Eduardo x Jon Story

Back at home and I don't think this is Legal.

WARNING: JON IS IN DEEP SHIT. HE WILL BE ABUSED.
Please. Please don't hate me. I am sorry xccccc
Happy and cuddly times in the end....but it's a long way a way.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Mark yelled at an angry Eduardo who sat on the couch with his arms crossed.
"It was his fault."
Mark glared, "and just what did he do Ed? What in God's name did Jon, do to you?"
Eduardo didn't respond, only growling at the floor.
"I get it. You have have issues, we all do." Mark continued in a stern tone, "But this has gone on long enough. Just because your child hood fucked you over doesn't mean you can take it out on someone else."
"I don't have issues," Eduardo growled.
"Really, because I think considering what just happened, you do."
Eduardo scoffed, "whatever."
Mark sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to get through the American's thick skull.
He paced to the entryway and grabbed his purple jacket off of the coat rack.
"I'm going to look for Jon, maybe you'll actually have an epiphany and apologize like a decent human being."

Eduardo rolled his eyes as Mark opened the front door. "He always comes back anyways."

Mark stopped with only a foot out the door, "you know, one day he won't." With that Mark shut the door, leaving Eduardo on his own.
"Tch, yeah right," Eduardo grumbled. Yet there was a unsettling feeling in his stomach and for a moment he considered that Jon could leave.

Jon awoke on a cold hard surface. His back was killing him, caused by a pain in his head that trailed down to his neck. It was a throbbing pain that made him want to sit up. When he tried, he found he couldn't. He blinked away the sleep in his eyes, becoming more coherent when a bright light snapped on over his face.
He jolted, surprised at the sudden light. "W..where am i?"

"Ah, so your awake project 0.1"
A man leaned into Jon's field of vision. He wore a Labcoat, and medical mask  hung under his chin. In his left hand he held a clipboard and the right was a pen.

"My name is Jon," Jon corrected.

The man frowned at the lack of compliance and jotted down a few notes, "you will be referred to that of which I call you."

Jon tried to sit up again, slowly coming out of stupor.
Why couldn't he move?
He turned his head to the side, catching the sight of his left arm, which was bound tightly.
He jerked his head over to the other and glanced down to find his legs as bound aswell.

"W-what is this!?"

"Calm down. You are an experiment. You are only strapped to keep you from self harm and harming others.

Jon continued to struggle despite the man's words.
The man sighed boredly, "do I have to sedate you?"
He pulled out a syringe from his labcoat pocket for proof.

"Nonono!" Jon's eyes widened fearfully. "I'll calm down."
The doctor shrugged and put the syringe away.

"Project 0.1, you are here because we have noticed you are able to heal at a very fast rate. We will test you and a few others to see if these findings are accurate.
If so, we will test your durabillity. Then we will try and enhance your immune system and your healing to literally seconds rather than of a normal human.

Jon bit his lips nervously, "i-is this legal?"

The doctor smiled a crooked smile, "nope, hold still."
He flipped on something akin to the sound of a drill.
Immediately after the sound Jon felt something press into his lower arm.

His screams echoed over the left wing of the Red Army base.

I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY XC