The Cursed Hero

A cursed rescue

The day I was saved started out just like any other day for me, by being violently kicked awake by my guards, Hans and Frans they had real names but I didnt care they were nothing but grunts, peons, just another cog in an evil machine

Hans: Get up prisoner six two zero the  doctor has more experiments for you.

Me: why do you call me that I'm the only prisoner here, also why do you say the numbers like that

Frans: It doesn't matter how he says your name prisoner now get up or we'll beat you until we have to drag you to the doctor.

Not wanting to be beaten I decide to stand and follow them, I may be unkillable but I still feel pain it's the only thing that I feel anymore. As I wall through the long winding steel corridors I think about what will be done to me today. While I am contemplating we arrive to a single room in empty hallway, the only room in this hallway, the laboratory that I have come to many times before. The door slides open to reveal a single steel table like in a morgue. Hans and Frans push me into the room and force me onto it although they don't have to try very hard I gave up on resistance a long time ago.

???: are you ready for our experiments today prisoner?

Me: of course doctor Frankenstein flip the switch whenever.

Doctor: interesting you still have a flippant attitude.

Me: no I've just given up on caring.

Doctor: ahh so thats it well then shall we begin.

The doctor begins to speak into a handheld recorder.

Doctor: beginning experiment 697 multiple stab wounds with various items on prisoner 620 subject has no living relatives. subject appears weak and malnourished his hair normally brown and bright is matted and dirty his eyes which will be part of the experiment are each a diferent color one amber and one green.

Prisoner: why does it sound like your describing a character in a story?

Doctor: apologies I've been writing alot recently an- wait why am I ergh nevermind subject is also approximately six feet two inches rather tall for his age of fifteen years.

The doctor give me another quick lookover

Doctor: The experiment will now begin. Mr. Dukes please come here.

The guard  I know as Hans approaches the doctor.

Doctor: please retrieve my items from the observation deck.

Hans nods and leaves the room

Doctor: you know I still dont understand how your quirk truly works nobody can heal as fast as you not even all might if you can even hurt him.

Hans returns with several bags grunting and breathing heavily, he sets the bags down on an adjacent table with a loud thud.

Doctor: thank you, you two may want to stand back this could get messy.

As Hans and Frans step back I hear the sound of steel being drawn, I look over to see the doctor pulling out multiple blades of various sizes and lengths from scalpels to broadswords.

Prisoner: made a trip to the renaissance festival apparently.

Doctor: we must test every vector any unknown factor must be put into the equation.

Prisoner: whats an equation?

Doctor: how do you not know what an equation is wait nevermind had you here for awhile, now enough with the small talk.

As he says this hu plunges the first blade into me a scalpel to my stomach I barely groan I'm used to this by now. He continues each blade after getting progressively bigger until by the tenth half my stomach is metal and I'm finally screaming. He removes some blades only to stab them into another part of my body.

Doctor: we must distribute everything evenly or else I wont be doing my job properly.

As he says this a boom is heard in the distance and alarms are heard.

Doctor: heroes guards keep the subject safe while I deal with hiding my findings.

Hans and Frans nod and draw they're guns I remember them well experiment 342 multiple gunshot wounds. As the doctor leaves I look at the damage done my arms and legs are pinned and six blades are pierced into my torso keeping me stuck to this damned table. I sigh and wait. We've had this happen before some poor fledgling hero thinks they can become bigshots if they take on an evil lair by themselves well you can guess how that go's. I then hear another boom, closer this time, I felt something then that I haven't felt in a very long time, hope.

Eraserhead's POV

As I made my way through the facility flanked by all might I wondered how we hadn't found this place before ehh whatever lets just get through this so I can go home and sleep. I notice two guards guarding a single room in a empty hallway, suspicious I veer of my current course to deal with these fools. It was easy enough I just dodged their bullets and slammed their heads together knocking them out then enter the room they were guarding. I see a young man impaled on a table multiple times, I walk to him slowly not really wanting to see the dead man's face, however as I take a step forward his head turns toward me.

???: astounding.

What? This isn't a man it a boy a young teenager how is he even alive he's covered in blood.

???: are you here to rescue me?

He looks at me blankly as I nod my head not quite trusting my voice.

???: good then take these things out of me their cold.

I shake my head

Eraserhead: I can't by the looks of it your just barely alive, if i take any out you'll bleed to death.

???: god I wish it was that easy, unfortunately from what the good doctor has found nothing can kill me. Don't believe me go ahead pull one out.

I look at him hesitantly before grabbing the smallest blade in his arm even if I pull it out he could still die but this an area easily patched.

Prisoner's POV

As I watch the man hesitate I can't help but chuckle, causing him to stare at me again.

Prisoner: go ahead like I said it won't kill me, just rip it out so I can move my arm and take the rest out.

He stares at me for a bit longer then suddenly pulls the scalpel out of my arm and half a second after the blade leaves my flesh it as if nothing was there at all.

???: what the?

Prisoner: thank you kindly stranger.

As I begin the tedious process of removing the other blades the man continues to stare at me, as I remove the last blade from my leg I hop off the table and give the man a slight bow.

Prisoner: I thank you, now if you'll excuse me I have a doctor to kill.

???: wait kid, who are you, how are you not dead?

Prisoner: who I am matters not, and how I am alive, well, I guess you could call it my curse.

I walk away towards where the doctor left. It's time for the doctor's checkup.