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Observation #13; Part 3
"Since I was young
I've tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet sugar gun
Does not protect me"
The doctor scowled, left alone in the dark only memories able to enter his tired, abused head.
The masked figures, in labcoats much like his own. roding him. "Why is his madness hightening so quickly?" one asked the other. "Can't we just dissect his brain, see whats happening?" another asked. Stein looked on, shivering in fear, the doctors they had come back from his childhood.... but why now?
The meister couldn't understand. He looked up as one of the doctors held a knife at him, "what did I do wrong?" he managed to ask. "You know what you did. Now shut up." was his only reply. "Bbut I do not kno--" his eyes widened, as the other man lashed out at him, carving a clean gash in his cheek. "That'll shut him up..."
How long had he been there? Obviously not long... but there was no hope for escape. 'You know what you did...' "No.... No I don't know... I don't know!" Franken Stein muttered, looking at the medical suplies. A tube attached to his arm. He knew that if he pulled it out, he would only be knocked out again. This he knew from experience. What did they want with him?
Experimentation and observation...
the words struck him like lightening. His olive eyes widening, he didn't know what to say.... it was obvious. These doctors were intrigued with his mind, they were forcing him into insanity. Be it forcefully of by acident.
Well it was working, he was horribly mad, his insanity taking full control. Stein couldn't rememebr anything. He almost forgot himself. Forgot about Marie, Azusa, and his Senpai. "I d-don't want to forget... I do not wish to. Make it stop...." he whispered, clutching the sides of his head, hiding in the corner of the small cell. He wanted to disapear into the darkness... away from prying eyes. Dissections, Needles, Scalpels. He hated beong on this end, this end of the tests.
"GO AWAY!" he screamed at one of the doctors who tried to stalk near him, holding his hands infront of his face, tring to hide from the doctor and his weapon. Not a weapon, just a scalpel. "Leave me alone! I do not want to forget! Leave me alone!" he screamed again. obviously this was just none-sense to thoose other than Stein. The doctor was frustrated.... and lashed out at Stein, striking him across the palms of his hand. Making the boy scream in pain. Shivering and whimpering he retreated back to his corner, nursing his wounds, laughing at the sight of blood.
"Oi! Oi! Stein! Wake up!" Who was that? Was that... Spirit? What was he doing here.... what happened to him? Why was he here?
"Stein! Wake up. It's just a nightmare." said the weapon... but it wasn't a nightmare. It was memories. The meister sat up, shaking in fear. The weapon looked at Stein, he'd never seen the meister this afraid.... and he dared to whisper.
"What happened to you Stein?"
 Insanity is Contagious · Wed Dec 30, 2009 @ 10:36pm · 1 Comments |
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