"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies."
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Keep moving. Keep moving. They can't stop if you never stop moving.
One was talking to himself as he ran, still in full sprint, fueled by the adrenaline of the task at hand. He turned corners he didn't recognize, ran through rooms he'd never seen before. As his naked and bloody body was flying down the hallways, the cameras were turning to follow him. In the facility security control room, many levers were being flipped and many codes being entered, causing doors to lock and hallways to shut off at one end, directing the angel boy's path right where they wanted him: Test Chamber 1.
After several minutes of sprinting, the boy reached a set of double doors with blinding bright light shining through.
I made it! He thought, pushing the doors open.
I made it out-- His thoughts were interrupted as four darts entered his body. One in the neck, two in the legs, one in the chest. Soon overtaken with numbness, One fell to the ground, crumbled over in the fetal position. Seconds later he blacked out.
When he awoke, he was tied to a table, backwards, in the center of a large circular room. His eyes glazed over, about all they could do from the drugs, as he tried to look around. He was circled by guards, all readying to fire upon him, given the command. He couldn't see any lab coats or researchers, but he could hear one. Just to the other side of him.
"Finally awake, yes? Good, we're just about to begin. I was hoping you wouldn't miss all the fun." A deep male voice chuckled after it spoke, before whispering something to someone beside him. One couldn't see back there, and the confusion began to set in. He heard a click, and a loud buzzing sound, sot of a grinding. Then the pain set in. They hadn't muzzled him this time, and his angelic cries for help and sheer screams of pain echoed through the facility, at least a few floors up. A large band saw was being used to sever the boy's wings from his body in the bloodiest way possible, and being dull made the pain that much worse.
It was spraying blood almost everywhere, tearing through bone and feather to reach its goal. The anklet had been removed, so ever so slowly he was healing, only to have the saw slice through the freshly healed wound. Gnarly crackling and splintering sounds filled the room, adding to the horrifying yelps and gasps One was making. After an intense thirty minutes session, One felt a large amount of weight fall from his back.
"Ah," the male voice spoke again. "One to go, dear boy, and you may return to your cage."
Then the noise picked back up, and all at the same time, so did the screaming.