deadlox's pov
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I wake up in that hellish table.
this isn't fair. one time isn't fair. but THREE isnt ok.
I look to my side. oh, lucky me. right when its getting started.
I feel an excruciating pain on my leg. I feel like its going to melt off. I look down.
were they burning an ID on my fucking leg?
it comes off. they were.
DEADLOX, EXPERIMENT 720652893004
that's how many experiments there have been?
the monster let me off of the hellish table.
I fall over.
"ugh... I need some help over here! get him out!"
I hear foot steps.
I dont even look up. I really don't want to.
he helps me up and we limp to the only exit.
the person who helped me opened the door and ran as fast as he could leaving me in the dust.
I lay there for awhile, I could understand wanting to get away.
then I realize I have to get back. jenna probabaly thinks I died or something.
I start to drag myself. its better than to hear the numerous tortures screams and wails.
*some time later*
im utterly lost.
and im not going that fast either.
"deadlox?"
I turn my head to see seto.
"hey." I say quiet and weakly.
"uhm... do you want help?"
"if you could help me home id be great."
"that I shall do."
