Anguished and Insane

Chapter 11 -K-

Warning: Mental abuse, physical restriction to a chair, cutting

Was it the unfamiliar atmosphere that woke him up? Or was it the uncomfortable amount of bloodlust that was seeping in the air?

Maybe it was both.

Killua didn't know but either way, he was awake.

He pushed himself up with both hands, pain overtaking his right arm.

He held his breath. His arm hurt like crap, but he ignored it. With his left hand, he rubbed his eyes.

He glanced at the room he was in. He was laying in a twin-sized bed, a dresser on his right side.
A wardrobe on the left side of the door that was far in front of him.

The door knob rattled. Killua had completely forgot about his Nen.

But it was far too late for the door had opened while he was activating his Zetsu.

Zetsu only works when the other person can't see you. But it becomes absolutely useless once they can.

This happened to be the case in this situation. There in the doorway stood a man with some kind of lab coat or something.

"I see your awake." He said awfully calmly.

Killua scowled. "Who are you? Where am I?" He shuffled in the sheets. Crawling farther away from the man.

For some reason, this guy scared him a lot. Almost as much as Illumi.
Except it was in a welcoming way. Which was weird.

The man chuckled. "The boss would like to see you." The man advanced forward. "Please follow me."

Killua felt horrible. He knew he had to go either way. This guy was something else.

He reluctantly obligated and got off the bed. He didn't want to listen to him. But he couldn't do anything about it.

In fact, his brain was telling him to stop walking and escape, but his body would simply just not listen.

Killua was in a trance. One that he was not mentally or physically strong enough to break out of.

Killua approached the man slowly. The man just smiled at him and took ahold of his left wrist.

Usually, if someone grabbed Killua, he would break their arm and run away.

But this wasn't something that normally happened.

The man pulled Killua through the endless maze of halls. "My name is Hari."

Killua blinked. "My name is Killua."

Hari raised an eyebrow. "You know when we checked for any files or records about you, we found nothing."

"Figured." Killua mumbled.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh um," Killua stammered, "nothing."

Hari said nothing as he opened a door that revealed a man with some kind of bird mask.

"I brought him like you asked." Hari said.

The man eyed Killua. "Thank you for your service, Hari."

Hari nodded respectfully. "Of course."

The bird-masked man then gave Killua his full attention.

"Hello, my name is Overhaul." Overhaul was a weird name, but now wasn't the time to think about that.

"Killua right? Why don't you sit over here." He gestured to the weird looking chair.

The worst thing is, Killua felt powerless. Like he couldn't disobey. He isn't like this at all. But he sat in the chair.

"So, Killua, tell me a little about yourself." He said as he took out a tray with surgical tools.

"Well um," Killua could never get used to talking to strangers who don't already know who he is about himself.

"I like chocolate and sweet stuff? And skateboarding." Killua didn't know what else to say really.

"Is that so?" Overhaul asked, his attention with the scalpel that he held.

"Is there a reason why I'm here?" Killua blurted out.

"Of course there is. You belong to me now."

Killua's eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?" He yelled.

He had failed to realize the straps that were now restraining him to the chair.

A trillion thoughts flew through his mind. Are they gonna experiment on me? Are they going to use me like Illumi did? Are they stronger than Illumi?

Am I going to become a puppet of darkness again?

Dread filled his senses as he lost track of what was happening to him.

The next thing he knew, his left arm was being cut open by the scalpel that Overhaul had possessed.

Nothing that Killua couldn't deal with.

Yet he still couldn't break free from the straps that held him to the chair.

"Let me go!" Panic wavered his voice.

"Sh, sh, sh," He shushed him. "We just need your blood, it won't take long."

But Killua was not having it, he was kicking and struggling to break free, only to be met with no progression.

"What do you need my blood for?" Finally, Killua was slowly starting to calm down.

"Nothing you need to know." He answered.

"What do you mean nothing I need to know of? This is my blood!"

Overhaul growled. "Enough! Stop struggling or else."

This stopped Killua dead in his tracks. An overwhelming amount of fear overtook his brain and he quickly shut up.

"You will obey everything I tell you to, understood?"

Killua shaming nodded his head. "Y-yes."

Never had someone besides Illumi ever make him this scared. It was something he definitely didn't like.

"Good. Now hold still while I draw your blood." He said while inserting something into the cut.

Killua squeezed his eyes shut. If only Gon was here with him.