Saix felt himself waking. It seemed like an eternity before he could muster the energy to open his eyes. When he did his vision was too blurred to see anything anyway. He slowly closed his eyes to wait out the dreariness.
He focused on his breathing. He wasn’t sure why his breaths seemed so loud to him at first but as he started to wake more he noticed something was covering the lower half of his face. It felt hard like plastic or metal, and there was a couple straps going around his head. Saix could also feel that his teeth were clenched down but not connected. There was some sort of guard in his mouth. He tried to move his jaw with little results.
He started to notice something else too, as he moved his jaw there was a small metal click near his ear. He could finally feel that there was some sort of collar around his neck. It was loose fitting but still felt like some sort of restraint. Saix made an attempt to feel the thing with his hand, but realized his wrists were locked in place. He noticed he was nearly spread eagle, wrists and ankles all locked in place. Saix tried to remain calm as his breath caught in his throat a moment.
As he breathed slowly to calm himself he took notes on what else he could feel. Something hard was under him, he must have been laying on a metal or cement floor. Saix finally got the strength to open his eyes again. Now he could see, and he saw that he was above the ground. Saix was on a table, strapped with his arms and legs still.
His attention was drawen to a nearby sound. Gold eyes flicked to the source. Only a few yards away there were two people working at some sort of metal table similar to the one Saix was on, but there was only tools on the table. He observed that the two people were wearing white lab coats, long to their knees, and masks over their mouths and noses. It looked like they were ready to perform surgery.
A shiver shook Saix up the back of his neck. Something bad was going to happen to him.
Saix could hear that the two were speaking to each other, but they were so muffled and quiet that he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He blinked tiredly and let his eyes travel. He could see more people in the large room. It looked clean and the smell was finally getting to him. It smelled like a hospital.
Finally the first two people he had seen noticed he was awake. They grinned to each other and chattered about Saix. From what Saix could make out they were speaking about him like he was some animal that had just woken up. A twinge of annoyance grew in his mind but he felt too weak to try and act on it.
Saix could hear a little better by the time one of the two turned to someone out of his view. “The subject is awake.” He said. Saix’s blue eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was a subject.. great.
A deeper voice from the other side of Saix replied to the man. “Good, I like to see their reactions.” It said in an amused tone. Saix forced his heavy feeling head to turn to his left now and the other man came in to view. He stood about 6 feet and had shoulder length black hair, unevenly spiked at the ends. When he made eye contact with Saix the man’s steel silver eyes made Saix’s blood run cold. It was like the first time he had met Xehanort.
Saix swallowed his uneasy feeling and attempted to glare at the man. The raven haired man grinned coldly and walked towards and around to Saix’s right side, white lab coat trailing behind him. Saix’s eyes followed him and he weakly moved his head along too. He could feel sweat pooling on the bridge of his nose under the metal mask on his face.
A female nurse pushed a silent cart of tools over to the cold-eyed man. The man only breifly looked away from Saix to pick up something that would give Saix nightmares for years. Saix gulped as he saw the seringe with the longest needle he’d ever seen. Saix was so distracted by the point that he didn’t even notice the man had been talking, to him or the nurse he would have never known.
A wave of nausea and weakness came over Saix. He forced his eyes shut for a moment. He needed to remain calm, summon his claymore. A long breath, and he tried. His claymore didn’t appear, nor did he feel it’s strength at all. Something was blocking it.
His eyes shot open again just as he heard the man step towards him. Saix began to struggle against his restaints. He grunted against his mask, biting hard into the mouth guard. The man seemed to be enjoying the struggle, and that only made Saix struggle harder.
“It’ll be okay, Subject Number 47.” The man said coolly, yet the tone of it seemed calming. This man was surely good at manipulating. He reminded Saix somewhat of Xemnas.
Saix’s struggles slowed until he was still again. He watched in confusion as the Doctor reached over to Saix’s body, taking hold on the lower zipper on his cloak, and pulling it up carefully to reveal the lower half of Saix’s black shirt. Saix furrowed his eyebrows. What was he… then the man grabbed hold of Saix’s silver belt buckle and pulled Saix’s pants down enough to reveal the start of his pubic area.
Saix immediately started to fight again. This guy was some sort of pervert. All sorts of cusses and insults came to Saix’s mind but he couldn’t voice them out loud. Instead he snarled into his mouth guard, resulting in a low chuckle from the Doctor.
