Nickey: Hey guys, okay one, Fallen, I'm putting myself in this story :) I am -quite literally- Yami. :) I'm going to do better this chapter, and you won't have to revise as much ^w^ Just remember everyone Fallen and I do not own YGO or anything pertaining to YGO :) I have read, read, and re-read this chapter. X3
Fallen: And with me, re-re-re-rereading it, as well :'D
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~ Chapter III ~
Hell
Ten years.
Ten long, torturous years.
That's how long we'd been in here. We've lost all track of time. We didn't know what day it was, what month it was, or what year it was. The only reason I knew we'd been here for ten years was because every new year I would hear champagne bottles being popped open and people shouting 'Happy New Year!' What was so happy about it?
We've been trapped here. Every day it was the same thing. Every day we stared at those white walls. Four tall, white walls surrounded us, taunting us. Three doors on three different walls, two led out of the room, one led to a bathroom. Only one was left unlocked - the bathroom. The tall white ceiling hanging over us, tormenting and reminding us that there was no way out. The annoying clock on the far wall that ticked ominously, the ticking echoing through the room, reminding us of our impending doom. The cold tile floor was the only comfort we ever got, but that wasn't real comfort.
I was surprised I hadn't gone insane yet, though I was sure I was on the edge of insanity. They put us in black jump suits with long sleeves. The long sleeves were to hide the torture they were putting us through, just like the rest of the jumpsuit. Only there to hide the marks, the cuts, and the bruises these people had given us. I remember waking up in this hell hole. I remember it all as if it were yesterday...
"Is he awake?" an unknown voice mumbled. I didn't know who it was as my eyes were still closed.
"No sir," another voice said.
"Well, wake him up!" the first voice growled. After he said that I was violently yanked off the floor and shook. When that didn't wake me the man brought his hand down on my face.
I blinked my eyes open and the man gasped when he saw me. I didn't know why at the time, but I knew why now. My eyes hadn't returned back to their previous violet color. They remained that burning crimson red.
The first man, the one I recognized as the man that had shot my mother, snatched me away from the second man. "You think you're so smart don't you," he sneered. It wasn't a question, but I couldn't help the smart ass smile that went across my six-year-old face. I had changed, I was no longer that sweet and innocent little boy that smiled at everyone. I was now the little hellion, the one that my name screamed of me being.
The back of the man's hand met my face in a sickening SMACK! "Wipe that damn look off your face," he growled.
A chuckle escaped my lips as a smirk broke across my face "It pisses you off to know how powerful I am, doesn't it?"
He threw me against a wall that I hadn't known was behind me. His foot meeting my stomach as I landed. I groan in pain as the foot pushes me hard against the the crease between the wall and the floor. "We'll see who's laughing when I'm through with you" the man growls as he picks me up by the back of my shirt.
I don't fight back, I know it's useless. I'd been captured, and I'd be here for a while. I'd never get to see my friends or family again. I'd never get to go visit my mother's grave, not that I knew where it was. I'd never return to our - once happy - home.
I hear my brothers crying out as I'm carried away. Marik is yelling empty threats, Bakura just wants them to leave me alone. But none of that matters. The collar around my neck ensures that I never escape. I can feel the spikes touching against my skin, threatening to push inwards if the wearer ever tries to break free.
The man straps me down to the table, metal restraints holding down my limbs. A wire connects to the collar around my neck, a metal belt snapping across my waist. They cut my shirt, leaving me in my shorts as they took off my shoes and socks. A needle was pushed into my left hand, causing me to cry out in pain.
They place these white circle things on my chest saying that they're checking something called vitals. Metal clips are locked in place, up and down my arms and chest. I know not what these are used for, all I know is that they said it's for something called 'Experiment 629'. I knew already this was bad.
Another needle was sent into my leg, my attempt to move away from it was destroyed as the metal restraints held me in place. This was Experiment 352 – again, I didn't know what it was for, just that it was another experiment.
A mask was placed over my nose and mouth, a band wrapped around my head holding said mask to my face. Another white circular thing is stuck to my forehead, with two smaller ones. The man that had carried me in here smirked as I began to feel drowsy. My eyelids started to droop as a single thought popped into my head, I was not going to like how I felt when I woke up.
Boy, was I right. I hated how I felt when I got up. I hated the scientists for experimenting on me. I hated the world for not helping me. But most of all, I hated myself. I hated myself for allowing all this to happen. I hated myself for getting my brothers caught, and bringing them into this whole mess. I hated myself for allowing the scientists to lock me back up in this accursed room.
