It was a tight space. To fit in there, that is.

That confined cell with nothing but cold iron bars keeping him in. He was strong. Way too strong. He had been abducted from birth, and the kidnappers have never been found. Neither has the child. But their right here. Hiding under all of your noses. Right here, the lab, bang on in the middle of Seoul. The biggest lab in Korea. Or maybe in all Asia and further.

It is believed to hold animal experiments, and space investigators and such, however who says a human isn't an animal?

That's right, here in this lab, in the middle of Seoul, holds what could be the most deadliest weapons known to man. Humans, that have been taken away from their homes in the dead of night, and taken here to be tortured. Tortured into power.

They can never be free. Not with this space their in. They can't get out. They haven't mastered their abilities yet, so their caged up in these cramped cells, this... this so called medicine taking them over.

They don't know what's happening to them. Their bodies are mutating, inside and outside. However... they still seem human through all of those changes. Unless they get mad, that is.

See, these seven boys were taken from their families to have a specific drug tested on them, one oh-so powerful to reconstruct the human mind, and turn it into something retched, something evil.

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He was tangled in those chains, at that point. Seeing his brother being hurt like that was just too much for him. Pinning him down to the table, cutting his wrists to test what pain he could handle, the screaming and yelling loud enough for people outside the lab so hear, his struggle to break free, the tears strolling down his face as they sliced open his frail and weak skin. What's wrong with them?

"GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW," The man yelled, chained to the wall of his cell, knowing he was being watched by many people from the other side of that 'mirror'.

"STOP HURTING HIM!" His tears couldn't hold back as memories of his bloody brother come back into his mind. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US?! YOU EVIL EVIL PEOPLE! YOU HAVE NO HEARTS!" He couldn't stop, he couldn't break free. Attempting to escape would mean what's worse than death, so he dared not move, but his mouth sure did.

"GET TAEHYUNG OUT NOW." He screamed through pure agony as he heard more screams of hurt and help ring through the walls. His screams were so loud, they were full of pure agony, he was being tortured, after all.

A speaker turned on inside of the mans chamber. "Jungkook, we are not letting him go, you know that, and the more you yell, the more we will hurt you, and all of your other so called brothers, so I suggest you shut up, okay?" It was a calm man on the other side, black hair with a thin moustache and big round glasses.

He wore a long white coat, meaning he was obviously one of the retched scientists who worked here.

Jungkook's eyes flooded with tears as he saw himself in the mirror. He looked  a mess.

Shirtless, wearing white pants covered in blood from his own torture, scabs and deep wounds covering his full chest. He must do exercise, but forced exercises for experiments of course.

His face was stained with tears as he heard the helpless screams from Taehyung next door, who was currently having some of his teeth ripped out of his mouth using pliers.
"Ah, Taehyungie..." Jungkook felt his head drop and he saw his tears drop into the pool of blood below his feet.

He couldn't fight back, there was no point any more, being held here was his life now. Did anyone even remember him now? It sure didn't seem like it. How haven't they been caught yet? The sneaky Bastards.

It felt like hours of Taehyung screaming and yelling for help to come. And Jungkook just had to direct his thoughts. He attempted to think about what the outside world was like, make his own universe, or count to the highest number he could without fail. He hasn't been able to get education since he's been stuck here his whole life. However he does know a little, he did get a bit of schooling for experiments.

Do they not have any mercy?

Just as he was about to loose all concentration, he heard a louder yell than what he's heard so far.

"NO NO NO NONONONO!!! NO PLEASE! NO PLEASE! NO DON'T HURT JIMIN! NO PLEASE NO!" Taehyung yelled through agonized screams. Wait jimin's there?!

-Taehyung's POV-

He had been hurt, all right. His teeth being ripped out, fingernails being torn from his skin, massive knife wounds going from one side of his wrist to the other, more random knife wounds, his hair being ripped out... even if is hair did grow back almost immediately, that gave them even more hair to pull out.

But now, this is the most painful part. Having to look directly in the suffering eyes of his brother as he gets tortured, maybe even worse than him.

No, they can't do this to him. They can't they can't they can't!

