I apologize in advance for the...strangeness of this post. I began to write this post and then, I suddenly had an odd surge of creativeness. I understand that this is a different format that what I normally write but...blame the surge for it. I hope it's okay.
.: DANTE :.
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Minutes.
Minutes blurred into hours.
Hours.
Hours into days.
Days
Days into weeks.
I couldn’t tell how long I had been in the dark laboratories of XL. All I knew was that I was in my own personal hell. A hell I couldn’t escape, no matter how much I wanted to.
Pain.
Pain was the only thing I could feel anymore. There was no hate, no love, no fear....Nothing but fear.
Cold.
Cold had taken over my body, replacing what miniscule amount of warmth I had in my body. From coldness to numbness.
Pain.
Then, there was the pain again, every time the scientists pulled me aside to experiment on me. Every time I felt the prick of a needle puncture my skin, intense pain followed. It didn’t bother me anymore. I had accepted my hell.
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Pain.
Cold.
Repeat.
Pain.
Cold.
Repeat.
Pain.
Cold.
Repeat.
Pain.
Cold.
Repeat.
Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat. Pain, cold, repeat.
Paincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeat
paincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeat
paincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeat
paincoldrepeatpaincoldrepeat...
The pain.
The cold.
The repeat.
Nothing was different.
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Experiment.
Eat.
Experiment.
Sleep.
Experiment.
Eat.
Experiment.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Experiment.
Eat.
Experiment.
Sleep.
Repeat.
That was all there ever was to my life now, in the labs of XL. Experiment. Eat. Experiment. Sleep. Repeat.
Until I found heragain.
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I didn’t know what time it was, or what day it was. But suddenly, out of the pain and the cold and the experiments, there was a glimmer of hope in my dark life again.
The door to my own personal cell was thrown open by a tall, bulky man. For a moment, I predicted it was time for yet another experiment. THat thought was derailed, however, when I saw the small, fragile figure in his grasp. Before my mind had any process to what was before me, the man threw her into my room and slammed the door shut. The woman's arm shook as she pushed off of the ground and into a kneeling position. Her petite hands were covering her face but I knew who she was. I would never forget that figure, the colour of her hair even though her long locks had been replaced by a drastically short cut...
Acacia. She was alive and breathing right in front of me.
For the first time in what felt like eternity, I felt hope...and strength.
The next time those scientist came back, I would fight. I would fight for my friends, for myself...
For the woman I loved most in this world, Acacia.
I changed from a man who gave up hope and laid out on the floor for others...
To the man who can’t be moved.
