Rating - FR-18, FR-21 (according to the Fanfic Rules at least)
Another incision. The body was numbed beyond pain, now. They ripped open the forearm, prying at each piece of flesh and bone as if it were a child's toy. Indeed, these people would be like children, now.
He watched this time, tried to move a finger, but instead could not. The nerves were disconnected. They tried to come back together, floating out of their places in the redness of the body. But both fell, too tired to do anything. He looked away. This all was and would be, all over the remains of his body. Already they were seeking deeper fortunes of organ rather than mere flesh that could be resown.
A sudden crack of rib. They had discovered a way into his torso. He cringed, but a mask did they put over him and then release. Weariness caused his eyes to water as he kept them open. He clenched a fist, but the ones around him touched something and he released the ball of flesh and bone. He cried out once, as they cut into him deeper, making blood leak out at a frightened pace. His face grew pale - air was now short, his lungs contorted but inflated all too little. These around him scurried at machines and to tools of butchery and of science. Eyes pale as a liquid moon were his and he thrashed once in berserk fury, throwing several of his tormentors away and even more into a blind panic. Sirens, withheld until now, were silenced no longer and the madman stumbled forward with latches upon and ankle that kept broken pieces of steel to him. More and more did he linger across into deadness and the room was still for a moment.
He opened his mouth wide and such a noise came from it, filling all ears save his own with venom as he threw himself to the window and to the abyss below.
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