(Re-Write) The Soldier's Superhero

Chapter 28

Warning: noncon/rape, abuse

Flippy?

He couldn't hear the other. Between the injections and the reconditioning, Fliqpy couldn't tell what was going on anymore. He didn't know how long he'd been in Tiger's custody. He was in and out of consciousness. He was purposely forcing himself to disassociate to avoid the reality he was living in.

"Clumsy," he stared blankly at the ceiling, "are you ignoring me?"

Tiger was doing something new to hurt him. He wouldn't react to it. He couldn't react to it. The hands touching him felt like fire, but he ignored them.

Flippy, please, say something.

"Hm?" A hand tapped his cheek. "Checked out again?"

I want to go home.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop for today. It's time for medicine anyways."

He wanted to feel sick, but he had nothing in his stomach to throw up. He couldn't hold down any food. Everything hurt. It was so much more worse than before.

He felt himself being picked up and taken out of the room. He wanted to see if Sneaky or Ka-Boom were around, but he hadn't seen them in forever now. He didn't know where Tiger put them.

I'll save them. I have to.
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Tiger looked down at Clumsy, smiling to himself. His perfect soldier shut down. When he first broke him, that's what he did. He'd never used this tactic before, considering he knew all about Clumsy's past from the first go around. However, he was too lovely to ignore this time. The body was a plus for him.

Perhaps he'd make some clones of this body and keep him like this. The other ones can become the big monsters he needed.

Clumsy could remain like this.

Small. Pretty. Moldable.

Tiger smirked, licking his lips. Clumsy... such a perfect soldier for him.
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Fliqpy.

He jolted slightly in the chair, blinking back the cloud in his eyes. He looked down, his body trembling when he saw the green flowing through his veins. This one... it wasn't the healing or growth serum... which one was this? He let out a small sound, pain laced in his voice.

Hey, how long was I out?

Don't know.

He clenched his fists.

Too long.

How are you holding up?

I'm barely hanging on, Flip.

Fliqpy felt confusion and concern well up, not of his own. He never called Flippy anything other than his name or insults. But, at this point, he was at his limit. He couldn't stand another minute with Tiger. He needed a break.

Take over.

What?

Please. Flip, please.

Okay, okay! It'll be okay. Let me out. I'll be okay.

He blinked. And then he was filled with pain. Flippy gasped, clenching his teeth in agony. His muscles, his bones, his organs, everything down to the nail beds of his fingers was on fire. This was different than when Tiger General wanted to meet him that first time to take blood. This was torture.

He looked down when he felt something moving under his skin. There was green in his veins.

Flippy took a breath.