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Chapter 6 - Memories of Pain WIP

During a surgical operation one can rarely find themselves awake for the whole thing. Most people who go through it experience extreme mental aftereffects. The examiner that watched over Luther had of course heard of these effects and even studies them. But to see it first hand was something else. The boy just sat in his white bed shivering and crying. The past few days the boy has besrly done anything other than sulk in his bad, it was only a few hour operation without any numbing agent, how bad could it have really been? He even stopped eating and barely slept without waking up and being dramatic.

After another few days the boy somehow overcame his severe trauma, only a little though. Sleeping was no different from being strapped down all over again. But at least he started eating. The examiner noticed and notified his superiors to continue with their experiments. Those few days of trauma were useful in getting Luther used to his new eyes. Before his vision was just a little below average. But now, he could see anything within his perspective. It was as if even his peripheral became clear, almost being able to actually make out things in higher detail than before.

The captors of Luther began the same yest as before. Maybe the new eyes would give a new perspective as well.

The boy looked at the strange contraption over again. Able to see connections and details he could never see before. He fiddled with the device for a while until a mechanical click sound was heard. He dropped the thing in shock and took multiple steps back. "Completion noted. Operation is to be done without pain." The voice from the intercom sounded. The voice brought back terrible memories, only reminding him of the hours of torture he had to endure, the sick squelching and gushing echoing through his mind. The pain ringing out through just right begins eyes.

The same gas from before slowly knocked Luther out the same as it did before.

Main difference is what happened when he awoke. Instead of a surgical room. It was the exact same white room he'd been in for the past days. He dashed his head around surveying the area. As he did thst he caught a quick glance at his body. Whatever clothes he had on were gone say for a pair of hospital style gown. He quickly got out of his bed to get a better perspective, but a pain shot all along his entire torso. He collapses to the ground clutching his chest and stomach and looked under the gown to see the source of his pain. Only to find a massive stitched scar going from his lower stomach to his upper chest. It wasn't just his body thst had a wound on it. Everywhere had stitches, incision and injection marks on them. As he examined his defiled body he notices they look different. They looked much leaner and larger. They felt numb and weak though.

Luther let out a scream of terror. His body had been practically brutalized. Even if his parents found and took him home he would now have permanent terrible reminders all along his body. He ran to a wall and started banging and scratching at it. As the thrashed himself against the wall, as if trying to tear it down and escape he opened the wounds left from surgery and began to bleed practically everywhere, staining everything near. This was not painless. He fell to the floor and writhed on the floor and shook and squirmed in pain. His own body leaking his life essence was not a pretty sight to behold either. Luther was terrified. His heart was pounding against the ribcage like it too wanted to escape its confinement. The fear and dread eventually caused something to escape. Luther vomited on the floor from his blood filled panic attack.

It was so bad that those who observed him had to get a medic involved and get one to fix him up. The efforts were worthless as Luther was in no mood to comply. He thrashed, kicked and punched every person and thing thst came close like a wild cornerd animal doing it's final dance with death. He eventually passed out, either from the blood loss, panic attack, just plain exhaustion, or a mixture of all 3.

When he woke again. This time, his vody was fully healed. But he felt terrible. His body felt stiff. He has no idea how much time passes whenever he's unconscious.

However long it had been wasn't important. All Luther wanted to do was go home. He missed everything about it. He cried and cried for his mother and father, all his family. He hoped they would find him and grt him out of this torture. I give up I can't write anymore I'm tired man