His eyes began to steam with anger, until a fire was lit within them. But it wasn't a orange fire, no... it was a purple fire. It raged brightly, lighting up his face with a vibrant indigo color. But this is what they wanted. They wanted him to get angry.

But nether the less, being the disgusting creatures they are, they want to hurt Jimin anyways.

Poor Jimin never got Fed, they wanted to know what would happen if they were starved, and deprived of water or any kind of liquids. That's why he was so thin, so small and thin.

A tear rolled down his face as he was strapped to the chair using metal, looking at the tortured Taehyung in the eyes, which were still purple. He didn't care for the fact that he was getting hurt, he wanted Taehyung to be safe... he didn't want to see him like this...

It's okay. Jimin mouthed, smiling forcefully, pushing more tears from his eyes as the men in coats pulled a cart of numerous weapons to the side, and messed around with the chair so he couldn't get out. He wasn't going to try anyways.

His soft pink hair was going to be ripped out, his pearly white teeth are going to be pulled from their rightful place, his skin is going to be torn, his nails are never going to grow back, maybe. And that smile will forever be gone. Forever.

Taehyung was forced to watch as the men placed some sort of mechanical thing on his eyes so they were forced to stay open, and if he looked away, he got yet another knife wound in his arms and Jimin would get it worse.

Now that is torture.

Jimin yelped as they forced some liquids into both of his arms with a huge and bulky needle that obviously was not needed, just to add to the pain. And then, they began their work.

Quickly and greedily wanting to see his blood, they put a bucket underneath him to catch all of his warm and fresh blood. He felt the piercing feel of a knife stab into the palm of his hand, turning around inside if him as they plunged another into the other hand, twisting and turning it.

He let out a loud cry and lifted his head up, he was screaming the room down through agony and anger as his eyes turned purple with anger and pain.

Taehyung cried from the other side of the room as they held Down his small squirming body as they shoved a knife into his top shoulder, twisting that around too. The blood was everywhere, all on their white coats, all over jimin's bare chest, on his face, all over his hands and a huge pool of it on the floor.

The blood progressively dripped down his arm and dripped onto the floor. That's not where blood should be.

Jimin was becoming pale, he was going to die... but surely they won't allow that...

His face was covered in blood. His lips had lost their pink plush, and his eyes were dull and foggy. They pain had taken over his mind. He was going crazy.

He spasmed in the chair, his legs and bare feet shaking vigorously. His arms flexing and retracting, and his fingers digging into the metal, the pain seething in and sinking into his body.

No he can't take this anymore. Taehyung, he can't watch. He can't do this anymore.

-Jungkook's POV-

He cried at the screaming of Jimin, and the sobbing and yelling of Taehyung who was pleading them to stop. He heard that Jimin was going crazy and having some sort of spasm through Taehyung's begging words.

If he wasn't careful, it would be him again.

You see, it was Tae's and jimin's first time today, but it wasn't jungkook's.

He was an exception. He had some sort of immunity against that purple stuff. It didn't work so well on him.

The scientists found it extremely hard to anger him and make his eyes turn purple, it wasn't that he was angry, but it was like he could control that... that stuff.

He never used to be able to, but the amount that has been put inside of him makes him understand of a way to control it, to keep it away from taking him over, keeping him from going crazy... which sadly... he presumed Jimin already has done from what he's heard.

Spasms, eyes fogged out, he's already half way there. He's going to be completely turned soon if he doesn't try to put up with the pain. It's hard, but it's the best you can do, use your last energy to push it back inside of you. That's the best information Jungkook can grant.

Believe in yourself, almost love yourself, force it out with good thoughts and such, and it stays back, you have to try, even if it's the hardest thing you've ever done.

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authors note:

i won't be updating in a while because this is just chapter one to see how people react, and when i have finnished the story i can publish it for real with the help of a few people i guess :) so i guess see you in 20 years or something lol XD btw i still find it hard to write these type of things because i hate hurting my babies and it litterally hurt my hearteu to write like this but THAT'S WHAT IT'S LIKE SO PLZ DON'T HATE PLZ. I DON'T LIKE IT EITHER EEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE