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It had been quite some time since Mitsu had last seen Candace and she was oddly disturbed by the absence. Was she truly alone now? Left to be forgotten in this bright blindingly white place? An odd sort of comfort had developed with the Hunter there, perhaps it was just a means of routine. Something familiar but it meant she was never completely alone. Now.... now it had been days and Mitsu couldn't rightly tell how many had passed. Time had lost its meaning, her fingers ticking away like she had tried to keep track but after counting for so long the numbers began to bleed together.

It was when the muffled noises had entered the room next to hers that Mitsu's ears perked, a small relief filling her beyond all the panic. But, it hadn't been her. It hadn't been Candace. Instead it was two strangers talking and muttering to each other until all Mitsu could hear was the hiss of something above her. She stood then looking to the techs on the other side of the glass.

"What's going on? Where is Candace?" She looked up toward the source of the noise, her heart thundering in her chest. What was happening?

Her eyes turned back toward the techs and she noticed how her vision had oddly slowed, her body wavering feeling suddenly heavy. She rose a hand to her head hoping to keep herself together even as the world began to tilt and shift, the floor coming up fast to meet her. Despite her struggles whatever was battling her was winning, her eyes slowly drifting shut. Her general sense of awareness was beginning to numb but she was certain the last thing she heard was something about being scraps.

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The next time Mitsu woke it was to searing pain coursing through her body, jolting her from whatever safe haven her mind had made up. Her eyes flew open wide, feeling something wiggling and crawling its way inside her. She fought to the best of her ability not to scream, her teeth clamped down tight over her bottom lip drawing blood. It didn't keep her from writhing and pulling against her restraints, her hands and feet bound with her back to something cold and metallic. Most likely a table.

The sudden addition of a drilling noise had Mitsu trembling, still fighting to keep her fear to a minimum. What had happened? Why was she here? Had Candace lied about her purpose all along or was she not worth using?

As a new pain, white and hot, bloomed from her abdomen Mitsu threw back her head as far as it would go, a scream of agony barely managing to escape her lips. She fought against her bounds again but as was the norm in this place her strength eluded her.

The pain had barely managed to ease when she tried to frantically look around, eyes trying to spot anyone she might know. It was only hopeful thinking, she was in enemy territory after all. Besides, she could hardly move, hardly able to see passed what was above her. There was a glint of white and she barely caught sight of the tech as he hissed for her to hold still,

"Pl-Plea-" Her plea was only drowned out by the sound of the drill again and then eventually her scream as it fill the room.

HP: 49

Her question seemed to fall on deaf ears the techs jabbering and bantering with each other before they went back to work. It seemed they were in debate about something but Mitsu was too panicked to listen. It was unfortunate because it probably involved her.

As they approached again she jerked against her bounds, the collar around her throat clacking against the metal table. "Please...what do you want from me?" Her voice was small and pleading, tears still threatening to fall as she looked around. At this point Candace would be a welcome sight.

She couldn't help but tremble, eyes locking onto the face that held no distinctive features. Drawing in a struggled breath she flinched against the contact to her head, the sensation odd and unwelcome. What had they done to her hair?

"S-s-science? B-b-b-but Candace," She was stuttering at full force, terrified about what was going to happen. Her mind was running rampant and the rest of her sentence was drowned out by the roar before a sharp pain bloomed from her throat. The pain only intensified as it felt like something was shredding her neck to pieces and somewhere deep in her mind she wished she would just die. She wished for some sort of end to this. Even agreeing to being a weapon seemed more appealing at this point. Would Shun hate her for thinking that? His stern expression flashed before her eyes and she clenched them tightly against the image the tears she had been holding back finally streaming down her face. She was never going to see him again.

When the pain dulled down to complete agony Mitsu opened her mouth to speak again but found she couldn't. She couldn't tell what had happened but it felt like her throat was gone, like it had been ripped out piece by piece leaving her in shock but not numb enough to ignore the pain.

Closing her eyes Mitsu hoped, prayed, and begged Jack for oblivion, her ears picking up the muffled murmurs of the techs as the mutter about unsatisfactory results.

