≽^•༚• ྀི≼ angsty adventures

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ get up, vassel.

"Get up, Vassel."

That was all the young lad could hear. No one was saying it to him- It was just a lone thought that was swimming through his mind. He was trying to convince himself that it was what he needed to do- No, he was already convinced, he just couldn't go through with his own command.

He was being held down. All he could feel? Pressure on his wrists and knees alike. His body felt tense, but loose at the same time. He felt cornered, but at the same time, like anything done to him would go right through him- something that proved itself wrong right in that moment.

He panted heavily, his breaths growing labored as he tried to move. He couldn't fight against the hands that were holding his wrists down- he felt as if his wrists were attached to some of the biggest anchors the world had to offer. His knees, too— another pair of knees were on his, nearly crushing his shins under the weight of the other person.

He wanted to scream. He could- but he was deathly afraid to. He was a mere lad, at the young age of 16. He wasn't able to comprehend what was going on, it was as if he had just snapped out of some sort of daze.

He tried kicking his legs, but as utmost pressure was being applied exactly in the middle, it didn't do him much good. It only made the person restraining him tighten their grip on the lad.

"Let me go." He coughed up the words, thrashing his head around. That was the only body part he could manage to move. "Let.. me go."

Spit was tossed in his face. The supposed demon who was holding him down pressed their knees into his more, showing him that there was no way they were letting him up.

One hand was released. Out of shock, and the fact he was still waking up, Vassel was still, but only until they pulled out a syringe. That's what he was getting held down for. Experimentation.

Vassel, as any sane 16 year old would do in that moment, started thrashing around as much as he could. "Ugh..!" His upper body was enabled a bit more movement, and he could feel the other's hand loosen around his wrist.

He tried pushing himself up, but found it impossible without both hands. He was so close to head butting the one on top of him, when all of a sudden, the syringe was jabbed into his cheek.

Out of all places, he picked the one that'd make him freak out the most. Vassel hated his face getting touched- absolutely hated it. Of course, if it were jabbed anywhere else, it still would've hurt- but the face? That added even more pain onto that that was already existing.

Only then, once Vassel had let a few tears out, as well as a few aimlessn screams, did the other get up. Kicking Vassel to the side, they left, leaving him there for the next test.

Too many syringes to count were shown to Vassel that day, twice the amount being actually injected into him. It hurt. There was no spot, no inch of skin on his body that wasn't in pain. In some came the temporary relief of numbing, however in most, he was in excruciating pain.

Why? From what he could tell, there were multiple people around him. Why weren't they helping him? He tried to open his eyes, tried to yell out to somebody, but he couldn't.

When the 'testers'.. or, whoever they were..  figured they were done with him, they put him in shackles, not allowing Vassel to leave until they figured out how else they could push his limits.

He was going to be the next Watcher of Hell, he needed to be perfect. Sure, whatever was in the syringes currently had disabled his ability to speak and see properly. Sure, it had stretched his body some and scratched it up even more, but it was all part of the testing.

At least, that's what everybody was told. Vassel seemed to notice everything and everyone but the person behind him, while the others noticed nothing but that person.

An eye. An eye shoved itself into their minds, causing them all to panic and listen to what they were being ordered to do. 'KeEp MoViNg.' 'LOoK aWaY.'

'DoNt pItY hIm.' Veneno made it clear that it had no care for the aching lad that was currently balled up at his feet. The words echoing in everyone's mind but Vassel's enhanced his suffering- He felt like no one cared. He wasn't aware that they were simply being forced away from him.  

Where was Vremya? Where was she, who had promised that she'd help him out the next time this happened? Where were his parents? What had been made of them? He wanted answers,  it wouldn't get any.

A large hand caressed the back of his head before causing him to slip into a deep, deep slumber. "..NoW tHeSE teSsts cAaN be RuN in PeaCE." A voice echoed throughout the area.

Veneno dropped the boy, dusting it's hands off and putting on some enlarged gloves. It, undoubtedly, didn't care for Vassel- yes, that has been established, but it did find what it thought would be the outcome exciting.

This puny lad ruling over hell. Sure. It'd love to see it.

It turned around, walking away and leaving the boy's limp body there. Luckily, for the next experiments, Vassel wouldn't be awake.. but, of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't still feel their hands when he awoke.

It didn't mean he wouldn't be utterly disturbed, wondering what had happened to him while he was out. It didn't mean he'd ever stop wondering what had happened to the buttons on his suit that day, or why his clothes felt so loose on him afterwards. No, someone had loosened them, that was why. That's what he wondered about more than anything.

Regardless of how many experiments he slept through, regardless of how many tests he endured, he'd never forget anything about the day, nor would he stop asking himself that question.

'...What happened while I was out?'