A lightning bolt staggers throughout my body, and jolting me wide awake. The sudden pain sizzles out, leaving me limp and disorientated as my scattered senses try to make out the world. Pants coming in and out as I begin to panic.

First thing I notice is that I'm laying flat on my back, and as my eyes slowly sharpen up, I try to move. Only for bindings on my every limb to hold me down. I shake my head clear, really putting in effort to ignore the rising panic, and look at the bindings.

Only for my heart to stagger in my chest as I gaze at the obsidian bindings, so thick and strong I have no chance to put any fight against it. I doubt anything could break these bindings.

With panic rapidly taking a firm hold on me, I wildly look around. For anything familiar, even if it's my friends on other tables. But all I see are lab coats, test tubes and papers all about.

Then I spot one man not doing anything, just starring at me with a vile smirk on his face. The temperature drastically drops, as my memory dragging forth the man who 'talked' to me while I was chains. It's this man, that sick and corrupt man.

experiment

My heart explodes with every beat, shear panic blasting through me. I don't know what's going happening and I so scared of it. I can't fight it, I can't do anything against. My friends can't help me since they're also suffering by these sick people!

"Subject is ready, injecting serum." I try to turn my neck away when I feel the sharp needle enter the other side. A pointless action, I can practically feel the cool foreign substance flowing into me. Something I do not want right now.

I glare at the injector, fear boiling into anger that climbs higher and higher towards that jerk. I sneer at him, a man of research or not, he's going to pay for doing whatever the heck he just did for me. Then he's going into debt for whatever's happening to my friends.

My toes and fingers curl at the thought of them. Are they in a situation like mine? Are they all alone too? Axel and Petra should be able to handle it, Lukas maybe, but Olivia might break. She's a thinker, and still has pessimism traits, she won't be able to deal with this. And these bastards will pay for every laying a finger on them.

Fire suddenly runs rampant through my body and I jerk against the bindings, knowing I can't escape but unable to stop the impulses none the less. I glare at whatever sick scientist is closest to me, pain and rage twisting in my face as he just writes down notes.

Within a few moments my head pounds uncontrollably, as if thunder is going off all around it. Toasting any ability to form thoughts, only the urge to survive this. Only the need to fight through for my friends.

Something pokes my shoulder, sending seething pain deeper into me. I snarl and growl at the scientist, wanting just to tear into him for the horrid and devilish sins he's committing. Every ounce of raging agony fueling that desire more and more.

"Strong presence of inhuman reactions within a few moments. Shaping up to be a Tier 3 at least sir."

I scream and thrash against these accused bindings as my skin begins to sizzle. Burning torture engulfing all across body, my organs twisting into themselves as everything reaches a new height of pain. A new height of rage for these demons for ever inflicting such misery upon me.  

"He's going to be a Tier 4, I can feel it."

That vile voice sends ripples of fury throughout the storm of thunder and lightning and pain in my head. I want to just rip out his throat for saying such things about me as I'm suffering right here before him.

My back arches against the table as my bones snap and crackle, plunging me into a ocean of torment and agony. Waves upon waves of more bone snapping, more pain crashing down on top of me as the storm still screams furiously in my head.

Burning blood roars throughout my body. To my head trying to contain thunder bolts to my skin that's been lit on fire. To my bones crushing and grinding against each other. To my organs battling each other as lava pours all over them.

A darkness, numb and cool, rises amidst all these suffering, so easy to fall into and leave this contorting pain. A offer of escape from this hell inside my own body, a hell with numerous demons and devils all crackling hysterically from my torment.

Roaring, I push it away. Pushing it away as hard as I can and just focusing to live through this pure agonizing torture myself. If that darkness is death then I'll have no part of it. I'll take my chances with demons and devils than it.

Then my muscles spiral wildly into overdrive. Shaking as pain drives into them too, expanding them wider and wider than I ever thought possible. I try with all my might and with all the agony to motivate me to break these chains, but nothing. I'm trapped here within all this pain.

I twist away from my arm when a fire seems to break free from within my blood and onto my skin. The seething blaze suddenly plunges into freezing misery as it spreads across the limb, sucking up life and shooting a frozen torture to my mind. The mind with thunder battling viciously inside it.

The darkness reaches out for me again, and I hesitate to push it away when my organs try to strangle each other with my lungs exploding from all the stress. But when the darkness comes to grab me, I scream at it and throw it off of me. I'm not ready for that yet, not now, not until I get back at these people for doing this. Not until I get so much revenge.

