..killed my broken life

I could feel the excruciating pain in my stomach rise to my chest , I stared at the doctor's around me . My eyes blurred , it was an improvement from my usual practically blind ones. My head acked  I felt like sleeping but the drugs provented that. I couldn't help but gage at the putrid smell of my own blood . l managed to turn on my back , to my surprise the doctors allowed it ,usual they would of  forced me down with straps , chains , or anything suitable at the time . I sighed as I remembered how they ripped into my wrist and legs sometimes drew blood.I mentally cried not because of the pain but the fact I was used to it by now. I stared at the lights flicker ahead of me ,they used to be a bright yellow but they know shined of a dull red. They constantly remined me I was a mere experimental subject , that I had no rights , I knew that well now. A surge of pain hit me once again I knew if I tried to fight the drug keeping me awake , the punishment would be worst than last time ...... it  always was.

narrators POV

"Another failed attempt ", said a man in a lab coat ."This thing is useless", said a young looking doctor kicking the metal table Ken layed on on . Ken fell to the ground , his brown hair covering his eye as blood flowed from it . He tired to lift himself up , holding onto the metal table legs . He was incredibly thin for his age , his eyes blurred as he looked around him, then he say the doctor . He recognized  him immediately as Dr . Houston , a flash of fare shout trough his eyes. Houston smirked at this , as Ken quivered in his huge long shadowy over look , that seemed to swallow his thin small  figure. "Ken,"said Houston peering down at the small being . Ken's head twicthed upwards , was that my name. Ken thought .He had not heard it for so long , usually they'd say it or thing or creature when they addressed him. "Hey Ken",said Houston Ken looked up at him and said,"y..yes". Ken felt his body immediately rise as he relieved Houston was holding him by the collar . "Yes who",he said bringing Ken closer,"y..yes sir h..hous...Houston". Houston let go causing Ken to drop to the ground . "hah the beast speaks",Houston said hysterically.The man in the lab coat spoke up ,"Maybe you should be careful you might hirt him". Houston turned around clearly angry ,"are you telling me how to do my job, Dr . Vincent." He came up close to him. Vincent could smell Houston's breath as he spoke,"Don't tell me how to do my job , by the way that's a it not him". Ken managed to stand and looked on to the best of his abilities , he was used to the darkness of his room and in effect made it hard to see in the day. When he released what had happened he felt a wave of gilt . He started to hate the fact anyone could care for a freak when it could cause them trouble , in Vincent's case, cause him to lose his job. "It's ok", he said in a soft but horse voice . Hearing this Houston backed away from Vincent only to soon after playfully rap his hand around Ken's small frame . Ken sent a Vincent a frail smile thats all he could manage to do.  "Are you sure?"said Vincent . Ken could feel Houston's grip tightened as if threatening to snap him in half  if he were to say anything out of bonds . "yes ,"said Ken softly for Houston's grip made it hard to breathe . "You see , now it would do good just to do you job scientist Vincent Nicolas Sarkozy ", said Houston with a tone that made Ken shiver in fare. The room carried a uncomfortable silence , until Houston let go of him and left.

Ken's POV

After he left Dr Vincent helped me up he seemed worried but what did I know I couldn't see him properly . "Ken are you ok,"I heard him say , l twicthed upwards to meet him holding his hand out . I hesitantly took it . He pulled me up and placed me on the steal table . It was cold under me and sent chills up my spine I latched onto the rim , that table always made me tense usually something painful would follow . "Dr Vincent ,"I said looking up at him as he fingered with a pair of pure black spectacles. Black , white and red were the only colors I could see normally . He looked down at me as if insulted by my words . "please don't call me that,"said Vincent ,"if this is what it takes to be a doctor I don't want the title ".He pointed at my practically mangled body when he said "this". I soon questioned his action but then understood when I spotted a photo of two children one blonde the other brunette and a smiling beautiful burnette women. That must be his family they're beautiful . Dr Vincent deserves it...my thoughts were interrupted be Vincent's voice it was shaking, "I couldn't do this to my children , how can they ...do ...this to ...".he was unable to finish so I spoke up as load as my horse voice could let me ,"It's ok , I mean I'm not their child  and even my parents didn't want me so don't worry about it ". He seemed to stare at me in shock but even though this , he knew I was telling the truth I would never be viewed as a human being , not by them even if they had children . I even knew some doctors with children , even doctor Houston had a little girl about three years. "Dr.. I mean Mr . Vincent can you do my a favor ", I said looking up at him after he had come back to reality . "yes",he said ."Don't speak up to Dr Houston , if you lost your job there would be no one to take care of them ,"I said my eyes facing the picture. He  turned following my eyes , then turned giving me a smile . I smiled back in here these were the moments I treasured because they never seem to last long enough. A sudden pain hit my sides I turned to see a needle and broken glass on my left side , I let out a gasp for air . One that was immediately noticed  by Vincent , at this point a feeling of dizziness and then a hard thud as my head hit the metal table top , Vincent's voice rang throughout the air as I heard the scattering of legs , I didn't bother to lesson in as my eyes began to close ...I just felt so sleepy...so tired.

