Chapter Two:
It felt like days until the big door was opened again. Blue had already managed to take the tape off his eyes and were trying to get the thick plastic off his hands with his teeth. It didn't work, no matter how hard he pulled and bit at it.
When the door finally opened, Blue sat up, glaring as the woman and several other men walked in. "Smells like shit in here," one of them grumbled.
"Because it is," the woman said, her tone clipped and annoyed. She looked at all of the children, her eyes landing on Blue's. "Oh. This one managed to get the tape off," She mused. She walked over, dragging him up by his arms and inspecting him.
Blue glared, and squirmed, but her grip was tight. Her nails dug into his dark sink, and Blue winced. "Fiesty, too. I'm taking this one."
"He'll just be more work," the man to the side rolled his eyes, looking over a girl on her back, turning her over with his shoe. The girl let out a small cry, terrified.
The woman turned to him, smirking. "I'm up for a challenge."
"Don't bother," another said, picking up a boy, dangling him by the leg. The boy wailed, his face turning a tint of red. "He's not worth the work. Probably just die in a day or two."
The woman sent an annoyed glare his way as the man finally dropped the boy. He landed on his head with a crack. The boy twitched, and stopped moving.
Blue's eyes widened and the woman dragged him out and dropping him in a crate, along with two other children. "My employers like them struggling," She admitted, and walked away. "I'll be back later, don't send them off just yet."
Blue tried to stand, and see over the edge, but every attempt he made, he fell on his but. Finally, the woman stopped, pulling the three children into another small, dark room. She pushed the crate over, and the three children tumbled out. Blue fell on his back, scooting away as the other two children fell beside him.
"You're up first," she said to Blue, grabbing Blue by the shoulder and leading him away from the other two. She closed the door, dropping a heavy looking lock on it.
She dragged Blue into a bright room, where a small group of adults stood. Blue looked over at them. His eyed wide, and he began to plead, asking them for help. They could hardly understand him with his covered mouths, and Blue didn't blame them, he could hardly understand himself. They were all turned away, talking to one another and asking questions.
The woman lifted him to a metal table, a thin sheet of paper covering it. She pulled a knife out of a pocket and Blue screamed, squirming away. The woman was unconcerned, taking his arms and cutting through the thick plastic. Then, she tied his hands down on the sides.
"Ah, don't damage him too much," one of the adults said, stepping over. A young won an trailed behind him, holding a clipboard. He stepped over and looked at Blue critically. "We have a buyer willing to pay a quarter mil., if this experiment goes according to plan." Blue looked at him, confused. The man pulled out a small flashlight, and shined it in Blue's eyes. Blue squinted, trying to close his eyes, but the man forced them opened.
He turned to a younger woman and told her something Blue didn't quite understand, and she nodded, writing quickly. The woman who brought him in was tying his ankles down.
"Get the preparations ready. We only have a five minute window between Stages 1 and 2," He said, and the other adults nodded, pulling on light blue gloves.
The man turned to the woman who was standing in the corner, watching curiously. "You're dismissed, Ms. Rain."
The woman's eyes narrowed, but she gave a curt nod and turned to walk away.
Someone grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut his shirt and other clothes off of him. Blue squirmed, twisting and turn in on the table, trying to move away. Someone else pulled the scraps of clothes off, leaving him bare for just his underwear.
"Are we administering anaesthesia?" A man asked.
"Not this time. In the last trials, were under anaesthesia they failed."
"And, we're low on that stock," the woman with the clipboard said. "It won't be for another three weeks until we get more."
When they finished, the man turned his back on Blue while someone else began to wipe underneath of his chin. He smelt the alcoholic wipe immediately - his Ma used it on him when he cut up his knee after he tripped on concrete.
"This'll make it all better, baby. Don't cry, lemme see those beautiful eyes."
Blue sniffed, the tears running down the side of his face. "Ready," the man said, turning around. Blue stared in absolute horror as he held out a nearly two inch long syringe. Inside of the glass cylinder was a thickly black substance Blue couldn't possibly know.
He remembered having to go to the doctor to get his shots for school - he was staring kindergarten in a month, but he already knew how to read - his mother made sure of it. When Mrs. Justine wasn't sleeping and Blue wasn't cleaning her yard, she would read him the Bible front and back.
Blue didn't quite like it, but he loved the words that grew from it - the long words he didn't know how to say, the short ones he didn't know what meant. Whenever Blue got confused, she gave him a dictionary and said, "Learn it."
Blue struggled, twisting his head this say and that. This was nothing like the shot he got with his Ma. The doctor had been soft smiles and reassurances and 'it'll feel like a pinch'.
Now, nobody was saying anything. He felt like all the sound had been dragged out of his ears. He fought in a blind panic, all terror and frantic movements.
Someone held his head and shoulder still as the man pushed the needle into his skin. Blue hissed, feeling it break skin. Blue let out a sudden scream, momentarily shocking the man holding his head straight. The needle twisted as the contents were injected into his skin, going to wrong direction.
"Shit!" He swore, as Blue let out angry growls, unable to speak.
"He moved his head!" The man defended, as the man moved, his eyes widening.
Blue felt something begin to feel as if it were weighing his head down. He groaned, his eyes beginning to involuntarily water. "You have to inject the rest!" Someone was saying, "Leaving him in a halfway state will be a waste!"
