The little boy, well he really wasn't that little anymore, was back in the cage once again not knowing what would be done to him next. He prayed that it would be nothing or, at the very least, that it wouldn't hurt. Whatever had already been done to him certainly didn't seem like it was about to be undone, what with the various scientists who continued to observe him through the cage. There was no way he could beg them to change him back into a nice, little human boy. He wanted to be normal again, be human like them. He didn't need to be caged, he reasoned. He wouldn't hurt anyone even if they were responsible for doing this to him. He wasn't a killer. The very thought of ever ending another human's life made him feel sick. All he wanted was for someone to explain to him what was going on, and maybe for someone to give him something more than a large sheet to cover himself with. There had to be some clothing that could fit him or some could be made. It was bad enough that people were looking at him, but he didn't want ladies to see him so exposed.
But, his father had invited him here for the day. Surely by the end of the day what had been done to him would be reversed, right? His dad couldn't very well let him go home looking like a monster; it would scare mother too much, and he certainly didn't want that. Even though his mom was a girl, he loved her with his whole heart. His friends always made fun of him over this, but it was the truth. She was so kind to him. He didn't want to scare anyone, but people kept looking on him with fear. Why? He was in a cage, held down with thick, metal chains. There was no way that he could get out…that he was sure of. Even if he did get out somehow, he would never harm them, willingly. Those faces of fear suddenly meant nothing to him when his father came into view, the only one who did not show any visible signs of fear. The man didn't as much as look at the one that was trapped in the cage. The boy wanted to call out to his father; he wanted to beg his father to turn him back to normal and let him go home. He just wanted to go back home and forget about what had been done to him today. But, he had no mouth. He couldn't ask for help or freedom from this prison. He followed his father's movements, trying to get his attention. If he could only ask his father to help him, maybe this would all be undone. Or, maybe his father was actually planning on reversing the effects of the experiments now. That had to be what he was going to do, the child reasoned. His father wouldn't want to see his son suffer any more. It made sense to the child. The boy had no idea what the very near future held for him.
Once again, his father walked over to the panel of controls, not once paying attention to the one in the cage. The boy felt fear crawl into him. He knew what those controls could mean for him. Oh, how he wanted to beg his father not to touch those controls. How he wished he could beg his father not to toy with those controls. With a push of a button and the turn of a knob, one of the instruments surrounding the cage slowly began to lower itself toward the squirming boy inside. As the instrument came down to stab into his back, a sickly black liquid crept through it to enter the child's body. The boy writhed under the effects the chemical brought on.
Those observing the one inside the cage knew exactly what these chemicals could do to the child, but they did nothing to try and stop it. All of this was being done in the name of science, to test the human genome. Of course, the government had no idea what they were doing .It would go against ethics, some law, or something of the sort. Putting it simply this was not to be on record.
The pain was something he could not describe. There were no words to sum up just how badly the feeling of that thick liquid entering his back, his spine, was. He wanted to scream, but the only one who could hear his torment was himself, inside his mind. Still, those things kept stabbing over and over again into his spine; that black liquid kept pumping into him. No one would help him. The men, the women, all of them only continued to stare. There was one man, though, who was looking at him with pain written all over his face. It seemed that the man actually cared. So, as his internal screams became worse with even more of that liquid entering him, the boy kept his focus entirely on the man whose face held compassion for him. The torture was nowhere near to being over. It had only just begun.
Ellaina jolted awake at the sounds of screams coming into her head. Those agonizing screams wouldn't stop, and it took her a moment to realize who it was coming from. She had dozed off in Slendy's embrace, and it appeared that he had done the same. He held her tight to him, hands clenching and unclenching with handfuls of her white dress, tendrils wrapped quite tightly around her waist. What in the name of God was he dreaming about that was causing him such pain? Was there some way that he could be harmed in his sleep that he had never told her about? He had never mentioned anything about this before. She didn't know what was wrong, but that did not mean that she would allow him to continue to suffer this way. She needed to wake him up and soon, she knew, when those screams of torment and pain suddenly became much worse.
A/N- … I will update soon. Please don't hate me! Writing this chapter and the next has been absolutely killing me. D: I wonder who will figure out who the compassionate man is…