Vincent's POV

I watched in horror as the boy dropped , revealing a stab wound and the culprit a needle and shattered glass I recognized it as the one I had left on the table tray . It must of fallen to the ground when Ken had fallen to the floor thanks to a certain doctor. My instinct kicked in as I screamed for help , pulling out as many chords as I could. I could see Ken's eyes fliker he was obviously getting sleepy . At this point tons of doctors scattered the room right before I lost eye contact , I saw his eyes close. God I hope he's just sleeping.

Ken's POV

I awoke to utter darkness , to tell the truth I questioned if I was even awake. It was cooled and there wasn't a window in "veiw". I stumbled across on all fours feeling my way around . Then  I found it I wasn't totally sure how it looked . But it was given .... well more used as threat a while back. ..

flash back ...

Look , little thing  do you see this , said Houston looking down at me. I stared up at him confused I was almost blind. I heard him laugh hysterically.He handed it to me . I touched it to try and identify it  I could tell it was a doll but a almost distroyed . It's face was burnt and it was missing a hand , there was little hair . I rubbed the little hair it had , I didn't care about it's state I was glad for it . But my thoughts were cut short from Houston's bumming voice , "this is your equal and the only contact outside the operation room ok .Any action outside of our orders are forbidden or there will be punishment".I didn't understand how much meaning that word had back then ....

flash back over. ..

But I do now , l rubbed the doll's hair trying to dismiss the thoughts that came to mind . Each ended with death , something I've decided  was not the answer , I mean I've tried it before . I suppose you can guess how that worked out . I started back on my hands trying to navigate around the room when a sharp pain made itself known in my sides . I couldn't help but whimper in pain.  Just then the door opened light flooding the room, I felt two pair of hands grab me. When I was able to force my eyes open I was meet with numerous amounts of doctors , then I remembered what had happened . I frantically looked around I could make out Dr Houston and an older doctor yelling at him , I tried to lesson in but I felt so sleepy.  I made out a few words , research,  time , out , it . The older man pointed at me a few times but all I could do was stare back then I was excruted to ... you know what , I was too tired to lesson so I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Vincent's POV

I watched as Dr Wenston barked at Houston apparently they were having a interview with the media , I guess it was to clear any suspicions about their "research"and Ken had to make an appearance to keep everything believable.  I heard him yeil if it's not ready in time your out of here.  Houston yeiled back, you can't do that.  Last time I checked I can.  I couldn't help but narrate as they spoke well yeiled at one another . There was a burning pain when he pointed at Ken and said it. Since I've come here simple words as it or thing have gained so much meaning than they should.  When the conversation was over I watched as Ken is excurted away probably to have his wounds treated. I decided to tag along if Ken was going into public there were number of wounds to take care .I followed them  ,for about an hour I was forced to wait , when I was let in I came to see ken sitting up right on the metal  table he seemed to look down in shame . The other doctors left the room I slowly made my way over to him . He seemed scared but that was to be expected for as far as I know he's never left this place. I placed my hand in his as a reassuring jesture , but I soon felt trickles of something  warm and sticky I look to see blood running down from his eye . I frantically grabe a cloth and try my best to stop the bleeding.  When did this happen I asked  "earlier when I fell off the table he answered. "I curse under my breath then looked back up . Taking the bandages from the counter I cover the eye then used a medical eyepatch to keep it in place. I then brushed down his hair so it covered this detail.  He smiled at me. Then I noticed the baggy sweater they had given him , probably to cover him up . The only flay in their(que sarcasm)brilliant plan was Ken himself has a thin and frail body  that did not fit the body of someone his age.The baggy sweater atleast gives his upper half a little size , but then there were his eyes they were a discoloured white like purple with speaks of blue. I guess I got rid of half that problem , but well lets just hope for some I don't know justice.