tried to reach for it with my hands but I couldn't, the chain that attached my hands to the wall held my hands in place, I bent over and tried to eat however the chains prevented me from doing that... My hair was useless right now due to the innocence... Maybe my feet?
I felt so ridiculous, and what was even worse about this situation is that the vampire was watching me with cruel amusement, smirking and snickering to himself.

"Shut up!" I cried, glaring at him. "Quit laughing jerk!" He laughed even harder, tears pricking in his eyes from how hard he was laughing at my sad attempts at threats. For some reason, the sound of his laughter stabbed me like a knife. It made me realize just how pathetic I was at this moment...I looked away from the vampire, lowering my head so that my hair covered my face. I felt a few tears fall down my cheeks. But then something miraculous happened... He stopped laughing immediately.

"I-I'm so-sorry... I... I didn't mean t-to make y-you cry..." He murmured softly. I was shocked at how sensitive, and apologetic his voice sounded...

"Why do you care anyway..." I asked softly, not looking at him.

"I... I don't like when people are up-upset... Even if they are m-murderers..." He murmured, his voice had become timid. Murderer...? Was that was he thought of me...? I let out a choked laugh.

"You're such a strange human..." I muttered.

"Nobody t-thinks of m-me as human..." He muttered, looking down slightly.

"You're an exorcist. You're human... We're the ones who aren't human..." I looked over at him slightly. "You said it yourself back at the Ark. We're freaks."

"You and your little friends angered me..." He muttered "and I've heard that aimed at me my whole life so it was the one insult I knew..." Vampire sighed softly.

"You're a strange human..." I repeated softly.

"I'm a 'vampire' not a human according to the others..." He muttered.

"Aren't you a vampire? You drank akuma blood." I shuddered slightly when I remembered the taste of that vile liquid.

"No. Vampires drink human blood. I don't drink human blood, I drink Akuma blood because it's my innocence or well power," he explained to me.

"Why are you telling us this...? You were laughing at us a minute ago." I muttered.

"You asked," he shrugged. I decided to focus back on my food... God I was hungry... "d-do you need help?" He asked.

"We don't need your help vampire." I hissed. Though obviously... I clearly needed it. But no way was I asking for it.

"Alright, I guess I'll just leave you to that then," he shrugged, smirking slightly as he began to slowly leave the room.

"Wait!" I hesitantly swallowed my pride. There was no use for it anymore... He stopped and looked back at me.

"Mhm?" He asked, the humoresque smirk that was on his face sickened me... I averted my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"...We need help..." I muttered softly. I heard him chuckle softly, then he walked towards me and sat down in front of me, taking the plate. I looked up at the vampire slightly, trying to keep my pride down. There was no need or place for it right now. I could feel him pushing the silver spoon passed my black painted lips... Soup trickling into my mouth. Slowly, my lips parted to accept the soup. I swallowed the food, feeling extremely childish... A soft chuckle nestled itself into my ears... "Quit laughing..." I muttered softly, keeping my gaze downwards.

"Alright..." Krory's soft voice murmured. I was surprised that he actually listened to me. But I didn't say anything about it. I only continued to allow him to spoon feed me the rest of the food.

When it was gone. He stood up, and he left... Though the echo of his footsteps remains for a few brief seconds before they too dissipated. A sudden loneliness settled in my chest. It felt kinda nice... having company that wasn't trying to hurt me... Even if it made me feel a bit childish... It had been nice...

I curled up in the corner again, hiding my face. Hopefully this nightmare would end soon...