Trials!

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Dedication: Tomahony1 for literally being amazing and just excisting. Lysm and thank for everything!

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"Do you not remember the last time you accomplished what was asked of you?" A boisterous voice shouted in a motivating manner from the centre of a large echoey room."How proud you felt once you left the room. Don't you want to do that for us now?"

Dr Martin Brenner, a middle-aged man with neat white hair, who was dressed in a formal suit, got up from his chair, once more, to address the many adults around him. "Just a moment. We're experiencing some, um-technical difficulties"

Chuckling at his sarcasm, the man crouched down onto his ankles so he could gain eye contact with a small boy of about four foot. The boy was dressed in a patterned hospital gown that barely went past his own knees. He, along with Dr Brenner, was standing on a high platform that faced many figures in lab coats along with the minority who wore so what normal clothes.

"Do it" Brenner whispered quietly into the boy's ear. The sound came off as more of a hiss from a snake-like creature rather than an actual human being, but the boy heard it and took it in.

"No"

His words were short, blunt and completely final. He was not going to do it. Not for the mere entertainment of others, or 'scientific research' as they called it. The audience was growing rather impatient with the small child comparable to the man he was standing beside.

"Very well"

Some men stood out from behind a group of other people. They were big, muscular beings with about three feet in height on the poor child. They wore black attire only and had belts latched onto the fabric around their waste. They approached the little boy quickly and grabbed him under the arms forcefully. He stood no chance and was quickly swept off the ground.

"No, no! No!" he screamed as he struggled in their arms. They were approaching the door fast but the little boy didn't want to go through the door. Not back to the place. "NO!"

The guards froze suddenly, allowing the boy to wriggle free and drop onto the floor. He stood in front of them, breathing heavily. Neither could move a muscle. The only thing that had remotely any activity were their eyes as they twitched in complete horror.

Brenner just stood and watched, a smile growing wider each second as he spotted the hand of one of the security men making its way towards his belt.

It all happened in an instant. A loud bang echoed around the metallic walls and bounced from one place to the other. Two bodies dropped to the ground before anyone could react to the mess.

One of the security guards gained feeling again and ran off, far away from the scene with no questions, the other, getting the short end of the stick.

The little boys face, pulsed with veins as blood trickled down his right nostril. He had been knocked out.

Dr Brenner slowly approached the scene, his smirk now a full-fledged smile that crossed the entire length of his face.

A pool of blood met Brenner's foot dramatically as he turned round to face his many colleagues. A sheer nod was all he gave, but the entire room knew. He was happy and so were they.

He walked over to the little boy who had then gained a tad of his consciousness. "Well done, Four, very good"

Brenner lifted the child up and left the room. He walked down a large stretch of hallway that led to an alley of doors. Still with the child in his arms, he opened one of the doors.

The 'room' was sort of cosy looking. It had a bed, a metal nightstand and a baby-proofed table that was similar to a dresser.

The walls, like in the previous room, were made of metal but something was extremely isolating about this particular one.

He placed the child onto the bed and left the room, closing the door behind himself.

The boy woke silently and looked around the room. His eyes adjusted to the light and he sat himself up. Aggravated, he slammed his hand down, hard, onto the bed as he let out a long, horrendous screech of pure angst.

How could he have done that? It was wrong, so completely awful and he'd given Papa exactly what he'd wanted.

Well, Joey could change that. Joey could change anything that went on in a human brain.

If he wanted to.