Tokyo Ghoul - NEST

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" I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process."
- Vincent Van Gogh

(Me in a nutshell, ever since joining wattpad.)

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Kurona POV

I was led outside of my cell for once, and we headed for a larger room. This room was much like my cell, but no but bed or toilet. The floor was made of white cement, polished.

Being barefoot, my feet felt cold as soon as I stepped into the room. Through the halls were somewhat more warm, probably because of the tech running through the whole complex.

I looked up at a small black window, I couldn't see inside the window, but judging by the room, this was either interrogation or something more horrid.

"We will now be testing your RC levels. Please comply and you won't be harmed."

The voice almost sounded robotic, like a monotone zombie. But in the middle of the room, out of the ground came a table. I reluctantly walked over and looked down at it.

On the table was a single syringe. Obviously they wanted me to use it, but I'm a ghoul, so things like needles and knifes can't cut my skin...

"This syringe will temporarily make your kagune unable to use. It order to inject it, please insert it into your eye." Said the robotic voice.

I flinched at the words that came out of the speaker. I slowly looked back down at the syringe, the point suddenly looked a lot more scarier. In my... eye? What makes them think I'd do that?

After waiting in the room motionless for a long time, the speaker turned on again, and the voice came out once more.

"If you do not comply, we will trap you in this room, and not feed you. It is your choice to undergo this test, or to die." Said the voice, sounding more threatening.

The words sunk into my head. Before I looked at something like a syringe with nothing short of a glance or consideration if it might hurt me, but right now I stared down at it, and I already felt like trying to run.

But even if I tried to run, the doors were closed and I couldn't leave until I did what they were telling me to do. The liquid inside of the syringe was colored a light blue color, looking like something out a syfy show I watched on television.

I gulp down some saliva and slowly reach out, once touching it, the cold metal of the handle sent shivers through me. I take it in both hands, and stare down at it. It's moments like this I wish I could be impaled by things like needles.

It would be so much easier to inject this into my arm like a flu shot when I was little. I take a deep, shaky breath, and raise the needle. I looked dead at the end of the needle.

If I impale this into the corner of my eye, it would hurt less... I think. I let the needle drag across my skin until I'm right at the mark where I want to inject. And there I freeze up.

Am I really doing this? If I chose not to would they really let me starve to death, to go insane? What if I smash the needle? Would they make me leave and wait another day?

Questions boggled up in my mind, thinking of any way I could resist or fight back against their stupid rules and tests. If I resist long enough, Levin will come to save me, won't he?

But he thinks I'm dead.

Everyone thinks I'm dead.

The only people that know I'm alive are that bastard Furuta and these scientists. I'm nothing more than an object for tests now. I grit my teeth, and plunge the needle through the corner of my eye.