the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

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My head was throbbing fiercely in thick, nauseating palpitations. Dizziness suffocated me, but I tried desperately to stay conscious enough to grasp the unfolding situation. Why had violence ensued? Were the Helexias coming to seek retribution for their destruction? To my horror enemy troops began to enter the torture chamber and in turn the corpse pile I was settled on. What if they burned the corpses? Oh god. I had a bag over my head so I was unable to observe their actions, but I could hear them infiltrating and surveying the area.

"Oh wow," one of them said. "That's brutal."

"Are there any ghouls in the area?" the second one asked fiercely.

"Negative, this place is destitute. Does this place serve a purpose, can we derive information from this area?" I felt the beam of a flashlight trained on the corpse pile.

"That's disgusting."

"They'll breed infection, we should dispose of them in a collective fire," the other answered. I felt my stomach drop and I began to cringe in defeat and terror. I didn't want to die, I desperately didn't want to die, oh god I wanted to live. Immolation was another way I never would have dreamed my death would be. They approached the pile.

"How do we remove them from the area?" the first asked.

"We can burn them in here once we've finished collecting evidence and detaining transgressors," the 2nd answered. "It doesn't matter if this place burns, in fact that would be beneficial so this place isn't open to being utilized again by other gangs."

"Okay Investigator Attawa," the 2nd one said. If I could open my eyes they would have snapped open in shock. It was the CCG! I struggled to say something, but my voice was unable to transcend a low guttural noise. My only chance at communication was alerting them by movement. I tried to shift weakly, but instead it caused me to topple from the pile and face-plant on the cement floor, good going.

The investigators instantly snapped around and trained their flashlight on me.

"What just happened?"

"I think one of the bodies fell." They approached me.

"Wow, this one is so small, is it an adolescent?"

"Why isn't it mutilated like the others? Is it female? It could possibly be a child sex slave, this changes things." They tried pulling the bag off of my head but it held tenaciously with its thick ties. This time they turned me over on my back and pulled my pants down to expose my genitals.

"Oh wow, it is female."

I groaned in discomfort at my violation and tried in vain to turn over. The investigator gasped in shock. "It's alive!" he exclaimed.

"We need to take it with us for questioning." They pulled my pants up then one seized me in its arms and carried me from the complex. My head was throbbing so hard I could barely comprehend what was happening. I was oscillating in and out of consciousness throughout the ride out of there, but eventually we arrived at the incarceration headquarters of the CCG. There they cut the bag off and gaped at my state.

"It definitely looks dead, but it's subtly breathing. We need to take it to the medical department." Over the next few days I was treated with contemporary medicine and eventually recovered to some degree of coherency. Upon my ability to speak they questioned me from my hospital bedside.

"How old are you?"

"21."

"Where is your place of origin?"

"Tokyo."

"Why were you in the infiltrated base?"

"I was kidnapped."

"Why?"

"I assisted in infiltrating a rival gang base and eliminating its leader." The investigator looked curiously at me and somewhat unconvinced.

"So you're a member of the gang we just raided?"

"No, I'm human," I answered. "In fact I'm a member of the CCG, Akira Mado, my superior being Amon Koutaro." The investigator looked at me with scrutiny.

"I have no idea who you're talking about, I need someone to come in and confirm your identity." He left and returned within 15 minutes with another investigator."Are you familiar with a CCG investigator by the name of Akira Mado?" the man who questioned me asked his fellow investigator.

"Yes, and this suspect looks nothing like her. This ghoul is lying." My eyes widened and desperation began to coil in my throat.

"No, I am!" I almost begged. I listed off information only a CCG member would know. Both of the investigators glared at me.

"I'm aware there was a case in which investigator Akira Mado was required to become involved in a gang, but it doesn't make sense for her to kill a significant gang member who wasn't Rasdar as that attracts attention that can then defile the case. She's been missing in action for 2 months now and you were found in a torture chamber. This means they were exploiting information from you that pertained to other gangs as they had no reason to question an investigator, therefore you are a gang member and they are comprised completely of ghouls. You know classified information which means you've committed acts of espionage against the CCG in the name of a gang," she finished. Terror was pounding through my body, this couldn't be happening.

"No, please," I begged. After so much torture I had lost all pride and composure. "I'm Akira Mado, please believe me." They looked at me with pity then turned to each other.

"Incarcerate her and bring her in for vital questioning."