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Chapter 5 - Chapter four

I'll give you another chance to look away, and assume that Mia came up with some brilliant plan that night to get them all out and used the block trick on the lock, and went to the girls dorm and let them out and they all escaped and reached the authorities and PaperCut Corp. had officially been put to a stop. It would be a simple story, wouldn't it?

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And as for those who are still reading, if I told you about every single experiment that went on in those labs this story book would be thicker then the phone book your grandparents have stashed away in the closet. Or maybe the dictionary your parents bought but never ever even used once, it would go on and on forever.

So let me skip threw it.

Or perhaps, tell you a story from a different angle? In terms of wether Adrian came out of that lab alive or not, he was physically fine. Two cuts on his chest and nothing more, however he described it to be the most unbelievable pain he didn't even know he could feel, and the mental distress was even worse.

But from a different perspective, how many stories do you believe can come from just this one group of kids. 64 is the answer, one for every single child in this godforsaken place, along with The Captain, Miss Betty and a rather sinister and unrighteous Scientist by the name of Akuma Yami. Or more commonly known as Doctor Y.

But let's not jump into that just yet, let's talk about how Soren, The eye Sore.

On the year they turned 15.

"19 15 18 5 14, stand up." The guard exclaimed threw the room, Soren lazily sauntered down the room, his hands in his pockets and his back crouched, he reached the guards and said nothing as he was taken threw to the labs with his threw companions, Sandiego, Raven and Rhys.

He sat in the chair and laid back, breathing calmly as the coated woman strapped him to the chair, "It's been a few weeks, 19 15 18 5 14, how are we feeling tonight?" She had a kind and playful voice to her, she was one of the favourites, Miss Anami, she was harsh in her actions but her playful behaviour made for the prettiest of bruises. Literally.

"Please... Doc, tell me you're going to fix me soon?.." Soren begged nonchalantly, for years he's begged for them to return his emotions, and for years empty promises. He knew it was them, they injected him with a strange clear liquid and the very next day he forgot how to love or feel happiness. It didn't disappear..he could still remember what it felt like to look Jamaica and smile, and be happy. But it was nothing but a distant memory, as if he forgot a skill or talent, all he could feel was anger and sadness. Regret and longing for something more, like a depressed old man with no reason to live anymore, wilting away like the flowers in his garden.

"You know, Soren, it's not that easy." Miss Anami, said, gently poking Sorens cheek with a knife. Soren turned his head, "Fuck you." He mumbled, before closing his eyes and feeling her experiment begin, it was ungodly painful. He didn't know what she was doing, but it felt like she was ripping open his inner muscle and sawing threw the bones in his chest, but he laid there quietly, eyes closed as if busy falling asleep. Occasional moans and grunts, and after an hour has passed he slowly opened his eyes, feeling a pressure on his legs.

He looked down at Miss Anami, watching as she removed his pants and shifted his legs apart.

"Oi, missy, if you wanted a romantic night with me we could've started with that." He teased lightly, his voice deep and groggy, Miss Anami chuckled, touching Soren's length and moving it slightly, pressing a needle closely to his parts and injecting a strange liquid.

Soren gasped softly, "M-missy... Did it have to be right there?.." he mumbled, his eyes still hung low, like he was tired, "Mm? But of course, I need a sample of your urine, and threw these micro injections I'll get maybe one or two specific dna strands and the easiest way to get specifically what I want right here is well, this."

Sorens eyes welled up, watching her put a strange cup attached to tubes over the head of his length, and slowly the pain begun.

He didn't react, he just silently spilled tears as his favourite doctor poked and prodded around his genitals. He could take a lot without shedding even a single tear, it didn't even matter if you were stabbing metal poles into his spine, but the moment a doctor started touching private areas, he just... Broke.

It was a constant reminder to him that he as a human, did not matter. His existence was a simple object for others to use, he was nothing to anyone. Not even his twin brother cared about him in his eyes, he simply existed for these scientists. He wasn't even a human to them, he deserved no rights and no choice in what happens to his own body. He is nothing

And that absolutely destroyed him everytime, he felt a burning sensation in his privates, soon becoming so ungodly painful he shot his head back onto the chair and arched his back forward, that he slowly began to lose control of his bladder, the urine heading straight into the cup that had been placed onto him, feeling many more hours of pain and Miss Anami continuing to touch down there, and hurt him somewhere else and then simply leaving him in only a shirt, as if he was a doll.

After sunrise and all the experiments had ended he was taken to the bathrooms to clean up, along with everyone else, Soren stood in the hot running water looking down at his body, tears streaming down his face as he looked at the sharpened pencil in his hands, believe it or not, a simple colouring pencil was the sharpest thing he would get his hands on. And them being everywhere he found one just laying on the ground outside.

Now, it doesn't take a genius to understand why he needed that pencil, I once again urge you to look away before i continue this dreadful incident.

One.

Two.

Three.

Well, if you're still here reading this awful story, then you must be curious. Did he go threw with it? Did The 61 turn into the 60 in less then a few minutes?

Well, yes, in short. Many lives were lost in the coming years, 60, 59, 56, 52, 48 and then 30 in a blink of an eye.

It's a miserable series of events that Soren had the great idea to skip threw early.

One.

He knew these events would only lead to more and more pain.

Two.

It would become to out of control to commit.

Three.

He was by now strong enough to puncture threw his skin even while using a measly pencil.

One.

It wasn't deep, Soren actually.. quite enjoyed it. For once the pain he was feeling.. was his own. He could control it. And it felt wonderful.

Two.

He didn't want to stop, he wanted to continue for as long as possible. He watched as his blood drained threw the water, down, down, down and far far away.

