He could feel it in every fiber in his body, his whole being screaming in agony. His lips were moving, but no sounds were coming out of him. His hoarse vocal cords were heavily damaged that he couldn't even scream any longer.
The room smelt of burning body tissues that would make anyone nauseous. The flaming sensation in his inner organs made it clear he hade internal damage as well.
His spasming muscles were the least of his worries, as his heart started to feel very heavy and dysfunctional. Every breath was wreaking his burning lungs.
The shock suddenly stopped, and he found himself relaxing in relief as he was finally able to inhale, he thought they were never letting him do so this time.
"The cells were able to withstand!" The white coated figure exclaimed happily.
"How much?" The ashy haird man sitting in the corner asked curiously.
"8 000 mA!" the researcher said in disbelief.
"What's the normal range?" The sitting man asked in impatience, bouncing his leg up and down, not understanding the meaning behind these numbers.
"Usually it's life-threatening at 2 000 mA"
"So it's 4 folds huh?" He could his math, surprisingly. "Not enough!" The man-child began whining childishly.
"S-sir, it's tremendous enough to get the cells to be immune t-"
"I didn't ask for your opinion" he glared with murder intentions at the coated man.
"S-sir. My apologies" he castad down his gaze to the ground in defeat, having no other options than to comply.
"Do a 16 000 next!" The man's unsettling grin grew wider.
"T-that-! I strongly advise against it. That would be very risky and the chances of success are very slim, we should no-" he couldn't finish his objection before he felt four cold fingers wrapping his neck.
"One more word and I guess we will be having a new team leader" Shigaraki narrowed his eyes dangerously behind the hand attached to his face.
"S- sir!" The choking man closed his eyes as he fell to the ground coughing.
The man-child walked over to the restrained boy, watching as he helplessly wheezed, attempting to breath through fried lungs.
He clutched a handful of the forest green hair and yanked his head up.
"Oh what a good boy, not even screaming anymore. Should have been obedient from the beginning, no?" He grinned maniacally, but his cocky manner disappeared when he realized the boy was not laying any attention on him. His glazed eyes, that turned blind due to the electric chock, staring into space mindlessly.
Tomura's grin turned into a frown and he smashed the boy's head into the wall behind the stripping chair. Blood trickled down the boy's hair, but the man was still not getting a response.
He could feel rage bubble inside him, but his smile was back as he got the perfect idea.
"Should we get the little brat?" He whispered sinisterly in the boy's ear.
The unseeing eyes widened and began searching around desperately. He couldn't see, but he knew that he had to look at the right direction if he wanted to save her.
His voice was not there either, but he had to answer! Or else they will target her too!
"N...n...n....o" he managed to get out a very weak and barley audible whisper.
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