Blue shook his head, just as he felt a burning pain behind his eyes. He screamed squeezing them shut. The adults began to argue again, yelling at one another, swearing and upset.
Blue felt another sharp prick and let out a gasp. His head pounded and his eyes burned. It hurt to blink, it hurt to move his face!
Blue wailed, gasping loudly, it hurt. It hurt so bad! Blue screamed for help, he screamed for safety, but none of adults moved to comfort him. The simply observed and took notes.
Blue felt another round of pain. He slammed his head back, his body arching and toes curling. The scream he tried to release died pitifully in his throat.
They watched was Blue strained to be held down, he shook, trying to pull away from the restraints on his arms. His jaw trembled and his body strained.
Blue wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to go to sleep and let it be over. He wanted to go home and see his ma embrace him tivht and call him her 'baby Blue' again. He wanted to see his ma, he wanted to heard her talk and hold her close.
Blue felt more pain, behind his temples and let out an anguished cry, for help, for release. Why were they doing this? What did Blue do to make them hurt him?
And why Blue, of all the children in the world, why him?
"Going into shock. We need to-!"
"Wait," the man said, moving closer to watch Blue's sweating, struggling body. "Don't touch him, not yet."
"Sir, he'll-!"
"That's an order, Jones," the man snapped and Blue inhaled, his eyes rolling aimlessly behind his eyelids.
The pain was evening slight, seeming to hurt all over his body instead of just in his head. Blue breathed, a slight relief.
"Give him another dosage," The man said and shouts sounded all around him.
Blue hardly listened to their bickering. The world had begun to fade gently. He began to feel semblance of peace. His breathing evened as he embraced it, ready to let go. Ready to be free.
He felt a other prick in his neck. All at once, he was dragged back.
Unlike the first two times, the pain in this one was near immediate. As soon as the contents were empty, Blue inhaled sharply. He screamed, sitting up. His arms tore through the restraints as if they were paper. The adults jumped back, shocked. All except one.
Blue held unto the sides of his head, trying to breathe correctly. "There we go..." The man beside him whispered gently. He took Blue's hands and pulled the boy close. Blue sat frozen in the unexpected hug. "We're going to make you the greatest thing this country has ever seen." The man began to pet Blue's head affectionately, like a child would a dog.
"Sir-" someone spoke up, but suddenly stopped talking.
The man gripped his shoulders tight and Blue made a noise of pain. "You will follow every order given to you. You will do exactly as I, or anyone who owns you, says. Is that clear?"
Blue shook his head, he was so confused. He didn't know what this man was talking about. "Wh-What?" His voice was small and squeaky. "I don't understand."
The man sighed, picking up something off of a silver-grey tray. Blue didn't even get the chance to look at it before he stabbed it into his exposed thigh.
Blue screamed, falling over on the table, his hands holding his leg as tears grew in his eyes. The man leaned over Blue, yanking his hands away and pulling them over his head. "First order of buisness. No questions."
"But-!"
The man pushed the knife in his thigh further. Blue screamed in pain, his legs kicking and heart pounding. "Do I make myself clear?"
Blue slowly nodded. The man smiled and yanked the knife out. Blue gasped as blood spurted from the wound. "Look at me," the man ordered and Blue slowly turned his head from his injured thigh to the man. "Questions are for people. You are no longer a person."
"I-" The knife was in his hand now. He pierced right through it, scrapping the metal table under him. Blue tried to scream, but the man covered his mouth with his blue, plastic hands.
"You are no longer a person," the man insisted, twisting the knife slowly. "From now on, you are mine." Blue felt big tears running down his cheeks. "You will not question me," he pushed the knife deeper. "You will not hurt anyone unless I say so," Blue let out a gasp, his body shaking with the unreleased sobs. "And, you will do exactly as I say, when I say it. Is that clear?"
"Yes!" Blue gasped. "Yes! Please!" He wanted the knife out. He wanted to go home.
"'Yes, Master'," He corrected.
Blue nodded, "Ye-Yes, Master!" The man smiled, and took the knife out. Blue sat up and sobbed. Holding his injured hand close.
"Bandage him up," the man ordered and people scrambled. Blue was held down as men and women dabbed at his thighs and hands. "I want close observations 24/7 until it's time for shipment. We may have to make adjustments."
"Let go!" Blue snapped a them as someone took a needle out, and someone else carefully held him down. Blue screamed as the woman gently sewed stitches in his thigh.
Blue struggled, kicking a man in the gut, slammimg his head on the table and trying to bite another woman. He was breathing quickly, and nothing was settling him.
The man, his self-proclaimed Master, watched him from afar. Blue swallowed, blinking hard. He didn't want anymore knives in his legs and hands. He didn't want anyone injections in his head.
Blue just wanted to be left alone and to go back home - in no particular order.
Unfortunately, neither of those things were going to happen.
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I forgot to put this in the last chapter, so I'm saying it now. For the 'line breaks/time skips' in this story, I've been finding different ways to say the word 'Blue' in different languages.
I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I love languages - especially now words are said and expressed differently. I'm also aware that some people might feel uncomfortable with having it in my story like this. So, if I get any complaints, and I really mean any, I'll change it to this:
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Tell me what you guys want in the comments. I really don't want to offend anyone by something like this, so if it upsets you, please tell me!
Sorry for such a serious note guys, but I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll see y'all next Monday, and remember...
Don't melt~!
- Happyritas OOO