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Hisoka
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The ever lasting hours, the ever dragging on minutes, and the unbearable seconds. The sounds of his companions breathing, the scent of their bodies in the enclosed space of the van. The subtle sounds of heart beats and blood flowing. It was a cacophony that Satoshi had not the faintest idea on how they withstood it. The gentle roar of an engine was as the tick tock of a clock of doom.
The twenty three year old knew himself a dying man. And even if he wasn't the research subject knew that dark half would have him someday. The drugs were becoming less and less effective with each dose. To make matters worse the dosage was ever creeping towards lethal levels. Satoshi would swear that he heard that laughter each time the dosage had to be upped.
Looking around at their sickened and worn faces he envied each and every single one of them. Let them moan and bitch about throwing up because a little exertion was thrown their way. At least they were their own person. All they had to fear was death, a fate he'd gladly embrace. But their fate was not his own.
No, that ever increasing rage as time rolled by singled a different fate. The demon wanted to kill every single one of them. Instead he was dressing the self inflicted wound his left hand bore. Cleaning it out and removing the torn skin he managed a one handed stich that'd put a surgeon to shame. He did this himself because no one else offered to. Not that he would have accepted their help if they did. He did not care for physical contact, he felt it an unnecessary risk.
" The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing that we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence, remembering heaven. That is the essence of hell." He spoke softly to himself in.
The words spoken by Sarah, the researcher in charge of him. The blonde hair and green eyed woman who was the only person who could see past the monster he had become. She who would let him rant and rave and never once judge. Not like the others who judged and try to correct his behavior, often resorting to methods cruel and unusual to do so. Not like the others who acted as if he was invisible twenty four/seven.
" Not like you lot." Satoshi added with a final tug on the needle before putting away his medical supplies.
By the time he had finished that the van had stopped. The others piled out and the twenty three old exited after them. The ruined facade of a gas station greeted his eyes. The others talked about subjects that held no interest for him. He had not been addressed after all. Though the others had decided to raid the place he felt no need to. Sarah had seen to it two months worth of MREs had been added to his pack. While not exactly the most elegant cuisine out there it was so far keeping him alive and well. Sarah always looking out for him.
Of course the tranquil surroundings did not stay thay way long. Satoshi about to go restock his water supply was greeted by one of the locals. No twisted experiment gone wrong but a fairly functional human being. Though one evidently not aware that surprising a group of people out here was a bad idea.
The twenty three year old knew himself a dying man. And even if he wasn't the research subject knew that dark half would have him someday. The drugs were becoming less and less effective with each dose. To make matters worse the dosage was ever creeping towards lethal levels. Satoshi would swear that he heard that laughter each time the dosage had to be upped.
Looking around at their sickened and worn faces he envied each and every single one of them. Let them moan and bitch about throwing up because a little exertion was thrown their way. At least they were their own person. All they had to fear was death, a fate he'd gladly embrace. But their fate was not his own.
No, that ever increasing rage as time rolled by singled a different fate. The demon wanted to kill every single one of them. Instead he was dressing the self inflicted wound his left hand bore. Cleaning it out and removing the torn skin he managed a one handed stich that'd put a surgeon to shame. He did this himself because no one else offered to. Not that he would have accepted their help if they did. He did not care for physical contact, he felt it an unnecessary risk.
" The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing that we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence, remembering heaven. That is the essence of hell." He spoke softly to himself in.
The words spoken by Sarah, the researcher in charge of him. The blonde hair and green eyed woman who was the only person who could see past the monster he had become. She who would let him rant and rave and never once judge. Not like the others who judged and try to correct his behavior, often resorting to methods cruel and unusual to do so. Not like the others who acted as if he was invisible twenty four/seven.
" Not like you lot." Satoshi added with a final tug on the needle before putting away his medical supplies.
By the time he had finished that the van had stopped. The others piled out and the twenty three old exited after them. The ruined facade of a gas station greeted his eyes. The others talked about subjects that held no interest for him. He had not been addressed after all. Though the others had decided to raid the place he felt no need to. Sarah had seen to it two months worth of MREs had been added to his pack. While not exactly the most elegant cuisine out there it was so far keeping him alive and well. Sarah always looking out for him.
Of course the tranquil surroundings did not stay thay way long. Satoshi about to go restock his water supply was greeted by one of the locals. No twisted experiment gone wrong but a fairly functional human being. Though one evidently not aware that surprising a group of people out here was a bad idea.
