Luther thought he felt dread before. Like when he realized his own mortality when he was 12. Throwing up from the panic of oblivion potentially being all that waits for him after his demise.
But the dread he was feeling now made him nearly faint. He was looking at his very own voice box. He didn't even know you could remove them. He could barely breath. Was that because of the removal? What is happening to him. Was he gonna be brutally picked apart piece by piece. And being awake to feel every single second of it. He began to shake and yank at his restraints. Fully spamming his body in an attempt to escape his current predicament.
Luther's panic filled mental spiral was interrupted with a hard slap. Landing directly on his nose and eyes. "Will you shut up, kid? What are you freakin' out about? Not like we removed your larynx or something." The doctor spoke. Luther couldn't understand why this man was acting like this was no big deal. The doctor sat and watched Luther. His panic confusing to the cold, desensitized man. He ran hid fingers through his black, messy hair, scratching his head like he was slowly wearing down his confusion with his nails. A moment of empathy finally came to the man, he realized the boy must have been freaking out over losing his voice box. "Kid, you do know we're gonna put this thing back in you. I don't know whether you medical technology available to the public is that advanced yet. But don't worry, we'll definitely give you A voicebox. You'll probably be thankful when we're done." The man let out a sinister chuckle. He was planning something. Luther's mind tried to come up with what exactly awaited him but it was cut short by a pair of double doors opening.
3 people wearing the exact same surgical gear as the man entered and hurriedly walked toward him. "Dr. Jameson you better have removed that fucking voice box or I swear to god. I do NOT want to have to wear ear plugs for an entire fucking surgery AGAIN. My ears were sore for an entire fucking DAY after we tried to operate on that mutt during the beginning phase of the experiments." A female doctor shouted angrily at the man, his name apparently being Dr.Jameson. Jameson rolled his eyes, his rolling with them. "Cool your tits, man. I remembered to cut out the kids shout box. And I'm sure this is gonna be better then a dog. Humans have something that let's them survive things like this that animals just don't have. I'm guessing this since this IS the first experiment.". The other surgeons remained silent. Their eyes clearly tired of these antics. Only one of them spoke up in a tired voice "can we just get this over with guys. I'm not like you people, I have SOME emotions still. Cutting open a kid this young is pretty brutal man. Let's just get this finished so I can sleep easier at night.". Every surgeon agreed with the statement. Jameson grabbed a scalpel. And the other surgeons following suit in preparing for the upcoming operation.
Luther began to shake even harder. Tears forming and running down his cheek. His bladder emptying from the fear. Which was emptied out into a silver pan. He hadn't even realized, he had a tube in him. That only worsened his panic, he's never felt anything like this before and he was terrified. One of the surgeons grumbled something and then held down Luther's head. The surgeon made a gesture and another handed them a syringe filled with a cloudy liquid. He injected the boy with it. The boy began to lose control of his limbs. His arms, legs, everything, even his head and neck went limp. The only thing Luther could move was his eyes and eyelids.
All be could do now was panic and fear what was to come. One of the surgeons started to bring a scalpel and other surgical tools up to his eye. " oh my fucking god hid eyes are moving. Bring me that shit that stops that .". One of ther other surgeons gave them another syringe full a cloudy, slightly yellow liquid. Another tool was given to the surgeon, it was placed on Luther's eye to hold it still. The mysterious liquid was then injected into his eye. He couldn't even close or move his eyes now.
The operation was a about to begin. The tools were slowly being brought to his eyes. Contact was bring made. Whatever the tool was if was being put under his eye, snaking it's way into the socket. His vision being distorted and blurred from the pressure. The pain getting worse by the second. The cold sterile tool moving around the eye. Luther could hear it wriggle and thrash around behind his eye. A snap was felt. Immense pain followed. His vision in his eye was gone. He couldn't see anything on the right side of the room. The pain was terrible, Luther was trying to move. Trying to escape his bindings. He was trying to thrash his entire body back and forth. The pain made him sick. If it weren't for the tubes that were put in him while preparation wrre being made he would've drowned in his own vomit. He felt as if he would faint and he wished he would wake up in his bed. But he was quickly jolted awake by a stab into his arm, an IV was placed in his vein. Whatever fluid was in it it kept him awake. His one eye was gushing blood from it. The other had tears flowingike a waterfall. He couldn't even clench his teeth or fist in an attempt to lesser the terrible pain but whatever they injected him with, as previously mentioned made him completely immobile. As if he was fully paralyzed. There was absolutely nothing he could do. The tools were brought to his other eye. Luther could feel tingles as he tried to move his body. He could almost feel where his shadow limbs would be if he could move them.
The exact same procedure was done to his one and only eye he had. The pain was even worse. Darkness followed the removal. His other 4 senses that were left became ever so slightly amplified. One of those senses inuding the pain. But it was majorly amped up. The pain was even worse. Nothing was I'm his vision to distract him.
In his terror even more pain was delivered as he felt tearing, stabs and slices being done to his now empty sockets. All that could be heard were the sick gushing sounds and indiscriminate swearing of the surgeons.
After what felt like an eternity, one of the surgeons spoke. Their words muffled by the pain. But it could be made out that they were asking something. Luther could feel them attaching something to the back of his socket. And eventually, began to see again. His vision was being slowly restored somehow. But it looked like he was viewing from a third person perspective. He could see his own face, the floor, and the gloves of the surgeon. They began to place the eye back into its socket. His vision was coming back. Slowly going from blurry to clear. But something was off. It was too clear. He saw so many details just with one eye. It was as if he had just put on glasses for the first time of his life. He had 20/20 vision before. But this felt even better. As if it was 100/100 (idk if that'd how vision works mine is shit). He could see everything. He saw things he couldn't see before.
The other eye followed in gaining its vision back. With his vision restored, he realized he could move his eyes now. As he frantically moved his eyes his vision slowly began to go red. The blood from behind his eyeballs began to gush out from the sockets. "Ewww. That is disgusting man! Somebody suck that shit out or something. I don't want to smell iron for the rest of the day!" Jameson groaned out. The another surgeon did as requested, putting a suction thing under his eye, sucking the blood out. They even wiped around his eye to clean the leaked blood off.
The IV in his arm was gently removed, and a hand patted Luther's on the shoulder. As if this torture was some kind of game Jameson gave a compliment "took it like a champ, huh? Nice work." He chuckled.
Luther's heart was pounding hard and fast. His terror filled blood moving so fast in his veins it hurt. His chest felt like he was going to concave or convex. It felt like he was having a heart attack with how fast it was beating. His breathing was fast and erratic. He slowly gained control of his body and grew tired as his feelings came back.
After all that torture he would finally fall unconscious and wake from this nightmare.
Fade to darkness.