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Ash woke up tired and hungry hands clutching at his stomach starving, bleeding, hopeless it was cold in the room they trapped him in its damp and delapidated state did nothing to ease off his nerves days seemingly bled into eachother smearing any comprehendible sense of passing time. Ash felt like hed been here forever where was everyone? had they even noticed his disappearence?
Footsteps resounded far off in the distance he steels himself to face the very person he wants to wring the life out of with his bare hands the same tormentor that left him feeling like he was 5 again small body curled up on the same dirtied floor metallic smell drowning his senses.
"Ashswag we will be moving you to a seperate unit for further exampination" the voice asserted from somewhere outside his holding cell.
This likely had something to do with the increasing amount of glitches stretching across his vision the purple black specs had become more violent and unstable as of recent.
It wasnt long till he heard the metallic click of the door being opened and cucuruchos cold and slender hand gripping onto his wrist two guards had immediately flanked him 'what was he going to do run' he scoffs at the thought he didnt even know where he was being kept and even if he did manage to escape it wasnt unlike cucurucho to have implanted any sort of tracking device inside of him so he could be dragged back to this horrid place.
His eyes if you could even call them that scan the walls of familiar white corridors he wouldnt fight back not now not with his own blood still seeping out fresh onto his clothing the dread he feels weighs heavy in his chest if they took him back to the room with crying obsidian he wasnt sure how long he could last.
Almost immediately he straightens up cucurucho had pulled him somewhere different, somewhere new perhaps a sort of extension to the facility the place carried the type of stench that didnt reek of years of malpractice only sharp disenfectant the walls seemed cleaner too unused, unmuddied he certainly hadnt been here before he began frantically scanning the room when a glint of pink caught his eye a little too familiar, a little to recognisable they had passed a semi transparent sort of containment chamber Immediately he strains to see a body he couldnt quite fully make out sprawled across the floor littered in bruises and some weird pink substance?? Perhaps what was most uncomfortable though was the sight of limbs, mangled limbs bent so far out of place ash wanted to be sick he strains against the hold cucurucho has on him feet scraping against the tiled floor he wanted to see, morbid curiosity had won over could this be him someday? no, no they needed him alive.. the bears grip felt strangely loose as he tugged himself free catching himself from almost falling he quickly stumbles to the glass before pausing
....the face...
It cant be what the fuck was KATIE doing here ?!?!?
It was only then he had realised how pale she was disheveled and completely unmoving was she dead? ..no no no no nonononono not katie not his sister he slams to his kness crumpling to the floor trembling hands still hapzazardly pressed into the glass as if reaching out to her was something he could still do katie.. WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY DO TO HER!! SHE WAS GONE!! DEAD! No NO this had to be some sort of hoax, a fake, a- a clone maybe anything, anything but her.
His face was wet glitches beginning to spasm uncontrollably and when did it start feeling like he couldnt breathe
"Ah" cucuruchos cold robotic voice had reached him yet again "your sister saucebxss yes she had to be handled federation buisiness no matter" his voice carried a degree of uncaring malice that felt cutting against the silent drawl of the facility.
Ashs blurred gaze shifts back over to his sister only now catching the embedded metal looking device carved into her eyesocket a red unblinking light pointed directly to the cieling from the centre. WHAT THE FUCK HAD THEY DONE TO HER?
He felt white hot rage climb up the cavern of his throat until it felt almost impossible to stand still they had put hands on his. fucking. sister. His fists balled themselves a grimace plastered onto his once sullen face and before he knew it he had stepped forward lurching toward the ungodly white beast stood firmly on the white tile infront of him. His head was pounding now, a dull ache turned ravenous. His fist barely meets the soft white of cucuruchos stomach before hes grasped by the collar and carelessly thrown to the ground wincing.
He makes to stand up again gaze locked onto beady callous eyes seemingly ripping into his soul. His hand desperately moves to strike before violently being knocked back by the fist of a worker.
The room tilts.
He can sense the the fibres of himself spasming now uncontrolled, unbound a deep resounding ache blossoms on the right side of his face turning more painful by the second he can feel himself slipping chest heaving deep, shaking breaths.
Cucurucho had subtely turned to one of the workers no words exchanged only a curt nod as if something had been decided. It was then that ash saw the glint of a syringe being lifted from the workers pocket sharp and full with some sort of vibrantly coloured substance.
Immediately he staggered back slamming violently against the glass of yet another containment chamber his heart beating out of his ribs in startlingly quick rythm he didnt dare look back. The sound of a singular boot clacking onto metal shot through him like a bullet 'fuck' in a split second he had gathered himself upright and bolted as quick as he could past the door carelessly stumbling through any equipment in his pathway his still broken leg sending jolts of pain with each erratic step he threw onto the now clattered ground he knew he wouldnt get far not like this they were closing in he could feel it. Distant shouts were getting louder "return to cucurucho immediately and you will not be hurt" lies all lies. he kept running jaw clenching and eyes beginning to sting.
He felt the pinch of something foreign piercing the soft skin of his neck and once again finds himself toppling helplessly to the floor now sprawled across the corridoor completely unmoving he wondered if he looked much like katie like this.. katie... his vision swam until the blackness had fully engulfed his sight the last image to grace his mind was that of a ginger girl full clad in a pink suit smiling warmly and very much alive.