The frozen wasteland that's covers most my skin begins to ache, almost bursting as if it were trying to contain some force. My attention is violently ripped away from it thought when the storm in my head reaches new heights, thunder going off with every thought that tries to spark up.

My muscles seethe, withering up and expanding in agony all at the same time. Organs strangling themselves so they could just end it already. Bones grinding against each other with every thrash I make against the vile bindings holding me in place.

I vaguely sense my throat feeling raw and dry, but it's nothing compared to the ablazed blood running rampant in the veins next to it. 

Then, as if this excruciating torment was not enough already for my thundering head to withstand, my eyes burn. As if the very own eyeballs have turned against me and set themselves on fire. Killing themselves just to make me wither more.

The darkness rises up again but I shove it down with more fury than last time. I have already gotten this far, I need to live so I can inflict this very same torture upon these demented scientists. If they think they can just do this to me without any consequences then they will learn the error of their ways very soon. 

My skin explodes apart, unable to handle any more of that bursting pressure. It's actually more of a tiny relief than anything, the pain dimming across my skin.

With that pain out the way, the storm within my brain rages into a new level. Almost as if thunder and lightning decided to hug each other around my skull to continuously shock me as the pain climbs higher and higher to new unbearable levels.  

My eyes threaten to pop right out of my skull as fire erupts from within them. My intestines coiling around each other just trying to end it all for me. A rock replacing my heart and it bashing against my ribs in some horrid attempt to break them apart.  

With one final agonizing pop, my bones just stop hurting. I don't think about it though as my muscles tense and tremble in torment, the pain ever growing in them as blood boils in them. Blood still burning and sending my body alight with a fire that I need to go out.

Unbelievably, my eyes stop trying to kill me. Their vicious booms of pressure and heat as if they were exploding over and over again, fade into a dull pounding ache. Nothing compared to what it just was.

The thunder battle doesn't cease in my head though, it doesn't get stronger but it still sucks the living daylights out of me in excruciating misery. The darkness still there, calling out to me just to accept it and take all this pain away.

I ignore it, my focus ripped towards my organs trying to kill each other. The flipping and contorting of my stomach ramming into my twisting liver all the while my guts want to strangle me inside and out.

To my everlasting surprise and relief, they calm down. They now only feel like an iron golem just punched me in the stomach, much better than they were a just a moment ago. So much better.

Then the muscles follow, the seething pain deflating. Leaving it as sore as running through a million worlds without pause, but still, improvement I'll take.

The storm in my head clears up too, my blood cooling down to normal temperatures. My heart or lungs don't feel any better at all, but that's fine. I can ignore that while I think of some plan to murder everyone in this room for striking all of this torment into me and not feeling any remorse whatsoever!

I snarl and snap my eyes open, the world burry but I don't care. I just really want to rip someone's heart out. Watch the life drain from their eyes, slowly so they can suffer through pain just like what they thought they could do to me.

If only I could break these bonds! Growling, I thrash against them again. A murderous rage screaming at me to push past the aches and sore because it will all be worth it when their blood paints the walls. Their screams payment for all the ones that were ripped out of my throat.

"Sir! T-The subject lives! Our first successful Tier 4!"

An inhuman roar bursts from my lips. I resist the urge to scold myself for how incredibly weak that sounded and just focus on breaking these binds. They won't be so happy about my torture after I put them through one of my own.

I screech in joy as the chains strain by my strength, my anger ready to leap out and suck the life from these demons. To bask in their tears of pain and the smell of fresh blood as their guts litter the ground.

"Sedate him! NOW!" 

A faint sting enters my neck and I try to bite at it. My teeth crush something and I smile in triumph. It's time these demons know fear. The last lesson the shall ever know is the heart clenching fear of what happens when you push me through hell.

My sore pathetic muscles though refuse to follow my command. I growl in rage, but even that becomes faint as I can no longer feel any blood rush throughout me. My heart no longer beating in a fury to get out and rip other people's out.

I fight at it, this heaviness wrapping around me. I snarl one last time before it takes over. But I swear, when I wake up with even more strength everything around me will burn with the same pain and fury that they just put me through.

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*smiles innocently* I'm normal.

Anyway! Consider this the start of mental hell that will pour down upon Jesse, and if you can't handle that, well, you have been warned.

But if you liked that be sure to stick around, because oh, oh the torture that will come.

Whelp, that's all from me, I know it's another short chapter (next one will be longer don't worry). And see you all again in another five days!