Re: It's Quiet... [PRIVATE]

Fri May 12, 2017 6:54 pm

The young male stared wide eyed at the doctor as he was approached by him. The fear in his wide dark eyes was striking and obvious, like a child about to be beaten by an incoming threat. His head hurt so much from the stress, making him want to hold his head and hide from the impending hurting he would feel. He felt like a balloon was in his head, a balloon made of spikes... Tears came from his eyes, his face red from the stress. He wanted to cry out, but knew those cries would fade on deaf ears.

Reasoning wasn't possible either. This man obviously wanted to hurt him, and nothing would stop him. But the boy was scared; the man was stronger, much scarier than he was, and to top it, bigger. He didn't show a kind face, it was a merciless one... One that wanted the kid dead. He stared him straight in the face as he uttered the word 'dead'. He swallowed hard, being paralyzed by fear of the unknown.

And that unknown... Was touching the boy's neck. The instant the man had gripped his skinny little child neck, the boy's mind and body momentarily disconnected. His face went slack, his body loosening as his head was hit against the wall a few times. The seeming to be attempts at smashing his head open just triggered something... Ugly. The child immediately lost any sense of fear, things flashing through his mind. They didn't linger long enough for him to grasp what they were and why they were there, but enough for the feelings to leak into his mind.

The moment of disconnection was gone in an instant. He screamed, a bloodcurdling, loud scream, that would echo within the room. The second he began screaming, was the second the doctor would be blown onto his back, hands unable to be seen keeping him pinned to the floor, and two more sprouting and grabbing his neck, bearing a tight grip on the snake man. The white haired boy, eyes full of tears, had ripped the man's hand off his neck, and gave him a merciless set of punches to the face, screaming "why" with each punch, until his hands slammed against the ground so hard, blood would appear from the slight cracks on the floor.

The boy's entire body shook as he panted heavily, feeling quite sick. His head throbbed, his hands hurt, and he was providing extra stress to himself with whatever else he was doing. His knees dug into the man's abdomen as he hung over him, coughing and sputtering from near lack of lung circulation.

Sat May 13, 2017 9:05 am

"…Dead…" The Doctor whispered, seeing the fear in the boy's eyes. By dead, he meant that the kid would be dead if the Doctor was actually going to kill him, for good. Of course, the Doctor would not simply let a subject like this pass away. In many ways, It was dealing with and seeing what manipulations would affect him that gave the Doctor his greatest high. He was unaffected by the tears and other signs of pain that the boy was giving off. The only thing that he cared about was seeing if he would try to stop what happened next.

Hmm? The Doctor had the instant to wonder, seeing the facial muscles relax as he gripped around the flesh of Shiro's neck. Reflex…? He wondered, before relaxing his own muscles. It was interesting that he only reacted to the Doctor's hand, something which likely wouldn't deal as much damage as that wound that had dripped blood onto the Doctor's fingers.

The noise hit him like a freight train. Or would have. For the Doctor, that sound was as common as an alarm clock ringing when one was already awake. There. He thought, his body roughly pushed away from the boy. His feet stumbled, Hebi uncoiling herself before expanding as she caught the Doctor with her large body. Pressing against the ground, she righted the man, or tried to.

"Haha…" He lightly chuckled, a small smile on his lips as Hebi stretched herself out, opening her mouth. As Shiro came down to pummel him…. The Doctor's body slid into the snake itself, his skin warping and inverting as he was pushed out of the snake's mouth, popping out with his flesh and skeleton showing from the inside… before his skin righted itself, Hebi's mouth moving back up around him as he straightened out.

"Why do you defend yourself so fiercely?" The Doctor countered, his hand reaching down and lifting Shiro by the back of his shirt. "Because… you want something… to live…" With those words, the Doctor tugged on Shiro's body, tossing him back at the table. Interestingly, the Doctor definitely had a technique to deal with situations like he had just placed Shiro within. He was a master of escaping… with several techniques he had developed over the years in order to accomplish that goal. If there was any man who was prepared to flee death, it was the Doctor, Kabuto Hebi.

