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THIS CHAPTER, AS WELL AS THE NEXT CHAPTERS, WILL HAVE "REALITY IS MERCILESS" SPOILERS!!!
Everything is so cold, and everything hurts so much. I don't like it here.
I was put in this scary experimentation place along with my brother, Meeko. We're in separate experiment rooms at the moment, but I'm able to see him from here.
Just like me, he was idly laying on a white, blank experiment bed. People dressed in all black surrounded us both, rummaging through various tools. Some of them I couldn't even identify.
Whatever they were, they're sharp and scary. I just want to go home.
...
Home?
Where is...home?
...
I gulp, and breathe out shakily. I don't remember anything about myself apart from my name, my brother's name, and Milord's name.
I gasp as the people dressed in black started to approach me, at the exact same time the others were approaching Meeko. Their eyes were full of violent and psychopathic intent.
I'm scared. I don't want to be scared.
One of the people leaned over me, holding a long, sharp weapon-like tool. A quiet laugh barely escaped their lips as they moved it closer and closer to my face.
Cold drops of sweat ran down my forehead and my whole body trembled with fear. I whimpered and sobbed at the sight of the stranger...and the thought of what could be happening to Meeko right now too.
Without warning, the person lifts their arm and brings the tool down to my face with incredible speed. I flinch and they swerve their aim, striking the middle of my throat and slowly splitting it open.
I splutter bright red blood from my mouth, and it splatters all over me and the stranger. Heavy, forced, inhuman-sounding gasps and breaths escape my lips along with the rushing blood.
It hurt so much, and I started to cough as I choke on the waves of blood.
The stranger makes a satisfied nod and pulls the sharp tool out of my throat without mercy, causing me to struggle and scream even more. Even more blood spat from my neck, dyeing the uniforms of the cruel people.
The exact same screams that came out of my system were also heard from Meeko in the other room. His stomach receiving the same treatment as my neck.
A different stranger approached me, and started marking red lines on my limbs. The same lines you'd see on a piece of paper to hint that you had to cut it with scissors. I then realized, that's the same intent they had with my arms and legs. They were going to remove them.
Right after my mind goes over that last sentence, another sharp object stabbed my thigh. A sharp pain rushed up my body, accompanying the pain of my split neck.
I failed to make any noise due to the mess that was made of my throat, all I could do was croak and struggle.
After what seemed like an eternity, the people left the room, and so did the people in Meeko's experiment room.
I turned my head despite the unbearable stinging, and only one person hadn't left the room he was in.
A red haired girl in a school uniform had snuck into the room, and was freeing Meeko. When I looked closer, I could see stitching all along his mouth.
The girl had cat features and small braids at the back of her head. Her eyes were a ruby red and a small plaster was stuck on her cheek.
She lifted Meeko carefully and started to leave the room, walking down the hall until I couldn't see them both anymore.
What about me?
Is she not coming back for me too?
I feel huge tears run down my blood covered cheeks, my sobs causing more coughing and hacking from my system.
It felt harder and harder to breathe by the second, and my vision was starting to blur. Am I dying? Is Meeko going to escape with that girl, without me?
It's okay.
I reassure myself. As long as Meeko lives, then I'll have no regrets.
It's fine.
No matter how much I reassured myself, more and more tears filled my eyes and ran down my face. I'm scared. I don't want to die here alone.
