deadlox's pov
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I close to the ground, but I wasn't on my knees. I was standing up.
was I in a memory? a kid again?
I look in the broken glass on the floor.
oh my god. they changed me into a little girl. THATS MY FRIGGIN' HYBRID!? A GIRL?!?!
no, I wasnt changed into a girl. she looked nothing like me. unless they gave me plastic surgery. that would explain the pain every where, they completely changed me.
"COME HERE!" I hear someone yell. they sound familiar in my dream, but im sure ive never heard that voice before. they storm into the room im in and grab me. much like his voice, his eyes were tinted with insanity.
I remember those eyes.
he starts to bring me to the room which changed me forever, even though I didn't change much yet because of extreme pain.
he brings me to the table, but it looks new, and doesn't have blood from previous victims.
then the awful episode of pain happens again.
I scream even louder than I did the first time. maybe because im still in pain, I don't want it to happen again, this is not me im guessing so im a little girl here and little girl scream loud, he had different not as efficient equipment, or I knew what was coming. maybe all of those together.
I cant go through this again.
I rather die.
I rather burn in hell.
I rather do anything to hurt myself besides this. anything.
"deadlox, whats wrong?" his face curled into a evil grin.
I start to scream harder, knowing I was about to die. I might as well scream so hard everybody in hell to the aether would hear me. I know it wont do anything. I know nobody is saving me. I know that I might as well annoy the shit out of him before im gone forever.
he pressed the button and got started.
