My Wounds Cry For The Grave

In the real world only a millisecond had gone by Jira's comatose body was seen there as scientists white hooded men were seen looking at him and walked right over to him they had scalpels and were seen opening him up and near them on a table was what looked like a cybernetic heart and brain and even a mask a weird one they put in half of his face that engraved itself or something screws were seen being put in him and this dream seemed to last a long time almost a year in a few moments in that year his body had changed to a 6 year old no parents no fun just torture...endless torture he had to sit through half dead half alive and only able to see darkness and feel what they did to him..Jira's bones were now mechanical in appearance his lungs and brain in the process meaning he could no longer at least mentally protest...the next year the 3rd year was nothing but working on his brain actually killing any symphony as it seemed he was truly heartless as it appeared. The 4th year was making the parts able to withstand intense temperatures hot and cold meaning he felt malaria hemophilia heatstroke fever even the plague when untreated...then the final year. The hardest as at the end the last day of it came what looked like an intense solution of acid poured into his blood stream killing it and replacing it...his parts survived it and Jira was in so much pain it was unimaginable to put yourself into his situation...suddenly though he awoke and was then let down off of that wall he fell onto the floor his eyes wide in pain desperation horror sorrow he gripped himself it hurt just to move...the scientists just left him there a meager loaf of bread in front of him and a glass of water...he would rather die then eat and survive...but something...something pushed him as by day 7 he finally moved toward that bread and took a bite it was painful but no scream no emotion...his eyes shadowed and were now clearly red from their brown state before. his hair raven black with tints of red they had completely changed him...he was no longer 5...he was 10...his body had grown and that was painful enough...they made him skip his puberty which would come in upcoming years anyway but they took any good or hopeful thing out of his life and exposed him to the life of death and decay...however someone was seen at the door ...it looked like an old man...

The man had warmer food in his hand something not allowed in the school Jira was to be fed once every 2 weeks so he could beat starvation and not be effected by it in long coming battles Jira didn't know that at the time and gulfed it down like some animal the moment he saw the man bring it in, he didn't kill the man no...he just stared at him no soul was in his eyes just an animals...the man began to talk to him the words unclear but Jira's soul began to grow again because of this he had a friend...but within upcoming months a mission was given to him a new one...his first one...he had grown to like the man he could understand him perfectly over time but then the mission...kill him...no reason given...and Jira's soulless eyes were open...and he nodded he was given a dagger and the next time the man came Jira hid in a corner and then leaped at him but before anymore was seen Cordelia's hand was slapped away it had been 3 seconds. "Did I say you could touch me?" He has no idea she had been going through his memories in the slightest.

"What are you talking about?" He asked with an annoyed tone still not understanding what she was saying about him.

There was a deadly tone in his voice "You have got to be kidding me." He said he couldn't believe someone had actually gone into his memory...he had kept them secret because he wanted no symphony he was fine the way he was and needed no help anymore.

He smirked as blood came from the ground and moved to grab at her she wouldn't leave here with those memories that was for sure. "You went to deep" He said it wasn't the fact she knew it but she knew anything about that school...it was his problem and no one elses...