"You live, for now." The Doctor informed him, the killing intent dissipating, though he did not move otherwise. He was interested in whether or not Shiro would try to attack him again, or if he would just be happy with the fact that the Doctor was no longer intending to kill him

Sat May 13, 2017 1:12 pm

The boy felt the aftermath of the adrenaline rush hit him like a train. He felt exhausted, foggy in the head. The pain in his body and mind was growing too great for him to go on. He vaguely noticed the strange man had slipped right from under him. Whatever he was holding the man down with had seemingly vanished as he felt a shivering sensation of something slithering or... Retracting into his back.

He felt almost none of the earlier malice from before, which simply told his mind and body it was alright to sleep. Things slowly faded into obscurity to him. The world slowly twisted and faded, his eyes drifting only half closed. He wasn't truly awake, but he wasn't fully asleep either; some sort of state where he was minorly aware of the physical world.

Though what he had most awareness in, was in his mind. He dreamed that he was in a pitch black space. He could only see himself in a white outline. The floor looked and felt like a mirror. He felt incredibly dizzy, falling onto his hands and knees, staring directly into the mirrored floor. His skin... Wriggled in some places. This sensation was so intense he felt ill.

The boy's skin felt like it was having sandpaper rubbed against it, which frightened the hell out of him. He felt pure discomfort, until he looked down at the mirror.
The reflection had black abysses for eyes. He jumped but couldn't quite move; the reflection had grabbed him, and was starting to pull him in. He tried to scream for help, but his mouth couldn't move; it was suddenly sewn shut, and the stitches hurt.. And itched...

The reflection seemed to change into something far more monstrous and hideous in appearance as it dragged the boy down. He tried so hard to call out for help but it hurt too badly to try. The black void that had resembled a mirror had now changed shape; it was a valley of black maggots attempting to drag him in with their tiny mouths. It reeked of dead corpses all of a sudden, the boy starting to tear up.

Physically he was emitting small grunts, scrunching his face up ever so often.

Tue May 16, 2017 11:21 am

"Falling asleep, are we…" The Doctor muttered, watching the boy fall into sleep. Hmm, it's more like unconsciousness. He thought, noting the muscles on the boy's body that had not completely relaxed. Hmm? The Doctor thought, his eyes widening as a voice began to speak to him… a voice that he was well used to.

"You Fool… did you think you could give up that easily…? Maybe if you didn't let yourself be so weak, this wouldn’t have to happen… but now you'll be haunted…"

A bead of sweat gently trailed down the Doctor's face. It had been some time since the tongue of Madness had invoked, but there it was, clear as day. So something in this one is conflicting against him… interesting… The Doctor contemplated each of these changes, approaching the boy once again.

Reaching under the table, he pulled out two devices. One was for the button camera that was pointed at this room. The other was a box, with several numbers on it. Holding the box above the boy's head, the Doctor observed as the numbers changed rapidly. Mental activity increased… spiritual power also increased… good… now is it time for him to relax…? No, I think not…

The Doctor smiled, before lifting the boy up by the collar… and sinking into the ground with him, passing through without it harming either of them...

When Shiro next came to, he would be strapped to a table, white feathers laying all around its edges. The feathers were there to enact a kind of calming effect, a remnant of their former master. Her abilities were permanently etched into that table. After all, that was where the Doctor had taken her holy nature, separated her connection with the King of Souls.

The difference was, Shiro was strapped to the table facing down. He was not just bound to the table with straps, though… his very flesh had been stitched to it. The Doctor was not present in the room, at least at first… meaning that if Shiro wanted off the table, he would have to create lacerations around the entire outside of his body… but the Doctor would not be in the room to see it. Footsteps were coming down the hallway, though…

Tue May 16, 2017 1:15 pm

He tried ever so hard to pull through the swamp of ravenous black maggots, breathing heavily despite the horrible smell of rot in the air. He simutaneously wanted to throw up and run, but he had to choose one; running seemed like the better option of the time for now. He had no idea where the maggots had come from; wasn't the floor just a mirror? No time to think about it hard, he needed to get away...

