I'm sorry for the delay. There's a shit ton of things to do in preparation of leaving high school for good about a month from now. Yeah, and I finally decided on a new title for the story. The chapters will roughly be at least 2,000 words long, just for a little hindsight.
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Admission.
"New patient arriving today. Seventeen."
"Classification?"
"Psychosis. Disorganized Schizophrenia. Mild case."
"Poor kid. Alright, i'll take the files."
He couldn't see a damn thing besides dull, eggshell white walls and a flickering light bulb dangling from the ceiling by a rusted chain.
How long had he been asleep?
Aside from his body in a half fetal position on a cold and dirty tiled floor, there was nothing in the small room he was occupying. A loud, resounding knock came from the gray metal door to his top right, and it opened shortly after.
"Roxas Hikari? Good, you're awake. Come with me please."
Now he remembered where he was. They had stolen him.
The newcomer's demeanor appeared callous and emotionless. Her hair was a thin wavy strawberry blonde, and the sparkling hazel eyes hinted she was on the end of her youth, most likely around her late twenties. The last time Roxas was conscious, she had injected something into his neck with a thin needle while he was being forcefully held down for plunging a rusty nail into her right calf. He secured the nail in his pocket at all times, for any circumstances that may arise should he feel threatened.
If his parents hadn't disposed of him, he would have had a choice of actions.
"Come on, let's go. We're on a tight schedule today."
Reluctantly, Roxas got to his feet and stepped out of his confinement. There were two fairly built men accompanying them on the long walk down the poorly lit hallway as a just in case should he try anything violent once more. He spotted a small taser on one of their belts, just short of his grasp if he reached for it.
What the fuck am I here for?
He was then taken into another room on the opposite side of the hallway and left without any advice or whatnot, this time with a mass of obscure medical equipment scattered across marble countertops, and a near-flawless complexioned redhead with stupidly long hair that was located sitting in a corner with his knees bent up and locked together. Something about Roxas must have been intriguing, because his sole accompaniment in the frigid room looked straight at him with a wicked expression as their gazes locked on each other. The stranger flashed a completely fabricated smile like a car salesman attempting to slide a purchase through an unaware consumer while scanning Roxas up and down in a way that was either suggestive or menacing.
"Well. You must be new here."
The jargon that flowed out of his lips had the equivalent of Novocaine on Roxas' brain. His voice was so velvety, so mysterious, so..inviting. But something wasn't right, something had to be churning in his mind. A motive for his twisted friendliness. Emerald irises glistened as he spoke, and two reverse teardrops were tattooed right below his eyes.
Repercussions, that's what they were to Roxas. A shrouded and falsified sense of comfort, created by an egotistical maniac bent on fervent passion and heartbreak. From the rising of the very entities that haunted his thoughts, something was about to go down.
"You think?" Roxas retorted. "From the look of yourratchet ass, seems like you've been holed up in this shitpile because nobody cares to keep you."
Speaking without thinking had always been one of his biggest faults, and this situation was a pure example of how unsympathetic one teen could be.
"Easy there buttercup. You don't have to be so harsh now..."
He sprang to his feet and propped his twiglike figure up against the wall with one leg bent against it. From just a simple observation alone, he stood somewhere at about six feet or even a little more, and appeared extremely unkempt at the moment. There were various lacerations along loose fitting blue jeans and a shirt that seemed to be stained with blood.
"...because you're not looking too pretty yourself."
Upon hearing the remark, Roxas looked down at his own tattered body and realized the statement to be true; he looked anything but pretty right now. There was dirt caked on his brand new checkered Vans, a ripped white tanktop, and checkered shorts destroyed by grass stains. What had to be worse was the fact all his kandi cuffs were confiscated from his arms, exposing a mass of scars along them from hours upon hours of slicing flesh open with a dulled razorblade.
His hair was completely matted down. It was never down.
"I know why you're here Roxas. What you've done."
"He's out to get you Roxas. Trust us."
"The fuck are you toying with me for? Just what do you expect from me?" A snarl came out while he advanced closer with small steps, not losing sight of who was in front.
"You're a messy little nutcase. There's this insane belief in your noggin that little people command your every action with smooth words and condescending tones. Your violent outbursts left you shunned and feared by most of your community, ultimately leaving your overly stressed parents to drop you off where you won't become a problem to anyone, anymore."
The words dropped like bombs on Roxas' conscience, building up a vial of anger ready to teeter on the edge of morality and shatter. The fact he spewed these words at Roxas so casually and straight faced ticked every nerve until popping off at the mouth became a necessity. Of course the accusation was damn near on the dot, but he wouldn't dare swallow pride to admit such a thing. However, the question of how someone he never encountered before a moment in his pathetic life knew about said life.
"Don't go around acting like you know a thing about what goes on with me."
"It's obvious I know more than you."
The space between them grew shorter.
"My parents are just going on vacation, dumbfuck." Was that really the best retort he could fathom at the moment?
"No Roxybear, they stranded your ass to finally have the marriage they dreamed about until you came around and destroyed their future."
Roxybear was the name given by his mother. That defilement.
At that point, the vial shattered and Roxas lunged at the stranger with a scalpel he swiped up from a nearby counter just seconds before casting his feet off the ground. The sharp edge of the stainless steel surgical tool came inches away from both of their necks after a momentary struggle when in a flash Roxas was flipped from his position and slammed into the corner with no way to break free. He remained there panting, with a unmoving gaze on those emerald eyes.