"Throw him in there with his brothers, I'm done with him. For now..." the man from earlier spat.
I let out an unconscious whimper as I hit the ground. "YAMI!" My brothers yell. I feel their hands touch my back, causing me to yelp. They pull their hands away, but they don't leave my side as the lights go out.
The room we were in, they called it Keimusho - prison. I called it Hell. Half of the room was lit up, but it sat empty. It had been empty for ten years, and I was beginning to think that it'd be that way for the rest of our lives. We were going to be alone for the rest of our lives, nothing would ever change that. Nothing.
Our half was shrouded in darkness. The only thing visible was the red glow from the lights on our collars. No lights were on because we prefer to be in the dark.
Funny phrase that is - in the dark, I mean. The whole world was in the dark, or at least all of Domino was. Everyone knew of Oscuridad's destruction, but no one knew why. My brothers and I knew. The scientists here knew. But the world didn't know. No one knew of the horrible nightmare I witnessed all those years ago, the nightmare that finally caused me to snap.
Marik sat in the corner, Bakura sat against the wall, down a little ways from where I sat with my knees drawn up. I knew this was all my fault, but my brothers would never say it. Why would they? I was a monster with crimson red eyes and I scared them. They still loved me, and they'd follow me to the depths of Hell (one that we didn't already live in, that is), but they were still afraid of me. There was only one man I'd met here that wasn't afraid of me...
"Master Pegasus." I heard a man outside the door say, "The little one, he needs a new suit. Please, allow me to measure him to make a new one."
"Aknamkanon, I do not appreciate you being kind to those three. They're here because the 'little one' as you call him destroyed Old Domino." He spat the words 'little one' as if they left a bad taste in his mouth. He hated me with every fiber of his being.
"Y-Yes sir. B-But they're just children."
"They're monsters!" He spat back "And while you're making that boy a new suit fix his damn hair. He looks like an idiot!"
A few footsteps sounded outside before the door was pushed open gently. "Yami?" A soft voice called. I looked up sadly at the greying man. He had soft grey eyes, long greying hair, and a beard that went around his jaw line with a mustache that went up under his nose and down the sides of his mouth.
He walked over and picked me up, holding me against him. I was his favorite, I was unique, and he loved me as if I were his own son.
We walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door behind us. He carried me down the hall to another room, measuring me for another suit before sitting me up on a stool. Another worker walked into the room to take the measurements for my suit. Aknamkanon looked at me after the man had left. He sighed as he looked at me, a sad, distant look in his eyes. "I'm sorry Yami. I have to follow orders though."
"It's okay," I whisper back. My voice hadn't returned to me yet since the painful screams from the hellish torture I had suffered earlier. "It's not as though this is the only change I will go through in this place."
"Yami. I want you to promise me something." I look up at him tilting my head curiously as he continues. "I'm sure I'll be fired soon. They don't like that I'm nice to you boys, especially you. Promise me you'll be a good boy, Yami." A gasp escapes my lips as my eyes widen. "Promise me that you'll listen and do as they ask. They won't hurt you as bad as long as you give them what they want, and do as they ask." He looks back up at me, tears running down his cheeks "Promise me that, Yami."
A tear runs down my right cheek, dripping down onto the stool I sat on as I wrap my arms around his neck. "I promise... I promise, Papa" I say quietly as I nuzzle into his neck.
He picks me up, holding me close because he knew what my future held. He knew of the torture that I would go through, that I was going through. He sat me back down on the stool, beginning my 'make over', twirling me on the chair so he could cut my hair. He clipped my hair and flattened it down so it looked (somewhat) normal. He combed and gelled it back so I didn't look like a girl, shortening my bangs so they flipped out over my forehead, spiking out a little ways.
Instead of spiking up like it used to, my hair hung just above my shoulders, the crimson tips visible just below my ears. My blonde bangs didn't go much further than my forehead, the few streaks that went back into my hair were also combed back with the rest of my hair, longer than the rest of my bangs.
He held my face with both hands once he was done, tilting my head to look at him. "You look very handsome now, Yami." A sad smile crosses his face. "You're a brave boy. Remain couragous Yami. Be strong, and don't lose yourself. You're going to be okay." Tears rolled down his cheeks once again. He knew it was a lie, but he wanted to make me feel better.