Timer: 25

Pain itself was a blessing and in the same right a curse. It let her know she was still alive, still able to feel and connect to the world and yet she wanted to detach herself from it, crawl as far away as her broken body would allow and hide away in the deepest darkest pit. True pain and suffering, she hadn't know what those words truly meant until this moment

Her body jerked and quivered as the pain started again anew, red eyes focused on the ceiling above her. She could hear the tech speaking, something about fear cores and the like but their voices sounded so far away. They could have been talking from the other side of the room for all she knew.

Timer: 15

Staring blankly at the ceiling above her Mitsu noted now the lights had began to dim, her brain oddly wondering what was wrong with their power for the lights to fade like that. It wasn't until a new wave of pain hit her did everything come back into clarity, the room once again bright and detailed. As the pain began to dull again so did her awareness of her surroundings. Darkness danced at the edges of her vision moving in further and swallowing her sight.

Mitsu no long knew if she was awake, sleeping or just simply dead. Perhaps they had left her in the room and she was by herself now until they returned. If they returned. Maybe they would just leave her here, forget about her. Even strapped into place that would be an improvement over her past state wouldn't it? Then again maybe she was out and she was simply dreaming, thinking and wishing too hard for a safe place for her mind to dwell while they carved away at her body. It was also possible she had simply died and this was the oblivion she had asked for. Quiet dark and safe from pain.

Now that she could finally think, no longer distracted by pain, Mitsu couldn't help but remember her friends, family, and most of all Shun. She had wanted to start a life with him outside of school and now that was never going to happen. Her time had been stolen from her and now all she had were memories, sweet and bitter all at the same time. A part of her hoped Shun would be able to move on as much as it pained her to think about. She didn't want to be forgotten, a selfish part of her held on to the hope he would remember while the other hoped he could still find a way to be happy.

She had just started to contemplate what she was going to do in her dark little abyss when a new pain, raw and intense coursed through her torso jarring her back into the waking world. Her eyes flew open wide, her mouth opening to scream but unable to make a sound. The somewhat undamaged muscles in her legs and arms tensed, pulling hard against her restraints in one last vain effort.

When her body finally went slack again the energy that had kept her going just seemed to drain from her all at once. Glassy eyes began to dull, focusing on the only thing that was in her field of sight, the ceiling. Her gaze was distant and unfocused and she found her mind slipping. Who she was, who she knew, it was blurring and fading into nothing and it was then she knew it would be soon. Not much longer and it would all be over. Dimly she remembered a time when permanent death had frightened her and now she nearly welcomed it with open arms. Her only regret still lingered on the face she wanted to see the most, her reaper. If she knew through all of this she would see him again she would fight, hold on, and not let in to the dark void that already had its grip on her very core. It was that last regret that had tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as everything went dark, her eyelids slowly closing as nothingness claimed her.

Timer: 0

One of the lab techs briefly stopped playing with his power tool, pulling up his safety goggles with a sigh. "All right, who let this girl in, seriously five is sounding like another mock earthquake test disaster."

Another tech cleared his throat. "Actually, I'm prett sure that's the girl you know. That girl. The one with her experimental golem."

Silence.

"Well," Concluded the first tech, shutting down his machine temporarily. "This is awkward. Please tell me someone gave you a memo regarding waste disposal after a completed mission." Several Hunters in the room all shook their heads. He shrugged. "Too late now, how about this. You get us another specimen and we'll promise to attempt to let you in on the loop on things next time."

He snapped his goggles down and switched the power tool-like object back on, leaning over to Mitsu. "I'd tell this specimen to smile but she's missing half her jaw." A cruel grin. The power tool buzzed loudly.

The tech did not take well at all to being manhandled as he was shoved a bit backwards enough to send a few contents on the tray behind him sprawling, nearly gouging himself with his own power tool. He hastily turned it off, all arms and scrawny limbs at the Mist hunter. "Dude, what is your ******** problem b***h? Don't bother people when they're working or did your freak of a mommy not teach you good manners?"