The Boy Who fell from the Sky

Chapter 13

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Nagito screamed as two pairs of big burly hands dragged him down a hallway. There were two guards, one on either side of him, trying to control his desperate attempts at escape. Nagito knew what they wanted to do to him today. And he was having none of it.

"Stop fighting kid, you're making it worse on all of us," one of the guards growled. Nagito didn't care. He would always fight. He would let the School know that if they wanted to mess with him, they would be met with tooth and nail.

Nagito violently flapped his wings, trying to get airborne. The guards couldn't get him when he was in the air. Nagito flapped harder and harder until he was finally in the air. The guards still held onto his clothing but he was higher. There was a chance. A chance he could get away after all.

But one of the guards grabbed his ankle and yanked him back to the earth. Nagito let out a surprised screech as he tumbled to the ground. Nagito tried quickly getting up again but one of the guards placed his boot on Nagito's chest so he couldn't move. "What's the deal you damn freak? They're only taking some blood, that's all," the guard hissed. Nagito froze for a split second. He was correct. They were taking his blood. Flashbacks his Nagito like a semi-truck. Needles equaled pain. Needles equaled burning, endless pain. Needles equaled coughing and choking and losing the ability to breathe or think. Needles equaled death.

Before Nagito could try to get up again, the guard stomped directly on his diaphragm. Hard. Nagito felt pain through his lungs, and all the air in his lungs rushed out. He coughed, trying to regain the lost air. Nagito's choking allowed the guards enough time to grab his underarms and start dragging him away again. This time, Nagito didn't fight. He was too worried about getting air back so he could breathe.

Along the way, they passed a sign, a sign Nagito had never seen before. The letters read I-V-E-X. Ivex. What was Ivex? It must have been important if there was a sign about it. Nagito made a mental note to keep Ivex in mind.

Meanwhile, the guards had successfully taken Nagito into the room where he would get blood taken. The room was all too familiar to Nagito. Nagito let out a screech of fear and started fighting again as the guards shoved him onto a slanted metal table, slid his wrists into two metal cuffs, and tightened them so he couldn't get away. He was stuck.

Terror bubbled and roared in Nagito's chest as he saw Truman and a couple of other Doctors walk into the room. Nagito screamed and flapped and pulled at the restraints. If he pulled hard enough, maybe, just maybe, he could get out. He was stronger than the average human after all.

Nagito heard Truman sigh and mutter to the other Doctors, "Today's going to be a rough day, we're going to have to take more blood than usual to be absolutely sure his health is fine." More blood than usual? Were they doing this to him on purpose? Nagito screamed louder and pulled harder. He didn't want them to touch him, not now, not ever again. He felt hot tears of fear burn at the edge of his vision but he didn't care. Then, he felt the cuffs starting to give way. They were coming loose. He could get away after all!

Unfortunately, Truman noticed as well. Truman walked over to Nagito, raised a hand, and slapped Nagito clean across his face. Nagito stopped screaming, stopped fighting as the pain hit him hard. Nagito laid there in shock as tears streamed down his face and the cheek where Truman had hit him throbbed.

"Be quiet fifty-five," Truman scolded. "We're doing this for you, not for us. It's just a couple of needles, nothing to be afraid of. We made a mistake once, we'll never make it again." Nagito wanted to scoff. As if almost killing him and causing this fear of needles was a 'mistake'. And Nagito knew they were only doing this so they could make sure their mutant wasn't dying. So he could stay alive through more grueling tests. But Nagito stopped fighting. He knew if he got away he would be heavily punished later. So he just laid there trembling and silently sobbing as he waited for the Doctors to start poking and prodding him with needles.