One Shots

45. [The Heart On The Edge Of Insanity]

He was lying on the ground. That was about as much as he could tell of his situation.

Jett's eyes drooped against his will. Despite his best attempts to fight off the anesthesia, the darkness took over once more, plunging him into unconsciousness. All he could see as the black void shrouded him was the face of pure evil.

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Jett woke up in complete darkness, unable to move.

If it wasn't for the sheer absurdity of his own situation, he would've started panicking. It was just like in his nightmares. Why did his nightmares always become reality in some way or another?

His fingers ached. The part of his face that remained charred and scarred from the burn he had gotten long ago as a result of getting a fire grenade thrown straight at him was starting to throb. His knees and arms were begging to be moved after being chained together and staying still for so long.

But he couldn't.

Jett continued to lay there on his side. The numbness that crept its way up his arm began to spread to the rest of his body, but he couldn't do much about it. In a sense, Jett welcomed it: the burning pain that seeped into his bones became a bit dull against the numbing, bringing a temporary relief that he so longed for.

What happened?...Through the fogginess that began to clear away, bits and pieces of his memory floated back to him. A crying face, the feeling of being pulled away, the piercing of a needle into his neck...

Ah...he was kidnapped. Probably, most likely. No...this was something he did on purpose. An exchange, he was starting to remember.

A strange creaking sound emanated in the space, like a door in a rickety house. His vision remained black, and it was only as footsteps grew closer that the realization dawned on him: Jett was blinded. Was it a blindfold? He couldn't feel one over his face...so what was going on? It wasn't making him feel any calmer.

"You know, I always said I wanted to see you grovel on the ground, but you look even more pathetic now, you know that?" A drawling voice cooed. "I wish I could frame this moment forever, but you know, duty calls."

That voice...it was familiar. The cloudiness in Jett's mind wouldn't let him make the connection.

"I got stuck taking care of you and all the other tests, so I'm not gonna wait. C'mon, you dead weight."

Jett was pulled up into a sitting position. He was thrown over someone's shoulder, that much he could feel. Where was this person taking him? Why couldn't Jett remember?

It was only after the blindfold (so he was wearing one, he supposed) was removed and he was able to adjust his eyesight did the memories piece back together.

That bleached blonde hair that began to grow black at the roots, that pointed face with sharp eyes that looked even more harsh when he did a smug grin...

"Aren't ya surprised to see me again?" Eiji Kawasaki said, snapping a handcuff closed around Jett's ankle to keep him bound to a table in the room. "Bet you didn't expect me to still hang around."

His sadism was still as prominent as ever. Even though Jett knew that Eiji's personality was a facade, it didn't make it any less annoying. His signature tattered coat and bandanas were gone, replaced with a simple doctor's coat and black clothes underneath. He was playing the role a little too well.

"No words?" Eiji sounded disappointed. "Well, they haven't given you water for a while, so your throat prolly feels burnt like your face does, don't it?"