A few minutes into agonized walking through the slimy creatures, he saw multiple dead bodies of little boys, all of them looking about the same. He continued to book it, until he saw a small white island within the sea of living black. He smiled wide, to finally have some relief... He pushed himself further towards it, until he had made it to the island's turf. Right before he was going to step on it, something grabbed his leg.

He felt himself freeze, slowly turning around to seeing a more whole but battered looking version of the dead boys he had seen before. His had jerked around unnaturally to be able to properly look at him. The boy slowly mouthed something, one of his eyes rolled up into his skull, a large bleeding gash on the side of his face.

Shiro began shaking the boy away, until he was free and got onto the island. The scenery drastically changed, turning into a nice sunny day on the white hill, the black masses of ugly, writhing black had turned into green fields. He finally was able to be nice and calm, no longer smelling rotting corpses. He felt a warmth, slowly raising his head to look at the sky. He exhaled gently, lying on the white grass.

Then all of a sudden, he heard hissing. Bone chilling, horrible hissing... He heard it from directly under him too, and the hill suddenly felt rough, and like it was moving... He took a good look at the hill, his heart stopping.

The hill was a pile of snakes. White, pristine snakes. He began screaming, then his attention drew to the sky, seeing eyes pop up, yellow, horrifying eyes... Staring at him... Ready to consume his soul...

His eyes opened in a rather fluid motion as he returned to the waking world from the fear, having attempted to sit up. No luck was to be found. It felt like... His body was stapled to the table or something. He began to panic a bit, but stopped, taking a deep breath. Within what little of a perception of vision he has aside from the cool, grey table, he was able to see feathers. A calming sensation washed over him, which made him feel good. He felt like he could forget all his troubles at the moment with how good he felt. He let out a gentle sigh of relaxation, soon forgetting his current predicament.

Tue May 16, 2017 2:48 pm

"Finally awake, are we?" A familiar voice asked Shiro. If the boy shifted his head to look up, he would be greeted with the face of Hebi the white snake. It moved close to him, looking right into his eyes, and even bumping his nose with its own. The snake backed up relatively quickly at that, as if surprised. "Hmm…" The voice continued, before a cold feeling appeared at the back of the male's neck.

"Yes. So then… I needed you in this position so that I would able to access the back of your neck… This is what you are going to help me with." The Doctor explained as Hebi the Snake slid along his back…. Before biting down into his neck. A burning sensation, as if Shiro's very soul was being violated, pulsated through every part of his body, the snake's teeth burning into him before releasing something inside, as if it were an injection, straight into the jugular.

The snake withdrew itself, though the pain remained. The two black dots that had appeared on the back of Shiro's neck began to slide towards one another, forming a black tattoo in the shape of a fang. The Doctor had decided that this would be a subject to experience field tests, so he needed to keep track of him with his Mark.
A Mark that even the Doctor did not know how to remove… other than if he willed it. The calm would be completely shattered, replaced only with that burning feeling…

"…" Snipping sounds could be heard as the Doctor cut the flesh at the back of Shiro's head. The blade cut into the back of his head, not that he could feel it. The burning sensation searing deep within him, yes… but everything else had gone completely numb. Only the clipping sounds of the scissors directly behind his head gave any indication that something was happening. Then, the clanging of metal against the table could be heard, echoing out as the Doctor slid the object into the cut he had made into the skull… where the object slid smoothly inside.

No intention to harm, no sense of danger whatsoever; only the burning sensation on the back of his neck. The boy could not see what was happening; the Doctor had specifically restricted his movements, as well as the feathers helping to calm his mind in addition to the distraction of the intense pain. Finally, the Doctor placed a hand on the back of the male's head, not that he could feel it. He could only feel his head being moved about slightly, something pressing on the back of it, the pain of the bite beginning to fade away.