The Doctor managed to flip up Saix’s shirt to reveal his belly button. “Oh, I’m surprised that color is natural.” The man said, commenting on Saix’s blue trasure trail. Saix growled, thrusting his pelvic up to try and shove the man away.
The man seemed to back off a moment, taking a pair of black and metal surgical glasses, with black lenses, from the nurse. He put them on and pressed a button on the side, and the black lenses glowed a faint blue. When he looked at Saix again he seemed to be looking through, or even inside Saix.
With one gloved hand the man lightly touched Saix’s stomach. Saix twitched at the touch and tried to jerk away from him. He tried to swear at the man as best he could but it was really no use.
“Now now.” The man said sweetly. “The more you fight the more this is going to hurt.” He gave Saix a toothy grin, revealing similar fangs to Saix’s own. Saix’s breath became heavy. He was in full on panic mode now. Something very bad was coming. He couldn’t help but feel the pain on his forehead, the X scar burning from memories long supressed.
With his free hand the Doctor held Saix’s waist down firmly, and the other hand held the needle, glinting in the flaurecent light. Some sort of pathetic sob escaped Saix’s throat that surprised even him. The second the tip of the needle touched the skin under his belly button, Saix shut his eyes tight. He felt every centimeter go into him, causing his body to shake. Saix bit down into the mouth guard, repressing a scream.
As the needle slid out a burning sensation started in his lower abdomen. It quickly spread from the injection area to his entire lower stomach. The pain was so bad Saix began to struggle violently against his restraints. He choked muffled screams and began to sweat. It was only a few moments before the pain started to make Saix faint. His vision darkened and he felt like he was going to vomit.
The Doctor gave a low chuckle at the Nobody’s pain as Saix fully blacked out.
When Saix woke he could feel his face pressed against a cold metal floor. He couldn’t stop the long grown that came from his throat, still muffled by the mask. His senses came to a lot faster then they had earlier, no drugs seeming to be in his system anymore. He felt that his hands were locked into fists and fastened to each other in side sort of contraption. Peeking one gold eye open he saw it was some kind of metal box, his hands lost inside of it completely.
He was relieved at least to still be in his own clothes, no one having done anything questionable to him while he was out. At least that’s what he hoped.
Saix had to shut his eye again, the lighting where he was too bright for him so soon. Saix made a move to sit up, and grunted, laying still again. His stomach was so sore it felt like he had down 1000 crunches. Holding his breath, he forced himself to sit up through the pain. He found himself leaning back agisnt a metal wall and he could finally see where exactly he was.
The room was very small, consiting of a cot with no blankets or pillows, and an open toilet with a tiny sink over the top of it. He saw opposite the bed was a metal door that looked like it had at least 3 locks keeping it shut.
Saix took the silence in the room as a chance to recap what had just happened to him. His body shook in a shiver at the thought. He felt sick again, wondering what was in the seringe that hurt him so badly. Was he poisoned now? Why would this even be happening to him at all?
The bluenette tried to summon his claymore again with no luck. He considered maybe the collar that was still around his neck was the source of the power block. He had heard of similar things being used before. Saix could see the reflection of a like green glow ton the metal wall that seemed to come from the collar.
Saix gave a defeated sigh, knowing that he was trapped. He slumped back against the wall and shut his eyes.
Saix leaped from his throne, weilding out his claymore Lunatic from the darkness. As he landed his weapon collided with a sharp metal think into Axel’s, no Lea’s Chakram. Saix met Lea’s green eyes as his hood fell from his head.
For a moment time stops, Saix’s blood in his veins come to a halt, warming with something he hadn’t felt in years. He was lost in Lea’s eyes.
“Isa..” Lea interupted his thoughts.
“Lea.” Saix replied, in a sob he hadn;t expected to come out of himself. All he wanted was to fall into Lea’s arms and cry for forgiveness.
It was then that Saix jerked away in the small white cell. He pulled in a long breath. It was only a dream… Saix couldn’t help but growl at himsaelf. Of course it wa only a dream. He wouldn’t act so stupid.
His eyes turned to his locked up hands. Yeah.. he was still in this terrible situation. He let out a long sigh, thinking to himself how pathetic he was at this point.t How was he going to get out of this?
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