Days Without Sun
Chapter Twelve: Fault
Korovin was frozen in surprise at the sight that met him when the door opened just as he attempted to enter his laboratory entrance himself.
Seeing their tormentor standing there stunned, Misaki and Jadir were paralyzed with terror. Misaki felt what little was in his bladder suddenly release. After an endless instant, the two youths made a frantic leap for the door, trying to push their way out past their captor.
Korovin made a grab for the boys and the three males grappled. Somehow Jadir managed to slip out of the Doc's grasp and bolt out the door. Misaki glimpsed Jadir beneath Korovin's flailing arms as the scarred teen looked back once, before he turned and in a shambling gait tore out across the grounds.
"God damn it!" Korovin snarled. He grabbed Misaki by the front of the thin shirt he was wearing.
Misaki knew in his weakened state there was no hope for him now, but even so he refused to give up and kept struggling, if only so that it would give Jadir more time to get away. Misaki was shocked when he felt Korovin lift him up by the shirt he was wearing and suddenly shove him backwards.
There was a momentary surreal sensation of flying as the ground fell away beneath the Misaki. Then he heard the resounding sickening crack as his body came down on the stairs beneath him. The sound of his breaking bones was followed by the bellow of his captor as Korovin turned and flew back out the door shrieking "JADIR!"
Misaki lost consciousness before he truly felt the pain from his snapped bones as his battered frame continued to tumble down the staircase, coming to rest at last in a broken heap at their base.
Misaki's eyes opened slowly. He gasped as he emerged from the depths of unconsciousness into the open air of his pain. Despite his best efforts to hold back, he began to sob almost immediately.
So close.
Misaki was in despair. His body was in anguish too, however, as well as his mind.
As he returned to his senses, it only took Misaki a few moments of helpless struggle to realize that he was strapped down tightly to a metal table in one of Korovin's "experimental" suites.
Misaki felt the cold stainless steel under him. He realized he was naked again and also that suddenly he could even feel the hard metal quite clearly under the back of his head and the cool air of the room all around it as well. But this sensation held his attention for the, merest moments as he was quickly overwhelmed with much more powerful sensations.
Every muscle of his body seemed strained. One of his sides hurt terribly and drawing a breath was incredibly painful. His neck was so stiff he could barely move it, and his lower legs and ankles were filled with unbearable sharp aches that throbbed all the way up into his knees.
Misaki flinched sharply when he felt the sickly warmth of an all too familiar hand on the top of what he now realized was his newly-shaved head and the pain of this movement brought on new sobs. He closed his eyes but his tied hands couldn't cover his ears to block out the despised voice of his captor.
"Well, well, Takahashi, it seems you are full of surprises. To be honest, I didn't think you or Jadir had it in you. But then that's a lesson learned for me, I suppose," Korovin sighed wearily.
Misaki felt the hand on his head turn it cruelly. His lost voice resurfaced as a hoarse scream tore through his throat at the pain of this movement.
"Open your eyes and see what you've done, Takahashi," his captor demanded.
Misaki was overwhelmed with fear. When the youth's eyes stayed tightly shut and didn't open immediately, it set the already furious Korovin into a greater rage.
"I said look, you stupid bitch boy!" Korovin screamed so close to Misaki's face he smelled the man's peppermint scented breath. He felt the heat of the man's scream on the side of his face, hot spittle anointed his cheeks.
Misaki opened his tear-blurred eyes slowly.
He saw another tabled not six feet away from him, just like the one he was strapped to but it was empty.
Well, that was not entirely true. The whole surface of the table was stained a deep crimson, a wide thick pool of blood was coagulating in the center of the table. Misaki shifted his eyes down away from the horror only to discover more when he saw the bloody tracks on the floor where a body had obviously been drug. They went from the door to the table. Beneath the steel slab were smaller pools and more splatters.
Misaki's eyes closed as a single word filled his mind:
Jadir.
His eye shot open quickly again however, when Misaki felt hard nails dig into his scalp. "Did I fucking say you could close your eyes Takahashi?" Korovin shrieked.
"Look at that, absorb it, and see what you have done, you stupid cunt!" the man raged. "Did you think I was lying when I said you couldn't escape? If you were any kind of friend at all you would have tried to keep him here where he was safe not let him get away to be mauled to death by the guard dogs on my grounds!"
Misaki cringed away as much as he could from the man's accusations. "This is all your fucking fault, Takahashi!" Korovin screamed. "I would have given him such a beautiful death. I would have made him an angel, not left him a bleeding heap of garbage and guts, you little prick!"
As soon as he'd finished saying this, like a car shifting gears, Korovin immediately seemed to grow deadly calm. The man let go of Misaki's now bleeding forehead and walked down to his captive's feet.
Misaki's terrified eyes stayed open, watching the madman through his tears.
Korovin reached down and grabbed one of Misaki's ankles and squeezed.
Misaki's screams echoed off the walls of the room. He shot upwards at the pain, the leather straps holding him bit hard into his already abraded skin.
Once Korovin released the ankle and Misaki's shrieks subsided into harsh rasping gasps, the sadist walked around the table back towards his prisoner's face. "You broke one of your ankles when you fell down the stairs. I drugged you while you were out so I would have time to deal with Jadir.
"I was kind enough to break the other ankle while you were still unconscious.
"You should thank me for that kindness, Takahashi."
Knowing this game all too well Misaki tried to immediately breathe out a "thank you" though there was no real sound to his words. Still his effort seemed to satisfy the Doc for the moment.
Korovin chuckled. "I shaved your head too while you were out. Thought you could use a new look Taka-chan."
Then sadist reached out and stroked the trembling youth's tear-stained cheek gently. "Understand, Takahashi, there is no way you're ever walking out of here."
"Understand?" Korovin said softly.
Misaki tried to nod but the pain in his neck was excruciating.
A hard slap filled the air of the room with a loud crack! and Misaki's head was snapped violently to the side.
"UNDERSTAND!" Korovin bellowed his face lowered to a mere inch away from Misaki's.
Misaki nodded again through his pain more plainly this time.
"Good," Korovin purred. He ran a calloused hand down Misaki emaciated torso. Once smooth, its pale surface was now littered with dozens of scars. "Now for your punishment."
Misaki's eyes widened. He should have realized after what he'd done, trying to escape and helping Jadir, that the damage done to him by the stairs and his ankle wouldn't be enough to satisfy Korovin.
The Doc picked up a tiny scalpel and brought to just under one of Misaki's nipples. He made a small cut and then he looked up and grinned at the battered boy gasping beneath him. "What's say I write a hundred times, I will not be selfish and cause trouble," Korovin said coolly, "would that help you remember Taka-chan? Or maybe a simple I killed Jadir would be better?"
Korovin leered and an evil grin filled his face. "I have a great idea Taka-chan, since we seem to have found your scream again, how about I do both? And if I run out of surface here…" the madman, nodded down at Misaki's torso; the hand not holding the scalpel drifted up and softly stroked Misaki's newly shaved head.
Going through this as I repost, I am appalled at how dark this story is. All I can say is I am in a very different place now than when I first posted this fic. I don't know that I could ever write this now.
Glad I'll be picking it up well past this point.
Thank you for hanging in here with me!