Sora hated STS. Hated the fucking people who had done this to him.
He ran his fingers over his slender back, feeling the bumpy and healed scars of where his spider appendages had all but been ripped out, leaving his skin to ooze a brilliant emerald colour. Oh, how he missed them. A part of him had been taken away, taken by those fucking people in fucking lab coats and fucking gloves and-
Words just couldn't describe it. A part of him was missing; metaphorically and literally. All because they wanted to figure out what made him so... special. Unique.
His eyes ā well, the ones on his face ā drifted down his arm where, amongst a masterpiece of scars and bruises on his charcoal skin, lay hundreds upon hundreds of eyes. Now useless. Blind.
He knew he rarely used them anyway; they were pointless. But, the fact that those researchers ā no, those monsters ā had just gouged them out without a beat of hesitation sickened him to his stomach.
He was lost in his thoughts, but the soft whirring of his cell door opening snapped him out of his melancholy moment. Blinding light flooded into the dimly lit room.
"Hello, '07."












