Hello... I don't really have an A/N note to start this chapter. So I'm going to start with numbers.
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I will Translate any language I put in here to English cause my guy is just so great like that :)
096 Pov.
It's been one year, Five months, Two weeks, Seventeen days, fourteen hours and Fifty seconds.
Yet.There's one-hundred and eighty six Doors. Two-hundred and fifteen keys. Five lab rats. Twelve Doctors. Fifteen nurses. Fifty telephones/cellphones. Six lab rooms. Twenty-two windows. And one exit.
And still haven't gotten the hell out of here!
I scream and thrash in pure agony trying, hoping there's a way to get out of this. I keep pulling my tied up yet irritated red, swollen wrists from the rope I'm allergic too.
"the more you pull the more your hands are swollen and last time that happen, we didn't get the EpiPen in time" the bastard says wearing round harry potter glasses and a white lab coat holding a clip board while he is examining my outrage.
"YA udostoveryus', chtoby nakormit' vas kakiye-libo khimicheskiye veshchestva, v etom proklyatom dome i gnit', gde ad zhdet vas "-Translate-"I will make sure to feed you any chemicals in this damn building and rot where hell is waiting for you"
the doctor sighed and got out a small black controller with a big red button on it and I quickly shut my eyes for the impact as I scream of pure pain from being electrocuted for 5 seconds.
Longest five seconds ever.
I thrashed out more aggressively trying to get out of the chair being tied and held captive too. Making such noise in this empty small white room. Knocking myself and the chair over with a loud thud as the room echoes the noise over and over again a sound to my ears ringing with much alarm. I breathe heavily shutting my eyes close as my heart beats faster then ever. it's over. I say to myself to bring calmness in me but it didn't work. Shaking uncontrollably now as I hyperventilate with much need of air. Hearing his footsteps from the ground the room is suddenly much louder. Within each approaching steps my head starts pounding at the noise he makes and I can't seem to take my heart out of my throat as I start to feel like I've been choking on nothing. But feels like there's no air going through my lungs.
" No languages 096" as he sounds annoyed I just took the moment to just breathe and swallow my own salvia to my sore dry throat. Suddenly I was being lifted up and my eyes shot up with pure rage. I thrashed and bump my own head really hard at the doctors head as he cried out, dropping me back on the floor and himself fell with a thump. My eyes glaring at him as a strand of black hair fall in front of me with beads of sweat mixed with blood dripping from my forehead.
"why you son of a bitc-" stumbling up he grabbed the clipboard and hit me severely times with it, me grunting at every hit I started to cough up blood tasting more like metal then ever. Soon he was finish and dropped the now bloody clipboard on to the bloody puddle of the floor as I'm laying right next to it. Catching his breath, his chest inhales dramatically and exhales loudly as he is running through his hair with his trembly, bloody red hands. Being it a mess before he gritted his teeth looking down upon me as his pupils was dilated on me with pure rage like he wanted to finish me off. I just laughed like his face was priceless. And indeed it was.
When I thought I couldn't get any more insane.
Seeing my reflection across the room his definitely broken a rib, forehead has huge cut with non stop bleeding, swollen eye that will probably form purple soon, broken fingers, twisted ankle, bloody kneecaps, bloody gums, broken jaw and a busted lip because not only did he use his clipboard as his weapon he used his fists too.
"get him ought a here! piece of shit!" the doctor yelled as he storm out the door still with rage
I was being lifted again grunting because it hurt as I see the black and white tiles forming into a pattern while the floor moves faster and faster. I hold on tight to the walkie talkie, the abusive doctor had around in one of his lab coat pocket. Which I successfully aimed for.
Suddenly being held in another room offly too similar like the other one except this one doesn't have my blood and sweat in it. Well yet anyways
I look up too see a doctor with a disgusted expression on his face as he is yelling something with his hands looking and pointing at me I turn on the walkie talkie. It buzzed for a bit until I heard a deep voice
"get this boy some bandages and fix em up now! This is horrifying!" I grin wickedly with my bloody teeth as I stare at delight to this person I never seen before. He look at me again and had more of a disgusted face expression.
"and a dentist while your at it!"
I cover my device quickly tucking it under my shirt. Nurses came flying in having bunch of band aids and aid kits and medical devices and machines. All coming to fix little old me. I just sat there and stare at the doctors inside the other room, where there's a display window keeping me from stabbing all of there eyes and hands with a pen. Oh and the chair too but whatever.
Finally the nurses were done with my wounds as I was all bandaged and stitched up. Also having a pirate eye patch.
"what's up with the eye patch?" the doctor says as he holds the button to the microphone so I can hear him speak then he lets go sitting back in his chair
"Nou als ik ga in hier Ik kan net zo goed krijgen een schip en een bemanning. Peter Pan is niet van plan om zich vast te leggen nu is hij?"-Translate-"Well if I'm going to be in here I might as well get a ship and a crew. Peter pan isn't going to capture himself now is he?"
"translate that. get it on speaker." the doctor says, tapping his cell phone device to the other doctor
"oh right yes"
the man slouches and sighs and looks at me carefully as I smirk. He turns over to another nurse.
A blonde girl holding a clipboard and reading it to this other doctor I never saw before and I know all the doctors here, believe me.
He kept staring at me trying to figure me out I turn on the walkie talkie as I just glare at him.
"096. Gender male. Height 5,1. Weight 115. Age 11. Orphanage for 9 years. Parents never been heard or seen after there escape. Brown hair. Green eyes. Aggressive temper. Can speak four languages. Has unimaginable mental power."
"Thank you Lucy that's enough."
The blonde nerd woman suddenly stops talking and slowly turns her neck to face the back of the mans head covered in dark brown hair. Still focusing his eyes on mine. I stare with anger and hatred. The blonde nodded "Doctor" as she walk away holding the clip board tightly turning her knuckles white.
"what did he say Doc?" the man says just examining me.
"he said-" as the other man squint his eyes in confusion or can't see the little words which I doubt he has glasses as well.
"something about a donkeys flying to earth in your penis??" the doctor says and I laughed so hard tears flowing down each cheek as my stomach starts to hurt. They didn't catch a single word I said. The man's nose starts to flare as he huffed, his face turns sour and skin turns red matching his bloodline to a tomato or a cherry.
"What hour did he last doze off?" I scoff. I don't sleep. not in this hell hole.
The man look at me suspiciously like he knows that I know I can hear him. Gripping tighter to the walkie talkie I look over to where the other man is sitting beside the doctor looking through flies and papers to answer the tomato heads question. Ugh Same lab coat. Same room. Same Plan.
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