3 Laboratory 5

I was being dragged. My eyelids felt heavy as they struggled to stay open. My eyes were blurry and couldn't perceive anything as I was looking around, not knowing where I was and how I got here.

The blurriness in my eyes slowly began to disappear as the figure of two men, wearing all black, started to become clearer and clearer by the second. I shifted my gaze from them and started looking around me and tried to observe my surroundings.

I was being dragged across a vast, dark, and metallic hallway. The smell was disgusting, a mixed scent of dust and... Blood.

As I was looking around me, I saw two large glass panels on the right, two on the left, and one down the hallway. Each of the four glass panels on the sides had someone inside them, a silhouette of a young boy or girl. They were all weeping, producing incoherent cries of despair that brought chills down my spine despite my condition.

Upon reaching the glass panel down the hall, one of the guards started tapping on a control panel on the left side of the cell before the glass panel opened up like an automatic door. The two men picked me up, and threw me inside, slamming my head on the metallic floor in the process.

The pain that I felt in my entire body stopped me from crawling towards the bed, the only thing that was inside this vast and enormous cell. I barely moved my eyes to look in front of me, just for them to land on the sight of a large one-way mirror that was on the entrance.

"Please...let this be...a dream." With my eyes slowly closing, I said in a desperate attempt, a final silent cry for help, wishing that all of this is just a bad dream that I'll soon wake up from.

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"Good morning, Kurayama." A voice called out to me. That voice was so horribly and awfully familiar that I recognized it in an instant. Yet, I didn't want to open my eyes and see who it is...I didn't want to face the inevitable reality.

Regardless, I sat up, looked in front of me, and saw the figure of two awfully familiar people.

Behind the previously one-way mirror, that is now a normal glass panel, stood Katsuri, Akuishi, two guards, and two researchers. They were all staring at me with an indifferent expression, except for Katsuri, who had a wide and disgusting grin plastered on his face.

I stood up and subconsciously clenched my fists to the point where blood started to drip from the palm of my hands as I proceeded to furiously punch the glass panel with all the strength I had, only for it to break my arm as it twisted in a weird angle. The excruciating pain in my limb was so unbelievable to the point I couldn't stop the cry of anguish I spontaneously released.

"Oh my dear Kurayama, you shouldn't have done that so suddenly. This glass is almost unbreakable, something that not even superpowered people can break. Poor boy, I really feel bad for you." Katsuri's smile had joy and happiness leaking from it as he spoke in a pleasant tone of voice.

"Should I heal him?" Akuishi asked in a nonchalant voice.

"Don't be so hasty, Akuishi. My dear Kurayama is still inexperienced with pain, it would be irresponsible of us to expose him to high doses so suddenly. Heal him when he's done." Katsuri turned towards Akuishi and released a quick laugh before he started talking.

"Sir, should I activate the sleeping gas?" One of the guards shoved himself into the conversation and asked.

"Yes, but use a light dose of gas. He needs to be awake for the next experiment you know." Katsuri turned towards the guard and gave him a friendly and gentle smile before he walked away.

"Understood." The guard replied before he started tapping on the control panel until purple smoke came out from the walls.

Suddenly, my vision began to get blurry, and my knees were too weak to lift the weight of my body. I struggled to stand up, but I eventually collapsed on the ground due to my extreme dizziness.

One of the guards entered the room with a stretcher while the other picked me up and placed me on it. They strapped me onto the stretcher so that I wouldn't move.

Akuishi, along with the guards and the researchers, all exited the cell and walked towards the next experiment room, while I was too busy with the immense and unbelievable pain in my arm to notice that I was being transported.

After arriving at the experiment room, they were unstrapping me as I heard some disturbing screams of pain and horror coming from that very room. The large metal door leading to it was opened from inside before two guards and a researcher came out from it while carrying a boy, that looked my age, on the stretcher. However, what was more disturbing, was that I didn't react at all. I didn't feel anything for him because of the pain in my arm and the fact that I...was next.

After entering the room, the guards placed me on a titanium chair and strapped me onto it while one of the researchers was placing a helmet on my head. As I was looking at the screen that was in front of me, one of the researchers grabbed a spray can, and sprayed it on my eyes.

"Don't panic. Your eyes are okay. You just won't be able to close them for the next-...two hours, maybe. Anyways, thirty seconds until the show starts, let's get moving people." The researcher yawned as he stated in an informal tone of voice.

As soon as the group of men exited the chamber, a timer suddenly came up on the screen, indicating how long until this 'show' would start.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0

The screen was rapidly flashing with pictures and videos of brutal, gruesome, and inhuman scenes from crime scenes, snuff movies, and war footage.

The sight was gruesome to the point I instantly vomited after ten seconds of watching it. I desperately tried to look away from the screen, but I couldn't because I was completely strapped onto the chair. I used all of my energy and power to try and close my eyes, but my eyelids didn't even flinch. They were wide open.

My sense of time and my humanity were slowly disappearing by the second as I stayed in that room. I didn't flinch even after seeing people getting raped and murdered in full detail. But before everything finished, the last few photos and videos were the ones that completely broke me down.

