Wind and Stone(Izaya OC Mikado)

Broken wings of a flightless bird.

I pushed up on the table trying to manage some kind of movement, the leather strap on my forehead locking my almost limp body in place.

"You seem to be needing some help." A sick voice taunted in my ear "Don't worry, I am going to help you. You will thank me for this.  That is, if you survive to remember."

I pulled harder on the strap as he worked busily to complete a body scan. "How I do love before and after pictures."

As it dings, a large needle pierces my chest over my heart. "Let's get started shall we? Oh wait, I was supposed to say that before I started. Oh well." He shrugged smiling widely.

My eyes glare at the ceiling in frozen pain. My breathing burns as I begin to realize I stopped some time ago.

A loud beeping on the computer turns his attention from me. I gasp loudly while I desperately look around me hopeful in discovering some way out of this mess.

My eyes lock on the tools resting on the table next to me. I test moving my numb arm, and although I can't feel it I can see it responding.

I saw my pinky touching the edge of a thin scalpel. I turned my body to see if I could get a better grasp on it.

The scalpel falls into my hand and I quickly push it under my arm hoping I did no damage on the way.

The man is still staring at the screen and writing things down on his paper so I push my forehead up a little to make sure I cut through the leather binding, hopefully not my arm.

The sounds starts to dull on the computer as I finally brake through one arm restraint. I used the free hand to slide the binding off my head and other arm. I lean down towards my legs fumbling with the metal buckle.

The man sets down the clipboard and reaches for his gloves, slipping them on just as I am finally able to open the buckle.

I roll off the table with a grunt as my stiff body hits the floor. The wires that were connected to me rip away from my skin as I fall.

His face with suprise looks at my position before looking at the screen.

"Not enough tranquilizer doc?"I scoff and I realize I sound almost drunk. I felt my tense body waver momentarily before continuing backing up towards the door.

"Your body has done well to fight it off, but without this you won't last long." He pulls a syringe from the desk with no label.

"What is that?" My face scrunches up in nonbelief.

"The antidote." He says plainly. "The drug I administered is a trial and without this, you will be eaten from the inside out over the next few days. Or sooner."

He sets it back down before reaching into his pocket. I see the handle of a gun "Don't move!"

I aim the scalpel at his head only for him to snicker at me. He pulls the gun out more and as my chest tightens I throw the scalpel hard.

I stager forward as it makes contact with his shoulder, grabbing up the gun. I quickly reach the syringe and shove it in my pocket as I run from the room out to safety.

---------------------------------------------------

-Shinra's surgery room, present-

"Kid?" He asked again.

I remember! "My jacket!" My voice cracks as I scream.

"Huh?" The blonde looks more than lost.

"Where did you set his jacket Shizu-san?" The guy in the lab coat pushes up his glasses with his arm.

"On the couch I think."

The man in the lab coat leaves my sight before returning worth my coat in his hands.

"Chest po- *cough* pocket. He said it was an- an antidote. I think he lied. That's what I used."

He pulls out the almost empty syringe and runs to a computer on the other side of the room. I can hear the sound of beeping making my head pound harshly.

"This is Ricin!! When did you take this?!" He ran over to me and I can't help but draw back in suprise.

I breath in to answer but am finding it harder than before.

"Last night."

"What time last night?" He asks quieter but I can see he is even more serious, even with my blurry vision.

"It was aroun- *gasp* 'round three this- this morning?"

He turns towards the blonde "I have to move faster."

"Hey, they're here." A thin biker chick walks in with phone in hand followed by. . . my coat?