Torn

Chapter 1 The Start

I will never forget that night. The night when my entire world collapsed around me. When I was completely torn from everyone and everything I loved. A bitter cold November night. I remember each and every razor like rain drop that cut into my skin. I remember the sound of me and my brothers being beat half to death. I remember the broken promises I told. That everything would be ok, that we would escape and be back at the hideout in no time.

I remember pledging not to be taken away from them.
They separated us.
They wanted to make sure we never saw one another ever again.

I could barely see them before they locked me up in the train car. My vision was blurry form the gallons of tears gushing from my eyes. I could only hear their screams.

I don't know how long I was in there. The sorrow and agony I was feeling made me lose track of time. I must have wept for hours, cause when it finally ceased, my hands, arms and lap were completely soaked. I attempted to rest, in order to gather up my energy to escape. But unfortunately I was constantly interrupted by my nightmares.

Days passed and I was never given any food or water. Some days, the train would stop and I would hear footsteps around my car. Every time I heard someone come close, I prayed to anybody willing to listen for the door to open so I could escape.

But with each hellish day, my hope withered. Every day was getting a little colder, a little darker, a little longer. I had little strength. I would usually stare out a tiny vent that only showed me the sky. It was my only window to the outside world.

One day I was woken up to the sound of the door opening for the first. Instead of feeling joy as I would many days before, I was flooded with fear. For at that time I was too weak to defend myself. The door only slide about six inches open, but the little light that came through was blinding. I threw my arms in front on my face to shield the light. I expected a man to step in, but instead, only a hand holding something appeared. I heard something metal slide towards me. I looked down to see what it was, but my eyes were still yet to adjust to the light. The door slammed back shut, consuming me back into the darkness.

It took me a few minutes to readjust. I looked down back at the mystery items to see some kind of kibble. I touched it's dry exterior, debating if it was poisoned or not. Thoughtlessly, I put one in my mouth. As soon as I bit down, I regretted my decision. It was so salty that it was making my thirst worse.

What the hell have I done to deserve this shit?
The train rolled across the tracks, and I again tried to sleep. I clenched a cloth tarp I found and used as a blanket. It was so cold that my bones seemed to rattle. I watched little puffs of stem rise every time I exhaled.

"I'm going to freeze to death before I even reach wherever this fucking train is going." I hissed through my teeth. My voice sounds so alien. Any voice is a unfamiliar sound to me these days.

Especially a kind one.

The train surged forward then just stopped. I raised myself off the ground. Why were we stopping at this hour? It stopped usually in the middle of the day.

The door opened violently. Three men stormed in, guns and all.

"GET UP FREAK!!"

One soldier grabbed my arm and flung me towards the exit. I grasped the door frame, but my hand slipped, and made a painful face plant in a puddle of mud. I jumped on to my hands and knees, gasping for breath. All of the men reveled themselves in my misfortune.

"What a filthy swine!"

"A pig!"

My lip quivered and my tears were on the brink of spilling, I quickly covered my face in embarrassment.

"Stand!" A solider's gun pressed against my neck. I slowly rose to my feet, slightly swaying. I looked to the soldier that was holding me at gun point. He's true face was covered by a mask with a ever so cruel expression.

"Start moving!" He shoved me forward, so I took a few beginning steps. One soldier put steal cuffs around my wrists and two others grabbed my arms. They lead me into a truck and locked my inside. They drove me for a few minutes before taking me out again.

We were in front a large abandoned building. It must have been at least 10 stories high. They took me inside, we walked into some kind of waiting room. I looked around to quench my curiosity, and a large yet faded Red Cross was painted on the wall. They walked me down a seemingly endless hallway before finally shoving me into a small room. There was a rusty sink, counter with a few cabinets, a hospital bed with cuffs and a large lamp looming over it.

"Put this on before the doctor comes." A solider shoved a strange pile of cloths into my arms before rushing out and slamming the iron door. Doctor? What doctor? I sit down to try and collect my thoughts.

So I'm probably in some kind old hospital, in a weird room, and some kind of doctor is going to be in here any minute. And this is all the Foot Clan. And there going to do all kinds of experiments on me. Their going to tear me apart and put me back together. And make my brothers suffer the same fate. Turn us into weapons. Make us ki-
"Are you ok son?"

My head shot up, my eyes met with elderly face. His face was riddled with concern, and was looking at me with no fear but instead, pity.

"Yes-s s-sir."

"That's good to hear, I'm glad you weren't having a asthma attack. Do you have have asthma?"

"Not t-to my knowledge."

"Ok." He wrote the new piece of information on a clipboard.

"Now, I promise I won't look, but may you please put on the hospital gown." I look down at the cloth, now gown and closed my eyes for a minute.

"I will sir."

"Very good." He turn around and start to go through the cabinets by the sink.

I slowly slipped off my clothes but left my mask. I squeezed into the gown, leaving the little strings in the back untied so my shell would fit. I sure am glad none of my brothers are here right now.

"I'm done sir." He gave me a quick glance before returning to whatever he was doing.

"Thank you, just sit yourself down on the bed and we can get this over with." I did as he said, being cautious of the cuffs. He turned around with a tray of assorted tools. As he got closer I saw a few needles in the mix. My heart began to race.

"Don't worry, I don't think I'll have to even touch those needles. They just require me to have them."

"What are they?"

"Tranquilizers."

He dragged down the lamp and flicked it on. I squinted in the blaring light.

"Have you ever had a check up?"

"No sir."

"You can call me Nils. What is your name?"

My lips pressed together making a thin line.

"Well?" He ask earnestly

"My name is Leonardo."