Broken Bonds and Stolen Hearts (discontinued)

Chapter 16

"God... Are you sure you are not feeling anything?" Tom asked as he looked at Louis, who had his entire torso cut open, with both awe and disgust.

"I don't have organs. How the hell am I supposed to feel anything?" Louis shot back, having to explain for the hundredth time even with his torso being literally wide open for him to see.

"Oof okay. My bad, I'm still in denial yeah? I can't believe you are alive somehow when your organs are literally in my hands... I'm going to put them back in now, you sure you don't want a sedation for that?" Tom explained as he held Louis's liver in his gloved hands.

"No sedation, just do it," Louis watched as Tom held his organ as carefully as he could while using his other hand to do whatever shit he was doing to make space for it. The whole process took 3 hours considering that he literally had all of his torso organs stolen.

Tom sighed in relied as he placed the last organ, ____'s heart inside Louis's chest. It was a little smaller than his, but it would do... Not that it would matter for now, but if he grows, it will grow with him so it should be good.

"Okay... I'm going to sew you up n-"

"No need for that," Louis quickly shut him off as he sat up, his skin quickly regenerating as the cut closed in seconds. Tom gawked at Louis as the cut had completely disappeared, as if he wasn't just cut open for the last few hours.

"...How the hell do you do that???" he Asked in a loud tone as he examined where his cut was. There wasn't even a scar to indicate that he was just cut open.

"Perks of being hideous hah," Louis said sarcastically as he hopped off the bed and grabbed his shirt.

"Shouldn't you check on the girl too?" He asked as held his shirt up, about to wear it.

"Hold on," Tom took the dirty, battered shirt from Louis and gave him a clean over sized one instead.

"You better go take a shower too. You stink," Louis looked at him confused. Why does he care?

"Why do you care? I'm leaving anyways," He narrowed his eyes at Tom, worried that this could be a trap of some sort.

"Technically, you are my patient now and it's my job to care for you. Secondly, do you even have a place to go to?" he listed his reasons before he looked at Louis with pity. He knew... That tattoo said everything.

"It's not a trap kid. Just go wash up. There is running water in the bathroom at the end of the corridor to the left of this room and then come back here," Louis continued to glare at him as he shoved clean clothes into his hands and smiled at him.

"You got nothing to lose. Just go buddy,"

"Sure sure,"

Louis sighed to himself before he followed the directions Tom had given him, and true to his word. There was a bathroom, and there was running water. How did they get it, Louis didn't know. But he knew he smelled like shit and probably looked like it too, and that the water was too tempting to pass on.

The water was red and black once it reached the floor, that was how much blood there was on him. His blood, and the blood of those whom he killed. He stood under the shower until the water was no longer getting colored under him.

Once he stepped out of the shower, he wore the clothes Tom had given him and stared at his reflection in the broken mirror in front of him.

He definitely looked like shit.

Black eyes and pale skin, he was as good as dead. His black hair was getting long too, and the curls were starting to show as well, but he didn't know how to cut it and not look even more hideous than now.

Unfortunately for him, the virus can't make scars or burns from the past disappear, they will forever be engraved on his dead body, making him even more hideous.

"... What was the point of it all?" he mumbled to himself as he stared at his reflection. That feeling... It was there. Being weak. Being helpless. Being trapped. No matter what he did... He was always trapped. He was always haunted by the memories. By the betrayals.

"I can make you forget. You can start fresh" Louis's mind danced at that idea. No longer feeling weak... For someone who was always weak, it sounded like heaven.

"No. I need to remember. I want my revenge. I will be damned if I let that old fucker live after everything. I will be damned if I let my brother rot there. I will be damned if I don't give my mother a surprise party" he could see the scowl on his face, and the wrinkled that were forming from how hard he glared at his reflection.

"I was suggesting. I'm not going to do it unless you ask me too,"

"Good"

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Louis stood in front of the door to the room he was told to go back to. He could hear voices coming from inside, but he wasn't sure if he should go in or not. What if that guy was just being nice?

"...Noooooo I don't want it," he heard a feminine voice cry as his hand touched the doorknob, and he froze in place.

"No means no ____. We talked about this," He heard Ryan respond to her as she whined tiredly. She must be still under the effect of the sedation.

For some reason, it felt really wrong to enter the room. As if he wasn't welcome or something, he knew he wasn't welcome. He imposed himself on them, but that was only because they stole from him. Isn't that fair?

Why was he overwhelmingly sad right now? Why did his eyes sting? Hearing them talk so casually... No yelling or fighting or threatening. Why was it both sad and comforting? Why did he feel out of place?

The door was suddenly opened, and Tom walked right into Louis. He staggered back before he looked down at Louis and smiled.

"I was coming to check on you kid. What took you so long??" Tom wrapped his arm around Louis's shoulder before he dragged him inside the room, and Louis looked at ____ who still had her eyes covered and was holding onto her father's hand while lying on her back.

"What kid?" She asked as her head tilted to where Tom and Louis were standing.