A Second Chance

He was greeted by darkness when he awoke. He didn't know where he was, but that didn't matter to him either way. He was hungry, no, he was starving. All he could think about was the blood curling starvation. Hearing the muffled voices in the dark, his hunger grew. Somehow, he associated those voices with food, even though they were unfamiliar to him.

"Its heart rate is increasing. Do you think it actually woke up after receiving injuries like that?" One of the unfamiliar voices spoke up.

It? They were referring to him like a monster or a creature, but none of it reached his recognition with the devastating hunger he was being overwhelmed with.

All that mattered was finding the source of this voice and devouring it.

It took him an awful while until he could slowly move his limbs.

He crawled towards the voice but was stopped by what seemed to be a wall. How would he be able to find the voice if he couldn't see anything?

"We should contact Special Class Arima. He wants to know when it wakes up." Another voice could be heard from the other side of the wall.

"Right away, Sir." The first one answered.

He heard what they said but was not able to comprehend it. The heart beats and the voices he heard meant that there was flesh for him to eat.

With all his strength, he tried to make his way through the wall by punching it repeatedly.

In his weakened state, his punches were merely soft knocks on the wall but he didn't give up.

He wanted to get to the other side. He needed to get there.

He didn't know how long he had sat there, knocking on the wall, not even leaving a scratch on it, when he heard a door open somewhere to his right.

He could sense someone stepping into the room, making him immediately crawl to the potential food source.

"Seems like I went a bit too hard on you, leaving only a pitiful weak creature that follows his instincts without thinking." The newcomer said calmly, not flinching before the ghoul that wasn't even able to move properly with all the injuries delivered to his brain.

He hadn't healed completely yet. There were still two deep, giant holes where his eyes were supposed to be.

Arima wasn't surprised to see the ghoul in such a miserable condition, wondering if he would ever be able to heal the whole damage. Maybe he would stay like that for the rest of his life, but the Special Class Investigator hoped the contrary would happen.

The young half ghoul had been such a bright mind, even if it had been more than stupid to engage a battle with the CCG's Reaper. Destroying his brain like that hurt Arima who would of course never admit that he thought like that.

The white-haired ghoul finally reached the investigator, slowly trying to grab his leg.

Arima simply took a step back, avoiding the ghoul's grip.

Shaking his head in disappointment over the young half-ghoul's state, the investigator left the cell.

After being left alone, the ghoul simply went back to punching the wall to reach the persons he had heard behind it.

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"How is he?"

A week had passed since Arima had visited the ghoul formerly known as Eyepatch in his mindless state.

"Since he's been fed he recovered his eyes and probably most of his brain." One of the warden answered the Reaper's question.

"He's been sitting there for a while now, not speaking a word and not reacting when we talk to him through the speakers." Another guard continued, pointing at a monitor.