A comforting purple light emitted from the back of his head… and like that, the wound was sealed again. "There, finished." The Doctor got out, stepping in front of Shiro again. "Curl your toes on both feet." He instructed. If Shiro did so, every one of the strings would snap, the pressure from the blade connecting each of the stitches clipping them and freeing him.

"All done…"

Tue May 16, 2017 4:31 pm

Shiro had slowly allowed his head to look up when he felt the foreboding presence of the snake man who had almost killed him before. He did a few thoughts of panic, thinking this man was going to harm him once more. He noticed the snake last, ironically, before it had touched noses with him. He was a little confused as to why the snake even got that close, though felt a cold sensation on the back of his neck, which compelled him to investigate, just to remember his arms and legs were still restrained by... He wouldn't know, he couldn't see.

He listened to the hooded snake man's words, feeling a new sense of fear of the unknown as the man radiated with something the boy could not comprehend. He was a little more prepared for it this time, but what he wasn't prepared for was the feeling of something slithering along his back.
"What are you going to- OW!" The boy squeaked the last part as his voice broke, feeling an intense pain throbbing from where the snake had bit, which transformed into a burning sensation within his entire body. Even his soul shivered from the pain, the feeling of being in a fire.

He couldn't move, even more so compared to before considering it was like he was stuck to the table... But that probably was what happened, though he didn't understand how. He knew why; this man needed to have a view of the back of his neck, but for what? His thought process halted when he heard snipping noises. The burning made it hard to not cry, but he heard snipping specifically behind his head. The doctor felt and sounded like he was directly behind him...
"W-what are you doing..?" He asked, his tone quite lazy and slurred because of the feathers giving him a calming effect and whatever bit him had numbed him. He couldn't move his head, or see what the man was doing to him. He knew it wasn't anything he'd like, of course not. He didn't quite understand how this would be helping this guy. He didn't want to help him, he tried to kill him before... He had no idea how he survived; it was all too strange for this kid.

He did a very brief, very held back flinch when he heard metal clang against the table. What was he..? His blood ran cold when he started hearing noises inside of his head. He really wished he could see what was happening; he didn't feel too comfortable with people playing around with his head without his consent or knowledge, or well, it's not like he's ever had this happen to him before. Did it? Now that he thought about it, he honestly couldn't remember anything before the cold, comforting feeling of floating. Whatever the man was doing, it gave him a moment to think clearly, even if it was probably involving his head. It was unsettling that he couldn't quite grasp anything; did he even exist before now? And why was his head moving around? These thoughts continued to swirl in his head, until he heard the man's voice once more.

The pain had gone away, sure, but the confusion hadn't. Whatever he was doing, it sounded like he was done. He still had no clue what he had done to him, unable to guess. He couldn't have done something crazy to his head, right? He didn't feel anything weird... He curled his toes as instructed, feeling whatever restraining him to the table release. He sat up, sitting at the side of the table. He rubbed the area where the mark was subconsciously. He knew there wasn't much of a point in trying to run away; he would probably somehow find and kill him... He knew he was obviously in the room with some sort of crazy person.

"What did you do? What were those snipping noises?" He asked a bit hurriedly, obviously concerned as to what was done to him.

Thu May 18, 2017 10:25 am

"Just… making things… easier…" The Doctor replied, knowing that the boy could not feel a thing. The Doctor was glad that everything had been a success, and the procedure had taken just as much time as he had been expecting. The aesthetic he had applied would fade away within moments of the Doctor finishing.

The only thing that the Doctor had changed completely was the USB port that was now on the back of the male's neck. USB had come a long way over the last four hundred years, and now appeared to be a simple circle that the user could attach whatever other implement they desired to it. He had also added a functionality similar to bluetooth, which would also allow the Doctor another access to the technology that he had placed inside of the boy.

