The Rose Garden

The Silent Angel's Redemption (Temp)

"Toumoe, even though you are the son of the famous scientists, Urihara and Momohime, they've haven't taught you anything about their works right?" A boy of twelve years of age was sitting in an unknown interrogation room. The boy's hair color was dark blue and his eyes are a brighter hue of that color. His face was bruised and blood was trickling down the bridge of his nose. The entire area around him was dark and the only light there was the one that was hanging loosely above his head. He was shackled to the wooden chair underneath him. As he shook in tremendous fear and pain, he manages to answer the person's question by shaking his head left and right. "Tch!" The mysterious individual clicked his tongue in disgust. He motions to his nearby men and one of the men threw a bucket of cold water onto the young boy. Then he motions to his other men. The other man walked up to the boy and on a nearby table, he grabbed a pair of jumper cables that was attached a car battery. The man sparks the charged jumper cables in front of the boy. The boy screams in fright and begs them to stop. "No!! Stop!!! I don't know anything!!!" The man was ruthless and said, "Do it." Hearing the man ordering his men, the boy begs them to stop. "No! Stop!! Sto-mph!!" His torturer stuffed an old dingy cloth into his mouth. The boy shook in his shackled prison and tried to escape. The man sparked the jumper cables in front of him causing the boy to panic. He walks up to him and places the jumper cable onto his soaked body. A jolt of electricity rushed out the cables and shock the young boy. A muffled scream echoed in the musty and dark room.

The man pulled back the cables and remove the cloth in his mouth. The boy was breathing heavily as he tried to endure the pain. All the men left the room, leaving the boy alone in his own hell. He clenched his teeth and tears began to fall down his cheek. In a silent voice, he cries out, "Mommy... Daddy.... Why did you have to die..... Why do I have to suffer for being your son...... You two promised you wouldn't let me anything hurt me.... You two are liars..... Mommy and Daddy are liars!!" In his own mind, he didn't accept his parents anymore. The people he called Mommy and Daddy no longer existed in his own heart.

After finally ditching the liars of his life, the boy gained a sense of courage to fight back. He looks up from his chair and sees the table that held all the tools he was tortured with. He looks around the room to see if anyone was still in the room with him. Confirming that he's alone, he hops and drags himself over to the table. Once he got to the table, he looked at the arsenal they used on him. Looking at the things that bind him to the chair, they were old dusty leather straps.

He looks back at the table and saw the knife they've used to cut him with. It was a standard military issued knife. The boy reaches over and tries to grab it with his mouth. After a few tries, he manages to grab the blade. He lifts the knife off the table and brings it close to his right hand. His right hand grabs the leather handle of the knife and brings the knife close to the leather strap. He begins to cut the strap and releases his right hand. He yanks his arm out the straps and cuts in to the other strap. Half way through the other strap, one of the men returned and saw that he was escaping. "Hey you!" The armed man yells out. He rushes over and tries to stop the young boy. "Fuck!" The boy said. He removes the knife from the strap, held it by the tip of the blade, and threw it at the armed man. The knife struck him in the throat and he went down, gargling his own blood.

"Damn it..." The boy unshackled himself and walk over to the dead man. With a deadpan face, he pulls the knife out from the dead man's throat. Looking at the man's equipment, he took his time to think of what he needed the most. Leaving the assault rifle and armor behind, he only took the 9mm pistol, two grenades, the magazine of the rifle, and the two pistol magazines he found. He puts the mags in his back pocket and checks the pistol's current magazine. He presses the button that releases the cartridge and it drops. He caught it in his hand and and checks, "Hm? Fifteen rounds? These are not even 9mm, they're .45 ACPs.... Whoever these guys are, they're well equipped."