As my consciousness is - what feels to be literally ripped out of Technoblade's head - I slowly become aware of my actual surroundings. My eyes must have been damaged because everything was black. And it wasn't just the cell because I could sense that the air was different. Dull throbs periodically ran down my back - probably how I was woken up.
A breathless cry escaped my lips as white hot pain seared across my left side. Quite literally out of nowhere. I could hear a voice on my right, presumably male but it's hard to tell.
"Subject D.M.1.7.2.2.7, you have been selected for biological testing and experimentation on the authority of the Umbrian Supreme Council. Any form of insubordination or defiance will be punishable by death. Do you understand?"
I didn't answer immediately - confused. What is all this? Wasn't I just a prisoner of some country? This time the pain came from my right. I yelped at the unexpected burn.
"Subject D.M.1.7.2.2.7, do you understand?"
I nod quickly, ignoring the small ache in my head in doing so - my voice still gone after probably three years of not speaking.
"Take the subject to the holding rooms."
"Yes Sir."
A female voice, the man wasn't alone. I felt a piercing grip on my left arm as I was roughly dragged up to stand.
"Don't try anything D.M.1.7.2.2.7, you are many things but above all, always remember you are expendable."
I nodded again, not wanting to be struck again and if there's one thing that I have learnt as a voice in Technoblade's head, it's that you don't peeve off the people in power until you have power enough of your own. If Technoblade can handle what life has handed him and still become a great warrior - so could I.
So, I currently have some free time at Uni so I will be posting quite a few new chapters of my story ( :
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Melza ^^
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Voices - DSMP
FanficChynea turned her head in the rough direction of Technoblade. The man who had been the teacher to all of her plots against the Government that tortured her and her friends. Facing him now with sword drawn and tears streaming down from unseeing eyes...
