Fall Is Beautiful

S3 Chapter 8: Trauma

TW: Blood and (as the name says, trauma, lots of it)

I awoke inside a cage, yet it didn't matter as I was strapped down to a table. There was a bright white light above me that almost blinded me when I opened my eyes. I tried calling out for Jafar, hoping to hear him respond, but all I heard were groans and cry's from other cages. What was this place?!

"Momma... help me..." a young voice whispered, hushed and quiet but loud in my mind. I tried shaking my head, but found it unable to move as it was strapped down to the table as well with some sort of helmet. "It hurts...- AH!"

"Be quiet! Unless you want to end up like the others." The sudden voice shook the room, and I shuttered. The room went completely silent, and for a moment I felt like I could breathe. The moment didn't last long, though, as the cage door opened and in stepped the Hilter looking guy from before. I clenched my teeth.

"Where's Jafar?!" I demanded, and the man clicked his teeth.

"That boy has caused us a lot of trouble in the past few years..." He walked closer to me, and if I could I would've thrown some fire at him, but my strength was all but used. I was still dazed. "He was, at first, obedient, all those 4 years ago..." My eyes widened. 4 years ago meant that it must've been after I was taken from the PSI workers. Were these guys PSI? "But now he seems more like a wild animal. Hard to control, hard to tame." I growled my teeth as if I were a dog.

"Who the hell are you." The question just slipped my mouth, and although I was concerned for my brother, and maybe also Aiden, I had to know. I couldn't keep calling him "Hilter".

"Oh, my apologies, I am the director here at the camp of Al Thamen. My name is Ithnan." Ithnan pulled his mask over his face, and hide his features. I grimaced, never had I heard of Al Thamen nor Ithnan. "And this here is Judar, my magi." Before him stepped a shorter boy, probably around Jafar's age, with long black hair and blood red eyes.

"What's a magi?" I asked, even though I didn't want to. It was like I was being controlled to talk. Ithnan seemed to know it, as he didn't question my longing of questions.

"A magi is someone who has mastered their disease. They have overcome it and become a greater being than human. We here at Al Thamen are focused on creating magi's, such as your friend." I blinked. Was he talking about Jafar? Was he a master at his powers, already? No no, there wasn't anytime to ask more questions.

"If you dare hurt my brother I'll see to it personally that you will be sent to hell!" I yelled, and Judar stepped forward, only for Ithnan to put his hand over him. He walked towards me, grabbing a strand of my long hair and tugging it so we were face to face. His eyes narrowed at me.

"Please then, tell the devil he's in my seat." With that, he turned around back to Judar and they both walked out of the cage. For a moment, I thought I could breathe, could relax and think, but suddenly a shock came through my mind. I screamed and yelled out in pain and shock. This was worse than white noise, this was horrific.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH......!"

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Jafar wouldn't let them take him, wouldn't let them tear open his mind like they had all those years ago. He struggled as hard as he could when they started surgery on his stomach, where the bullet still was. He wouldn't let them put him on drugs, wouldn't let them see him vulnerable. If he let his guard down, he'd die here, just like Masur. Just like every single kid who was here. He gasped when one of the workers pushed his head down on the table harshly. After a second of more thrashing, he got his teeth around the woman's pinky finger and bit down. She screamed in pain as blood poured into his mouth. The other workers tried to get him away from her, but that led to him only biting down harder. Eventually, the woman ripped her hand from his mouth, but without her finger. Jafar spit the woman's finger out onto the white floor. His eyes were slits like a snake and he was panting.