It's Huckleberry Flavour

Chapter One

Ugh... Everything... Everything hurts...so...much...

But more importantly... Where's Percy?

Arthur struggles to open his eyes, feeling like he could sleep for another few years. Finally, they open just a bit. He squints at the blurry room, having a hard time without his glasses.

Great... No glasses.

He tries to move, but a sharp pain shooting from the left side of his waist stops him short with a sharp cry. Arthur goes still, then opens his eyes wider. He sees another blurry figure in the white bed next to him.

"Percival? Is that you?" Arthur whispers loudly, waiting for an answer.

"Arthur, where are your glasses?" Percy replied slower than usual, seemingly every word labored greatly.

"I don't know, I can't really see... I can't move either. Everything hurts." He even noticed how he was slower with his speech than usual. He felt lethargic, and like he wasn't even in his own body. Was he... Was he drugged?

"I know... I real... I really, hurt." Percy replied with difficulty, moving his arms loosely with a grimace of pain. Not like Arthur could see it anyway.

Arthur groaned loudy,"Great. This is just great, someone has drugged and kidnapped us. What are we supposed to do now? We can't get anywhere in this-"

"I can't hear you." Percy replied his usual when Arthur started speaking too fast or mumbled, or happened to be a little too confusing in general for him.

"I know, I'm sorry." Arthur said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling the beginnings of a headache.

Percy, despite being sore, sat up, and saw Arthur's glasses on the floor. He bent down with great difficulty, and finally grabbed them. He threw them at Arthur, grimacing with pain once again.

"Your glasses. They were on the floor..." Percy scooted back till he rested against the wall. Arthur greatfully grabbed his glasses, and put them on. After a few blinks, everything was a little clearer.

"Thank you, Percy."

"Your welcome."

They both looked at the door, the second voice not being Percy for sure. It sounded like an adult. A tall man with a long lab coat walked in. He held a little board in his arms as he walked over.

"You're awake."

Arthur glared, "Last time I checked, most people don't sleep with their eyes open."

"You're the sarcastic one, yes?" The man rose a brow, nodding at the door. Two constables walked in, standing at both beds. He snapped, and they pressed Arthur and Percy into the beds. Arthur cried out in pain, and Percy groaned.

"I'm Dr. Devoe, nice to meet you boys." The doctor smiled, nothing sincere about it. He pulled out a syringe that you'd use to feed instead of injecting someone. It had a pale, but strong color of purple to it. He walked over to Arthur, who struggled to no avail, and bent down.

"Its Huckleberry flavour, I hope you like it." He shoves it in Arthur's mouth, pressing it down to make sure it went in his throat. Arthur coughed and coughed, trying not to swallow it. In the end, he had swallowed. It didn't taste like Huckleberry. It tasted like someone spewed in his mouth. He gagged, trying to keep it down. Eventually, it subsided, and he gave up his struggle.

The doctor walked over to Percy, who couldn't figure what he'd done wrong. He wrenched Percival's mouth open, smiling at the surprised cry that was filled with pain as well. He did the same as he has done to Arthur, except Percy hadn't gagged. Percy was picky, so it surprised Arthur in this very moment that Percival hadn't gagged, pushed him away, or spit it out.

It was terrible having to do this. They didn't have to, but they were forced to do so. It was going okay for what it was, until Percy started hyperventilating, weakly pushing at the constable holding him down.

"It, it... Hurts! Stop it... I can't breathe..." Percy cried out with each tremling breath. It never really hit Arthur until then just about what Percival was crying about. A painful numbness started to spread within his limbs.

"I can't... Stop, please..." Arthur pleaded slowly, having to think how to breathe properly without stopping. It hurt to move anything, but it was a chilling numbness that started to render his body useless.

The doctor put a fake frown on, "Oh dear, I forgot to tell you that. This medicine might make you a little... numb." He laughed and walked out. Arthur grabbed weakly onto the constable's arms. They were wearing... masks. Masks? Why? His breathing had become too slow to properly speak without taking a painful breath every other word.

"Why are... they doing... this?" Arthur took a shaky, uneven breath after some difficulty. Tears streamed down his bruised cheeks, his glasses no use anymore. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to see this useless prison of his.

He could faintly hear Percival crying with what breath he had, taking large gulps of air every now and then. Arthur slowly turned his head to see Percival weakly clawing at his throat.

It made Arthur's heart tear. He wanted to cry. And so he did.