"Hey! Soren, hurry up." Raphael called for him from behind the door, "Just a few more minutes, I got blood in my hair." Soren answered weakly, Raphael chuckled, no shampoo? No easy way to get blood out of ones hair, Raphael understood and didn't mind waiting as all he wanted to do was wash his body, having had a nightmare he woke up covered in sweat and worried he would smell very badly, however it only took about five minutes. So he didn't mind waiting for Soren to wash his hair.

However Soren was not washing his hair now was he.

Three.

Soren fell down onto the tiled floor, six cuts deep enough to cause a worry some amount of blood. He couldn't keep himself upright anymore, he sat in the shower breathing heavily, a soft smile on his lips as he watched the blood in the water. The water that was not draining, because you see Soren did not sit down neatly, he fell in the middle of the shower alerting those around him.

"He good?"

"What was that sound?"

"Who dropped their ass?"

"I'll gladly pick it back up for you~"

As the boys snickered at each others funny remarks not thinking much of the noise, Raphael noticed and thought to at least ask but he received no answer, soon worrying the rest of the boys whom almost instantly stopped snickering.

"Yo, that was Sore?"

"Bud are you Okey?"

"Why isnt he answering?"

"Should we go in and check?"

"No, what if it wasn't him and he doesnt even hear us, whoever's closest just knock on the door and get his attention before barging in." Isaac said, rinsing his body of soap, and Raphael did exactly that, he knocked and knocked but it was too late, Soren could not hear him.

The boys became worried, some stepping out of their showers concerned not minding their naked bodies, and by this time the water in Sorens shower had gotten enough time to rise up enough to leak threw the bottom of the door as he body was covering the drain.

Raphael flinched feeling his feet suddenly touch warm water and looked down, without even a second to waste he barged threw the door, "He's bleeding in there!!" Raphael exclaimed, worried he might've slipped and hit his head. Everyone in the showers quickly panicked and caused chaos among the boys.

They jumped into action, some trying to help but others knowing they'll only get in the way and backing off as Josiah and Isaac tried to stop the blood, while Adam and Rhys, being the most dressed, ran out to get the doctors help. They're just fifteen, they didn't know what to do.

The boys wrapped towels around their bodies and hurriedly dressed in only pants as they carried Soren outside, thinking it would be the best thing to do. To get him out of the stuffy and humid showers and closer to help, if they had known that this was intentional, would they have helped?

Everybody immediately assumed that the cuts had opened from the night before, nobody would've thought Soren would do this to himself. But if they had, they all understood.

It's a cruel, cruel world, and this world that they were living in, each and everyone one of them have had thoughts about death. About ending it all, they never would've helped if they knew what he wanted to do, they never would've saved him from himself.

But, 'luckily', they did. Soren was taken into immediate care and already knowing they are blood matches, both Noah and Riley had their blood drawn and pumped into Sorens stream, neither of them having enough blood to substitute for Soren alone.

And by the next day Soren had woken up from his slumber, having Adrian and all his siblings, Simon his twin brother, Raphael, Dante and Atari by his bedside. And by the bed next him sat Andrew and London. All waiting impatiently for him to wake up.

Soren coughed slightly and alerted everyone around him, they all quickly swarmed his bed and started asking a million different versions of 'are you Okey?' at this point being aware that this was self inflicted.

Soren looked around and remained quiet, "Hey, give him some space you guys." Mia said, pushing everyone a bit away, they all listened and backed up, giving Soren a better view of everyone here.

Never would he have thought that this many people would be waiting at his bedside worried over him, and, he didn't. Adrian was here to keep up the image, his siblings are moral support. Raphael found him so he feels responsible, Simon has no choice but to wait, and the rest all wanted the glory. Still having the mentally of no one cares, and honestly neither did he at the moment.

Those thoughts didn't last long as he simply pushed them aside and didn't care, he looked around the room, the one person he wanted wasn't here. The one person he would be.. 'happy' to see, was not here.

He sighed and turned over, "Ye ye, can y'all just leave me alone.." Soren asked, "I'm tired..." He added, everyone was skeptical but at the end of the day left, accept Adrian and Simon. They sat quietly for a few minutes refusing to leave, though Soren couldnt even care.

You know what he did care about?

"I got the water," Sorens head perked up at the sound of Jamaica's soft voice, "Uh- where'd everyone go?" Jamaica asked as he placed the tray of water bottles on the bed beside Soren. He smiled brightly, "Soren! You're awake, uh- wait, I should go back and get you some food-" At first Jamaica was so happy, but he quickly realized Soren might be hungry and tried to turn around.

The word being tried, because Soren didn't let him leave.

Soren grabbed Jamaica's arm and pulled him towards the bed, "Stay with me, please." Soren asked, looking a him with pleading eyes, who could say no to those beautiful eyes? Jamaica couldn't. So that's exactly what he did, Jamaica sat down on the bed with Soren, who quickly hugged his waist and brought the latter closer to his body.

"I... Missed you..." Soren mumbled, closing his eyes and melting into Jamaica's soft touch, feeling tears in his eyes Adrian decided he wasn't needed anymore. He got up and speed walked out of the room, Simon close behind him, his excuse being, "We'll let you two sleep."

"Audri.. Audri!" Simon called out for Adrian, but he just kept walking and walking until finally Simon grabbed Adrian's arm and turned him around, "Hey! Come on, what's wrong?" Simon asked, the sunlight illuminating and highlighting the highlights in his dirty blonde hair.

Adrian hit Simon's hand away, "What do you think.. what do you think?!" The first words Adrian had spoken were softened by the small sobs in his throat, however the more he continued the further he became angry and hurt.

"What the fuck does Jamie have that I don't?!! Huh! Tell me!! Just fucking tell me please!?"