Fixing Us [Shadam/Adashi Fanfiction] ✳️

Fixing Us

Shirt screamed, and that's when it all went to hell. Memories flashed before him. Pain erupted from the stump where his arm used to be. Flashed of unfinished memories circling around his head. He stumbled and fell to the ground. His reality was altered again.

The cell was now not where he was.

The lights were bright. Blinding white rays landing in his sight. He winced, panic seizing him. All he could feel was pain.

A gag was in his mouth. A thick strip of leather that dug into his skin with every inch he moved. His hands and feet were stuck to a table. The smell of sanitizer filled his nose. A mix of bleach and window cleaner burned his nostrils and the back of his throat.

Honerva faced him, blocking the lights. Shiro stopped. His body slowed, the kicking and screaming he desperately tried to do was sluggish and eventually gone. His muscles were locked painfully, his jaw going slack against his will.

Honerva lifted her hand. Her boney fingers stroked his hair. Then she stroked him again, going from his cheek bone to his temple.

"Pitiful human," she hissed at him. Her yellow eyes were slits as she furred her eyebrows. Shiro had tears running down his face. He trembled now, but he had no control over his body. He couldn't bring himself to move.

"Now, now, stop cowering. We are going to make you strong. We'll make you great." She hushed at him. A few muffled moans were released from the gag. Saliva gathering in the back of his throat.

Without warning, someone released his right arm. It stayed against the cold examination table. Shiro sobbed.

He needed out, he couldn't do this.

His arm was then jerked violently. A snap was heard, the crack of his bone leading to immense pain.

He screamed again and again. Tears flooding his vision, a purple glow and the sound of a saw blade overtaking his senses.

The memories started again. This time, it was about the lions.

He got up slowly, the pain in his shoulder a dull throb. His heart hammered against his chest as the memories slowed.

Maybe the scientists were taking pity on him? Maybe they were finally cancelling the memory extraction?

The migraine he received did his positive thoughts no justice. Shiro held his head tightly. Applying pressure to his temples to try and make the pain he was feeling lessen. He crouched to the ground. His knees were to his chest and his eyes were burning.

He felt hands on his back. He turned sharply to see Zarkon. Evilly grinning, by Zarkon's side, was Kuron.

Shiro cried out. He begged the examiners to stop. He pleaded to whatever gods above there were and sobbed until he ran out of tears. Never once had any of his teammates been a focused memory. Only the painful, terror filled memories were the ones he had to relive.

"Get me out," he begged.

"Please, let me out."