He lets the larger part of the chain fall to the ground and he holds up one of the pieces of the spiked chain up to his eyes. Randel isn't gentle, his vice-like grip isn't letting you move either. You bite down harder on your collar as you hear the rending of your flesh. You grunt in pain as you feel the cold metal scrape against the bones in your wrist. Randel grimaces and pulls the spiked chain off of you. "Go, I'm ready for you" you say with a muffled voice. You bite down on the collar of your scrubs. But you don't have any scars, no stitches, nothing. You notice the scrubs are cut right down the middle. Randel wasn't lying about you being cut down the middle either. You notice it looks like some sort of medical scrubs. You shake your head and lower your head to the collar of your shirt. Alright? So, I guess I'm saying I'm sorry in advance. Randel bends down to try to meet your gaze. "You need help with that? I guess that would hurt a lot." You look down at your hands and notice your hands are being held together by chains that have spikes aimed toward the inside of the binding effectively holding your hands together by the piercing spikes more so than the actual chain itself.
He completely manhandled you, without any effort at all. This guys a monster you think to yourself. You nod your head and exclaim in pain as Randel lifts you up and then lowers you gently to the floor. But please, if they ask you, will you please say you managed to undue the chains yourself? They tend to get angry when you go against them". "Hey Randel, would you do me a favor? Please get me out of these restraints. Randel said he has been here a long time, maybe he can help you.ĭ: Wait until whoever "they" are to return So much has happened to you, and you have no idea what it has to do with you.Ī: Ask Randel what kind of experiments they have done on himī: Ask Randel to please put you on the floor and remove the ropes holding your hands together.Ĭ: Try to figure out a way to get out of here. Sometimes I hear people talking from somewhere above us. "Well, I think we're below the Hidden Leaf right now. I figure that is why they have you here". There's a lo- lot of special people here. You stopped bleeding soon as that happened. And then, your skin just pulled itself together. You had one side of your body one way, and the other, well the other way. They put a scalpel to your chest and then cut you down to the belly. I didn't believe it at first, but I saw it. That's the only way I think to explain this place". What they did to me, and what I saw them do to you. well, I guess that's when I figured it out.
You're the first guy I've actually spoken to in years. I've never been able to talk with people. I think this facility is here for experiments. Must be some important member here though. Not really sure what his name was, he never gave me his name. I came here because my mother was really sick, and they came to me and said they'd help me if I helped them". felt it was something that ninja didn't need. Someone who could take a lot of punishment, and not really have a conscience. He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. You don't know where you are, and you really don't care.ĭ: Sit around and wait for someone else to come around and play possum hoping to get the jump on them and escape alone. You don't think you can do it yourself, and you feel really weak.ī: Ask him for more information about this place and why are you two being held hereĬ: Ask him to help you escape out of this place. "What's your name sir?" the mountain of a man asks you.Ī: Ask him to help you out of your bindings. He looks imposing, yet you feel a certain calmness emanating from him.
This man is enormous, well over 7 feet tall. Actually, you stare directly into his chest. You focus your eyes better and look at the man. I ha- have no idea why they did it to you, but they cut you like a pig. "Who are you?" You inquire with increasing curiosity. You notice you're in the middle of the room, your hands bound and placed above your head, hanging you from the ceiling. But there's loads of blood all over the room, worse than any butcher shop. The room is sterile white, or rather, it would be. I've been here all my life and never seen it done to anyone else". You blink your eyes hoping to get some tears in there to lubricate your eyes. They must really think you're dangerous." The confusion sets in as the white light blinds you, leaving you a bit disoriented. You hear something being torn apart, and you feel the stinging pain on your face and in your eyes. They'll hear us, and they'll bloody us up again". Who are you? Where am I?" you yell out, desperate for answers. He seems slow with his words, maybe he has been touched in the head? It most definitely belongs to a man, probably a big one.
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