A sad smile crosses my face at the compliment. "Thanks," I whisper.
The worker from earlier brings in a new suit with my current measurements. Aknamkanon thanks him and the man exits the room once again. He walks over to me and helps me into my suit. "I'm sorry this happened to you Yami."
"I'll be okay," I murmur, "I'm a big boy."
He nods in understanding before taking my hand and leading me back to my brothers.
Aknamkanon was fired at the end of the week, that was nine years ago. No one had bothered with us since. We were only retrieved when we were wanted for experiments or when we needed new suits. New experiments were administered every day. We were so sore, we weren't able to do much. That's why we sat here. In the dark. Away from one another, because we learned the hard way what happened when we tried to defend each other from those men.
"Give me back my brother!" Marik yelled, grasping onto Bakura's hand as the men tried to drag him away.
A kick to the face sent Marik flying across the room. A growl escaped my mouth as a snarl crept it's way to my face. I ran forward, hell bent on getting my brother away from that man. As I ran forward a fist met my face, causing me to skid across the ground and land next to Marik, both of us groaning in pain.
They got out of the room before Marik and I were able to recover. We had no choice but to sit in that room and listen to our brother's tortured screams from the other room. Tears ran down my face as I huddled into the corner, plugging my ears and attempting any way I could to get away from that awful noise.
I felt arms wrap around me. It wasn't until I was pulled into a warm embrace that I realized it was Marik. Looking up at my brother I only saw love, he wasn't afraid of me right then, he was afraid for me. He held me in his arms as we both waited for our brother to return. I ended up falling asleep in Marik's arms, so I don't know when Bakura returned, but I was glad to have him back.
We were animals in a cage. We would always be in this cage. I'd cry but, since that day, I've lost all sense of emotion. It's like I'm dead on the inside. I feel like my very heart is missing. Depression. That's what the scientists described my 'condition' as. It wasn't a 'condition', it was just... I didn't see the point of living when you were either in pain, or being left in a room to rot your whole life. My brothers, the only friends I had in here, they were afraid of me. My friends on the outside? Who knows what happened to them. Maybe Oscuridad killed them in his rampage.
I knew, somewhere, our friends had to be alive. Oscuridad had no reason to kill them. Not that he had a reason to kill anyone else, but our friends weren't meant to be part of that group.
The woman that was in charge of feeding us walked in, bringing in our dinner. Her short brown hair went to her chin, and her bright blue eyes always twinkled with happiness as she walked in. They all entered from the Hikari side of the room. No one dared to enter on our side unless the lights were turned on.
She sat our trays down at the edge of the Yami side of the room. Smiling, she turned and walked away. Marik and Bakura crawled over and began eating their dinner. Food always came first, those two would never change. I love my brothers though, they're all I have left now.
I continue staring distantly at my hands that are resting between my knees. I've heard all the rumors going around here. "He's given up" and "He hasn't eaten for days" or "He's out to kill himself." Who wouldn't want to die if they were in my position? I'd never be able to live a normal life again. I'd be alone, forever.
A sigh escapes my lips as a tingling feeling runs through my chest. I know that Oscuridad is attempting to comfort me, but he can't reach me. I haven't been able to talk to Oscuridad since that day. I now know what a Ka is, and I know now why my heart was dark. My heart had literally shattered, and it would take my 'Kindred' to repair it. My soulmate. I didn't know where my Kindred was, and it's not like I was ever going to find them. I wasn't allowed to leave, I had to stay here.
Marik and Bakura finish their dinner and move back over to their spots on the wall. The woman comes back to pick up the trays. "Yami, you should eat," she says quietly, concernedly.
I say nothing, and just simply turn my head away from her. Pretend like they care all they want, I know the truth about this place. I've been here long enough to know it. Their kind smiling faces aren't fooling me. Anyone who believed those faces were fools.
I draw my knees closer and lay my head on them, intending on getting some sleep. Sadly, that's not what the facility members had in mind. I let out a grunt as I'm yanked to my feet. Cuffs are placed on my wrists for safe measures. Even though the collar drains all energy and any connections to Oscuridad, they weren't taking any chances on me this time.
Nickey: I feel like I did a better job on this one Fallen :) I don't think you'll have to revise it as much ^^ Though re-ordering the paragraphs a little will probably happen :P Sorry about that. But, it seemed okay. I pictured myself there, and I think I did an okay job :) Until next time guys *waves* Goodbye! ^^
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