In the room, simply labeled "Room 101," it was locked, clicked shut after Mayuri closed it, dragging the corpse with him. The trail of blood had scrubbed itself deep into the cold laboratory halls, leading to a room that was soon to be full of utter carnage.
As the body was propped up unto the table, Mayuri reached up, turning on the light. Above, a blue fluorescent glow filled the little room, only making it seem colder, perhaps smaller. The ghastly shadows of the preserved heads in jars ("decorations," Mayuri often called them) and various medical tools were cast upon the all-too white walls. It looked like some horrific hospital, with grim knives and medicines all around. The body was stripped of all clothing a few minutes later.
Mayuri was stationed by the tools. He reached down, underneath one of the other shelves, to produce a saw. It was handheld, but the circular blade itself was very large. Twice the size of an adult's hand. The cord was extended, plugged into a nearby wall outlet. With a click of the button upon the handle, the saw hummed quietly to life.
Since the subject was no longer living, Mayuri had no need to strap him down.
So, lifting the saw for just a brief moment, the scientist looked over the body before him. Bloody, an untimely death. He wondered how such a fate fell upon this man, but that wasn't his real concern. After all, it's what's on the inside that counts. The whirring saw came down upon the man's flesh, on the upper arm, cutting deep into it. Blood rushed upon, staining the captain's painted face and robe, dripping down the apparatus he wore upon his head. The crimson droplets tricked down his chin, landing on the examination table. Still, Mayuri continued, letting the saw tear through skin and even bone. There came a slight grinding noise as the blades made contact with the bone, but they made quick work of it. He was halfway through the arm, face more red than black and white.
However, just as he was about to get to the other half, there came a foreign noise. It wasn't in this room, but from the hallways. Mayuri could hear it, even through the reeling of the saw. It was clicked off, then set down---the blades came to a halting stop. Not even bothering to clean his face, the Shinigami walked over to the door, grumbling underneath his breath as it was opened. He peered out of it to see his daughter scrubbing away at the bloody mess.
"You little piece of trash..." Mayuri hissed. "I can hear you from here! Over a saw! Keep it down!"
And with that, the door to Room 101 was slammed shut.
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