UNACCEPTABLE. children were meant to obey, especially those that he had RAISED since near birth. so malleable they were, easy to re-wire and train. with careful precision he had removed whatever minimal training the child had received from his original parents and had re-shaped them into what he needed for this project to succeed. this entailed putting the fear of GOD into each experiment. there was no leniency and this was especially true when one disobeyed direct orders.
children tended to wander, children tended to be curious and that was natural. NORMAL. but this entire situation, the lab, the way the boy was being raised was ABNORMAL and as such doctor brenner intended to curb such willful disobedience IMMEDIATELY.
with a practiced casual ease he watched the boy as he was forcefully restrained, strapped to the frigid metal table. pushing off of the wall he rested upon, brenner made his way towards the surgeon. ❛ begin. ❜ ignoring the pleas, the CRIES of the young boy he watched as scalpel sunk into the tender flesh of his forearm, parting a sea of white as red began to seep through.
❛ i cannot have you going where you please, son. our facility is quite dangerous for a young boy such as yourself. can’t you see i’m doing this for your own good? you’ve disobeyed your father for the last time i’m afraid. ❜ the surgeon worked silently as flesh was peeled back, pinned, exposing veins and nerve endings. a nurse standing by, sopping up blood as it flowed freely from skin that hadn’t even been numbed.
it should have been expected, how long could he allow his curiosity to get the best of him? how long did he think that they would let him wander the halls freely thanks to his secret talents. just how long would they run the risk of him snooping around and finding out trade secrets, learning things he wasn’t supposed to know. it seemed that today, he had got his answer. he had pushed too many times, no more would he be allowed to wander - be allowed to explore.
papa would make sure that his curiosity was shattered, that his need to explore was no more - his sense of adventure destroyed. papa would make sure that he was a perfectly, well behaved boy - that he would serve his purpose and do what was requested of him. blue eyes stared up at his papa, his expression and his pleas were desperate; he didn’t want this, he was scared. “no! no! i can be good!” he screamed, trying to squirm away.
all of his efforts were pointless, the surgeon approached with scalpel in hand; papa stood close by, urging the doctor to begin. the sharp blade met with pale, unmarked skin; blood rose to the surface as he cried out in pain. there was no anesthetic for bad children, no pain relief. while he was sure this was a punishment, papa would tell him otherwise.
it was near impossible to hear his words through it all, he could feel everything they were doing; it certainly wouldn’t be long before the possibility of blacking out would arise. he almost thought about trying to hide, trying to turn himself invisible one last time but he was sure it was pointless. “papa, PLEASE.” he continued to cry, blood continued to flow from his arms, nurses tending to him as they cleaned up the mess. their expressions remained uncaring, cold. they certainly didn’t care.
“no more.” he pleaded one last time, he was hoping this would be it, that this would make his papa stop.