The photos were a close-up of my family's dead bodies, a gruesome one that was disgusting to an unbelievable point. And the next video ended up becoming the finishing touch for my insanity.

It was a video of my father, viciously murdering all of my family. Meanwhile, Katsuri was doing a cheerful commentary while laughing. The sound of my family's screams of pain was loud and clear as the video showed their brutal murder in detail. The video ended after my father completely mutilated my mother's dead body before decapitating her as he was releasing mixed cries of pain, sorrow, and despair.

I opened my mouth wide, wider than humanly possible to the point where I broke my jaw, and released the loudest scream that I could manage.

All my sadness, pain, and despair were released in one single scream that destroyed my vocal cords and rendered me unconscious.

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"It has been exactly two hours, and judging from that scream, I guess he finally reached the climax. The show's over, let's get in." Before opening the door to the chamber, one of the researchers said after yawning while checking his watch.

Young Kurayama has finally gone insane. His soul, his mind, his will to live, all were broken. He became a body with no soul, who has no hope for life anymore. His life...has practically ended.

One of the researchers pulled out two syringes from a small handbag that he was carrying and proceeded to inject Kurayama with both of them. The first syringe had a serum containing concentrated food extracts to fill his food supply for the day, and the other one contained a serum able to dissolve waste from the large intestine and urinary tract.

The two guards unstrapped Kurayama and placed his unconscious body on the stretcher before they made their way out of the chamber. They walked towards his cell, and casually threw him inside of it, completely disregarding his physical and mental condition.

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"Good morning, my lovely Kurayama. It is Wednesday." The voice of an awfully familiar person said in a cheerful tone of voice.

After hearing that voice, Kurayama casually woke up, walked towards the glass wall, and glared at Katsuri with wide eyes. He clenched the fist of his broken arm and punched the glass wall, twisting his arm in an unbelievably painful way.

Kurayama glared at Katsuri and simply laughed. His insane laughter said it all about his current condition...He was physically and mentally broken.

"Kurayama! my lovely Kurayama! You are making me tremble with happiness! You have grown so much in such a little time! I think I might die from overjoy!" Katsuri laughed from pure joy and happiness after hearing Kurayama's insane laughter.

The two guards that were standing next to Katsuri silently watched the two individuals glare at each other and maniacally laugh.

"Oh, Kurayama. I wish we could have an entire day where we would just sit down and talk to each other. But, work is work. Don't worry, the next time we talk, it'll be very fun." Before he tapped on the control panel to release the sleeping gas, Katsuri stated in a voice filled with a little disappointment while maintaining his friendly and playful smile.

But the gas didn't do anything, Kurayama was just laughing maniacally as he glared at Katsuri.

The two guards opened the cell and walked towards Kurayama to try and chain him up. But the latter continued to laugh in a crazy way as he eyed the two guards before he rushed towards one of them and pinned him down.

Kurayama tried to use his broken arm to choke the guard to death, but the other guard electrocuted Kurayama and restrained him.

The guards used a titanium chain on Kurayama after pinning him to the ground. The boy was still laughing maniacally, but he was crying. Tears were running down his cheek as he continued to laugh.

After the two guards transported Kurayama, one of them came up to what looked like a vault door and struggled with turning the valve to open it. When it opened, it revealed a very narrow white room with nothing but a light bulb dangling from the ceiling, radiating a bright white light.

Kurayama was thrown into the vault before the door closed behind him. He walked to the corner, sat there, and kept laughing as tears raced down his cheeks, hitting the metallic and cold floor like raindrops.

After six days:

"Do you think he's still alive, Akuishi?" While walking in hurried steps, the guard curiously asked.

"Yes, that researcher told me that his last injection would last four days. I hope Katsuri's right and that this kid is finally stabilized." After letting out a deep and tired sigh, the sleep-deprived Akuishi replied.

"I heard he turned insane after the dehumanization experiment. Is it true?" After raising his eyebrow, the guard asked Akuishi in wonder.

"Yes. Not the good kind of insane that makes someone give up, but the opposite. He became extremely hostile after he turned insane."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. Even after he became insane, his rage was still there. The thirst for revenge and his blood lust was very much present, at an alarming rate may I say."

"That's not good. Is the isolation experiment really going to make him obedient?" Before reaching the vault, the guard asked in a concerned voice.

"Six days in a completely silent and narrow room with a white light that is always turned-on while being chained with no food or water with only a bunch of memories of your family being massacred. I'm pretty sure he won't mentally survive." After eyeing the guard and giving him an evil smirk, Akuishi replied in a confident voice.

The guard opened the vault door just to see Kurayama sitting in the corner with his eyes wide open and bags under them, not uttering a single word or moving at all.

"As expected, not even you can survive such torture. Anyways, full healing." After placing his hand on Kurayama's forehead, Akuishi said in a voice filled with disappointment and disinterest.

The guard proceeded to unchain Kurayama and took him out of the vault. Then, he walked him back to his cell, while the latter did nothing but obediently walk to his prison.

Kurayama sat in his dead quiet room, in the corner, and stared at the one-way mirror, completely dead inside. Just sitting, waiting for what's coming next.