Immaculate Misconceptions Motionless In White

kuza

The room was spinning uncontrollably and his vision was blurred. His feet felt heavy as he moved them underneath himself in order to catch his footing and stand. Everything was so numb that his foot slipped and the chains rattled as his weight yanked against them. His head lolled back and forth as he mumbled something to himself. He would blink slowly, each blink slowed the spinning and helped him focus on his surroundings. He coughed dryly. There was a fowl taste in his mouth and a stench that made his stomach churn. Something wasn't right... His feet scuffled against the floor again as he caught his footing. He took a deep breath as he stood there for a moment, his arms raised high. There was something different... He'd hiss as he looked down at himself. His jeans were badly ripped in the front and his shirt was torn and dirty. His feet were covered in dirt and cuts. His underwear was missing... What did they do to him? Did they... no. They couldn't have. He remembered the feeling of his bowels releasing and hung his head in embarrassment at the thought. They must've cleaned him up.

No one seemed to be around. He'd jerk a shoulder forward in frustration causing the shackles to clank loudly against each other. he yanked at them again... and again and again. They rattled violently and he let out a ferocious scream similar to the ones he did at shows. He wasn't an animal. He wasn't going to be hung out to dry. He thrashed at them and yanked at them. Something in his shoulder popped and he let out a painful yell,

"MOTHER FUCKER!" He hissed, pushing himself against the wall as his shoulder seemed to be on fire. He clenched his jaw as he turned his head as much as he could. There was a bone sticking out oddly from his shoulder. He has dislocated it.

There was the sound of a door opening causing Chris to look away from his self inflicted injury. The man with the glasses who controlled the electric chair approached him with a needle in his hands. He stood before Chris stiffly, his eyes focusing on Chris' shoulder as he twirled the needle between his fingers.

"You hurt yourself." The man murmured.

"No shit!" Chris snapped, "Get away from me with that shit!" He glared at the needle.

"I need to push it back in." He made an advance towards Chris. Chris' leg shot out but he yelped as the shackled tugged at his arm. The man used this distraction to stab the needle into a vein in Chris' neck. Chris gasped and jerked away slightly but the cool liquid began to take effect and the muscles in Chris' body began to relax. He felt numb and couldn't move as the man walked to one lever and began to lower Chris' dislocated arm first then moved to the next to lower Chris' good arm until Chris was able to drop into a sitting up position.

The man adjusted him and Chris could only watch with a blank expression as he placed one hand firmly on Chris' shoulder and another on the bone that stuck out. With a firm push the bone fell back into place. Chris would've screamed at the amount of pain that seared through him but he couldn't even muster a sound. His eyes watered but he was incapable of reacting. The man would leave him there again completely useless. He couldn't even struggle. The numb, warm feeling left him irritated, frustrated, and upset. All he could do was stare into the room and for the first time he truly felt alone.

And he began to cry.

In his numb state, warm tears flowed down his cheeks. But don't think he cried because he was scared or because he was giving up. He cried for all the kids he'd stood up for. They'd be disappointed in him. He should be stronger than this. He should be fighting harder than this.

Only a whimper of a sound escaped his lips as he attempted to speak. He tried to move but every part of him felt like it weighed 1000 pounds. He became fully alarmed when he heard the fast pace walking of someone upstairs. His eyes were the only thing capable of moving as he followed the sound to the stairs that were just barely visible. Whoever it was looked back up them, then to the other side of the room where the man has walked off to before advancing towards Chris.