I dreamt of hope, tonight. I dreamt of warm arms and someone loving comfort through a chilly night. It was always the same dream. A faceless body, coming to my rescue. Tonight the face had eyes: Beautiful blue eyes. I reached to hold the face that was showing me such kindness, as sound from the body whispered into my ear as the body held me close: "Common mutts can have endearing qualities."
Then I woke up. The real world: cold and bare. I moved an arm to rub my eyes, but couldn't move. Am I paralyzed?
A bright light pierced the darkness as I was struggling, blinding me. I screamed in terror, the first name that came to mind: "Kaiba! Help me!" I thought back to the dream. The faceless figure, transformed into Kaiba's tall and slender form, his chiseled face, and piercing blue eyes.
Mixed laughter pierced my thoughts of hope. "Kaiba is the one who put you here boy. But that is giving him too much credit isn't it? You signed the contract. Like an utter fool. Common people like you sicken me. Your stupidity will be the downfall of this world if we do not figure out how to make your… kind… smarter."
My vision was slowly starting to come back. I was in a bright white room. Four figures in clean white lab coats started approaching the lab table I was laying on. Thick leather bonds kept me from moving my ankles and wrists. I was only dressed in my boxers, stripped of not only my pajamas but also my pride.
Struggling half-heartedly, I growled lowly, "What are you going to do to me?"
One of the scientists pulled out a large needle filled with a swirly blue liquid. The scientist smiled and stroked my arm lovingly; "You'll be a lot cuter when you're smarter." Bile rose to my mouth. 'Kaiba… why?' The figure of my dream, the form of Kaiba, left my vision. Reaching with my left arm to his imagined body, I cried out once last time: "Kaiba!"
That's when the needle was forced into my left arm.
Pain. An indescribable pain coursed through me. But it was not from the fluid or reaction of the chemicals entering my body.
It was pain from betrayal. The need to cry came to overtake my senses, until a small flame lit inside my heart.
I gritted my teeth in defiance. I refused to scream. I refused to even whimper. I focused my energy on the rage bubbling and boiling over inside my heart. I will not absorb in self-pity again. I will fight! I will fight… I…will…fi...
I woke up later from a dreamless sleep. Rolling over onto my side, I felt an intense pain in my left shoulder. I was scared to look, but curiosity soon took over the fear. Rolling up my sleeve, a garish blue and black swirl of blood mingled underneath my skin. The hole where the needle entered my abused arm leaked puss and I heaved and threw up on the other side of the bed.
Clutching my side, I slowly rose out of my current bed and stumbled to the bathroom to begin a half-hour of continuous retching. A knock was heard at my current door and I pulled myself together and opened the door to find Kaiba, holding a tray of breakfast. Wide-eyed, I stared at him, not for the niceties of the breakfast, but for the smirk and the evil I saw behind it.
"Are you ready for the experiment?"
My blood ran cold. What? It hadn't started yet? Was that just preparation? Kaiba saw my confused look and stared at me,
"Hey, mutt. Did you hit your head or something last night?"
"No! What do you call this you asshole?" I pulled up my sleeve and shoved my left arm into his face
"I call that an arm. What of it? You really are much more dense than I thought."
I pulled my arm back and grimaced. There was nothing there. No blue and black, no puss, no pain.
Without thinking, I grabbed his collar as anger bubbled through me. "Is this some kind of joke, rich-boy?"
A grim expression took over the stoic expression of the CEO, "I don't know what games you are trying to pull, or if your meaningless nightmares have mixed into reality, but never. I repeat. Never. Touch me again. Mutt." He pulled me off and threw me to the ground as I choked due to the impact of the fall.
Throwing the tray down, spilling the contents across the floor in front of me, I rub my now bruised right arm, and cursed silently. Looking up toward the door, I realized Kaiba had left, and starting worrying.
"I just don't understand." I couldn't imagine the pain I experienced wasn't real. Something had to be up. Or maybe this is part of the experiment. Making Kaiba lie to me to test me.
Rushing to the bathroom I splashed handfuls of water on my flushed face, relishing in the frozen feeling upon my skin.
My brain was struggling to find meaning behind the madness. "Alright. Just one day at a time." Maybe that first day was simply a scare tactic.
I returned back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, repeating my mantra like a prayer.
My theory was perfect, until I looked at the clock. December 23. 9:31pm. It had been one minute since I went to bed. One. Minute.
But, I remember dreaming. I dreamt! I remember…
Fear of the unknown filled me. What is going on? Why do I feel so lost? Kaiba said breakfast. He said breakfast! I looked where the tray of food was thrown and saw. Nothing. Nothing again.
Panicking, I curled myself into a tight ball, blocking myself from the rest of the world as the fear continued to seep into every pore. Maybe the maid came to clean it up… I was in the bathroom for a little bit. But my words held little meaning when I was constantly being proven wrong. I could no longer trust myself. Shaking soon turned to crying and my body began to wear itself out as I shut my eyes.
I feel asleep, only after noticing the quiet whirr and soft beep of what sounded like a video camera.