Inside, however, everything would feel natural to him. There would be no discomfort as part of the Doctor's surgery, as the implement that he had inserted melded with the brain stem. "You'll understand… soon enough…" The Doctor stated cryptically, before smiling. "As for the mark on your neck… that just helps me keep track of you. Don't mind it a bit." The Doctor told him, the smile still on his lips. It seemed he enjoyed that joke a bit. Shiro should be very concerned about that mark; after all, the majority of individuals who had that mark placed upon them either had their destinies changed completely… or no longer existed.

Not missing a beat, the Doctor then reached his hand out to the device laid out on the table in front of him. Hitting a few buttons, he looked up at Shiro. "This may sting a bit.." He informed the telepath… before an all-consuming pain roared inside of Shiro's head…

The next thing that he knew, he would be in a sphere, a cocoon. His body was wrapped entirely by it. There… this should work. The Doctor's voice echoed around the space, directly into Shiro's ears. This is your mind. This is your thoughts. This is the average person's experience of looking at themselves. The Doctor forged on, no other sensation passing to Shiro's form.

I have allowed you to see this… because I believe you feel pretty uncomfortable in there, hmm…? Well… you could end up in there for an infinite amount of time… caught in that sphere, unable to move, unable to sense… because that is your mind. So concentrate, focus. Only by willing for your mind to expand, to allow for you to see within your own consciousness, will you be able to make any progress…

Presumably, if Shiro gave it his all, he could cause for the box to expand. He could cause for it to become a little bit bigger than the size of his body, at least at first. It would be very draining, but it would be possible. It was even possible he would get a nosebleed in the actual world from the mental strain… The Doctor hoped that his brain would not explode. That would be bothersome to clean up.

Thu May 18, 2017 3:15 pm

Shiro was shivering a bit, as if suffering from fear, but was actually mildly curiosity. In the depths of this boy's mind, he was genuinely wondering why he was here, why this man had taken him. Why and how did he survive this man almost cutting him open? His mind crept into a morbid place; a what if scenario if this serpentine man had done what he wished. His mind drew out a rather gruesome image of the white haired boy leaning against the wall, throat having finger marks on his skinny, pale neck.

The boy immediately looked up at the doc when he spoke to him once more. Then he made the comment about the mark and... How... It kept track of him. He felt his face warm up, flushing red. He was hoping he wouldn't be able to see where he was in detail... That wouldn't be right... He could watch him bathe, or, something... He swallowed a bit, soon dipping his head. He had the quiet, little thought to just keep his head down, and maybe nothing else would happen.

Well a something else sure did happen. He heard the doc's words and before he could even react, he felt a pain so powerful in his head, even worse than the previous headaches, that soon the world turned black.

He was so certain he fainted. But no, he was fully awake, he was fully aware. He didn't black out, the world turned black, and the world had caved in onto him. It was cramped, it was tight, it was so small. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even see. He couldn't feel anything either. The only thing that seemed to exist was his mind, his consciousness, and that terrified him.

What brought him away from this terror was hearing the doctor's voice. Would be very ironic to call it a light in the darkness but it was all he had at the moment that ensured that reality didn't just suddenly collapse into nonexistence for him. He listened to the doctor's words, fear creeping around in his mind as he tried to make sense of it. His mind? This empty darkness was his mind? That's honestly really weird... It reminded him of... What would happen to a caterpillar, minus the whole body turning into soup then turning into a beautiful creature.

Now he put in the thought in his mind that he could be in this uncomfortable state forever... The boy could easily understand the concept of infinity from context alone. He didn't want to be in this state of nothing... Forever. It would get boring.

Then he introduced another idea to him; expanding it. Willing his mind to broaden. Now... That sounded far better than this tiny, cramped space. He had no clear idea on how to preform this, but... He might as well try.

He began trying to somehow will this tiny space to broaden, to extent. He began to feel strain as the space around him began to slowly move outward. It hurt, somehow, but it was working. Physically, the strain appeared. The boy's lip twitched involuntarily as his nostrils began to drip a crimson liquid.