"The...hell..."
"Smooth move. Now look where it's got you."
"You're such a brazen asshole."
"I never did tell you why I was in here, did I?"
Body pressed against body as the collar of Roxas' shirt was grabbed onto with slender fingers and soft lips moved to his ear to cease all movement by a single breath.
"Pyromania. Two gorgeous fields, gone at a snap of the fingers. Numerous attempted murders. Successful rape."
Roxas just about looked like he had been anally probed with a whisk of cake batter as the door containing himself and the readhead flung open and the same woman from before burst in. His shirt was released, and a sense of relief flowed out.
"Axel Cisero! What on earth do you think you're doing?"
Why did that name sound so familiar?"
In as quick as he shifted Roxas to pure fear by aggressive movements and venom filled morphemes, Axel swiftly twirled around and plastered on that distinctive allure laced in a smile.
"Oh, nothing really. Roxas had a bit of a fright, so I just calmed him down. Is that really something to be worried about?"
Both the woman gave a roll of the eyes to call bullshit, but despite the offsetting appearance, Axel really did possess the cunning of a snake and the grace of a mass serial killer.
"Sure, whatever you say. Both of you come with me. Axel, you failed."
"Aw c'mon, you're fucking kidding me! I didn't take any drugs!"
He looked absolutely seething while they walked yet again into another room, and Roxas was beginning to feel as if he were a cheap yo-yo. This new location was fully guarded along with a full body mirror and adequate lighting for once. From the looks of it, Axel was already fully aware of the procedure to take place when he stuck out his right arm to the woman. Looking over at the strange action quizzically, Roxas followed suit. She laid a flat strip of aluminum and slammed it against their scar laced arms to produce a houl inducing pain and left their flesh with scarlet tinted blotches. Roxas was brought in front of the sparkling mirror by that strange woman who had the look of achievement upon that makeup caked facade of hers.
"Look at yourself, Roxas. Look at the calamity you've become. Are you really happy with yourself and the outcomes?"
Bitch, what do you think?
"I dunno, is anyone really happy?"
"Don't get philosophical with me, Hikari. I'm just glad we put your outbursts at bay for now."
She clasped onto his collarbone with bitter words and leaned closer.
"You miss your parents? I can bet that you do."
Axel shook his head in pure disappointment.
"They fucked me over. But yeah, I guess I do miss them a little."
"Well don't. You're not wanted anymore."
Another needle was plunged into his neck before he had any chance to object, any moment to react and prevent himself from being some medical toy to cavort with. His body fell limp and dropped to the floor.
"We warned you Roxas... We told you to believe us.
Now you're vulnerable to their manipulation.
Nothing but a helpless puppet."
"But don't worry. We have a solution."
A full twenty-four hours had passed when Roxas sat up from his forced slumber.
I have got to stop doing this.
All of the voluntary muscles felt ached and tense, and it was as if there were immense weights pressing against his body to prevent any type of escape. Upon opening his eyes after a momentary struggle, the first thing noticed was Axel seated in a chair suited for a kindergartener. In the same room. Alone. He noticed his accompaniment had been woken and slid his chair casually so that it would meet the small bed Roxas was occupying.
"Oho, you're awake. Took you long enough."
The cockiness from this guy never ceased. Roxas ruffled his hair while giving a look of contempt, just wondering where he could possibly be located this time around.
"Yeah, whatever. Just tell me where I am."
A laugh escaped Axel's lips. A dark, demented laugh. The question Roxas asked apparently was never going to be answered by the look on Axel's face.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, blondielocks. Nobody knows where we are. But until a staff member walks all up in here, I suppose i'll humor you."
Darting his eyes around the room, he stopped hearing Axel's words, realizing that the tone was much softer, as if he had been injected with some substance as well. But did Roxas actually know better? Of course not, because he had just met the guy and hell, he didn't even know if this scenario was all a twisted delusion he usually had with the ending of him waking up in the real world with another hatred of the sentience he was in a way forced to carry out. Either way, he urged the story to be unraveled by a simple nod.
"Alright, let's get this crfackin. The place you woke up in is a holding edifice known as Castle Oblivion. New patients are automatically brought there to undergo the procedural paperwork by parents or guardians. At the moment you are most unaware, they inject you with a dose of I think, fentanyl to knock you out in about thirty seconds. Ya get put in a room like that one you woke up in, and while you're asleep they look over the basics of your appearance and a summary by your parents. Following me so far?"
And surprisingly, he was able to keep up with the rambling. Maybe it was Axel's use of hand motions strewn about in a inconsistent way that somehow matched up perfectly with the words spewing out of his mouth.
"Of course."
"Good. See when that lady slapped our arms, it was to get the blood flowing from the drugs they injected. I dunno why though. And well, you know from there. Where you're at right now, it's known as The World That Never Was. When I said I couldn't say where we were, I meant it. After we're handed over to this place, our records of existence are pretty much wiped out to everyone on the outside world. No one knows where this place is located at, either inside or out. That's pretty much the story."
"But...how do you know all of this?"
Roxas cocked his head when a bloodcurdling scream was emitted from what seemed to be a few rooms away.