He stressed it as much as he could, until he couldn't take the pain anymore. He felt like the innards of his head would turn into soup if he were to proceed. He still couldnt sense anything, he honestly had no proof anything happened aside from the strain. He needed to open his eyes, well, if he HAD eyes like this. He couldn't feel anything present to open unfortunately.

Open... Open... He repeated the word, trying to have something happen... Something form... Something to feel... A long time nothing happened, but then light peeked in somewhere, somehow seeing was possible. The light burned, but he kept going. What he would think were eyes slowly adjusted to the lights, and what had been created finally revealed.

And honestly, he was kind of wishing he didn't have his sense of sight, and was eternally grateful that his ability to walk or feel was shut off. The room was disturbing, being lit by random bulbs of white in the walls, which actually looked like some sort of... Fleshy mushroom. The walls and floor, at least in his vision, were a pale, sickly white with small tree-like cracks that revealed a red sort of flesh between them. He felt some sort of brain nausea or something, because not only did it look terrifying, it moved.

It pulsated, it tensed and relaxed, like muscles and skin. He swore he saw some veins popping as the living walls and floor existed. He wanted it to go away, he wanted it to stop, but he couldn't. Nothing changed at all. The sickening appearance of the small room was only made more eerie with the dim lights.

He wanted to scream to the doc to let him out, he wanted to leave oh so badly, but there wasn't really anything to shout with. He had absolutely no idea how exactly he was present here, but he wanted to leave. It unsettled him to the core; he wasn't exactly afraid of the room, but somewhat subconsciously afraid of what it represented to him.

Tue May 23, 2017 10:02 am

The Doctor did not comment on the sudden increase of adrenaline present within the male when he mentioned how he could track him. After all, the Doctor had no interest in doing such things or violating his privacy. To the point, he had no desires like those to begin with, save for the time that he spent with his wife… and that one other time. Outside of those, however, the Doctor's mind did not emit more than a small amount of hormones. Why should he? He did not need them to motivate him.

Everything is working so far… The Doctor contemplated, putting this down in his notes. That was perhaps the most beautiful part of this particular experiment; the Doctor could interact with it himself while also taking the notes himself. While it did not bother him to have one of his Selves do it, there was still not much quite like starting up an experiment and seeing where it leads.

Yes, it would get boring. The Doctor did not read Shiro's mind or do anything else of the sort, though he answered the way he was feeling. It was simply a primal instinct, an understanding that reached close to the Doctor's soul. It was part of what made him.. Him. He despised that empty darkness, the dullness of it all. He could very well stand being immortal when there were so many interesting things left to be explored and interacted with. So long as things would be interesting, he would stay alive. The very day that things became perfect, stale, unable to change… that was the only day that the Doctor Kabuto Hebi would truly perish.

Bit by bit, the boy managed to expand his mind. The Doctor did not provide any kind of assistance in this matter; he simply continued to monitor the screen. He would not provide medical attention for this. How interesting… I wonder what actually causes someone's 'inner world' to appear… The Doctor wondered to himself, observing his technology. It was running how it was supposed to, infusing the boy with the capacity to add constructs to his mental space, based on the deepest recesses of his mind.

Only one part of the Doctor was observing this. The entire rest of his mind was tracking the information, the data. He was recording it, noting how the different parts of Shiro's mind reacted to this stimuli, how it was making all of this happen. The Doctor needed this information if he was ever going to repeat it.

You appear unsettled. The Doctor's voice mentioned, looking at the closet-sized box. I recommend embracing the space around you, push a bit more, make it just a bit bigger. After all, you will be able to handle anything which enters this space. The Doctor communicated to Shiro. Find your courage. It's very important. Perhaps it was a bit odd to hear a being like the Doctor, one rooted in science, talking about courage. However, there was not a trace of a lie in his statement; he was speaking the truth, whether Shiro believed it or not.