Ch. 1- The beginning of the End
There are things that I want to do.
Those things would be deemed as horrible if I said them out loud.
I keep them trapped and tied up in a little pretty bow to disguise them, from myself.
Pretty things never attracted me.
Is it nasty to love the sick part of me.
Does it make me less human...am i beyond saving? Do I even want to be.
"It's...Sasuke." My mother chirps as she perks up at the nurse. The waiting room is a festering pit of injured and sick people and their doomed existence. Everyone's injuries seem urgent, those who showed such wounds.
I catch the eye of most as being the one with a pristine bill of health. No gashes, no bullet marks, no amputated limb. I was well attached and clean. They all seemed very distrusting of my proximity.
Who could blame them? For all they knew, I could be the threat. I could be the hit man sent to come finish the job.
They were wrong.
I was the sickest one, the detached parts were just underneath my skin. I s'pose you could say I felt like they looked.
My entire body palpitated, I kept feeling a stream of deathly cold liquid spill down my chest but every time I looked down, slapping a palm to my chest I realized it had either been my brain making up stuff or the spill was happening underneath my skin.
I snapped my fingers around my mothers wrist like cuffs and uttered it in her ear.
"There's something going on..."
Was I delirious?
She began to usher me closely to the wing of the waiting room where a nurse awaited us. Once we reached her, she granted us with a slight grin and led us down a corridor. I slung against my mothers side, depended on her strength to keep me afloat which hadn't been entirely fair. Like a lion leaning against a sheet of paper, I knew I couldn't be fully set on using her.
"I hate this..."
I could feel her pulse interfering with mine.
"Relax baby boy...we'll get to the bottom of this."
The lights down this corridor are flickering. The smell was dank, musk and medicated. Bodies littered the dirty linoleum, most had been so stagnant that I wasn't sure if they were dead or alive. A hysterical set of screams filled the halls and I froze. The nurse ahead of us, without a single flinch peered over her shoulder and gave us a little grin. Her eyes sharp to decipher what had stilled us.
"Everything alright back there?"
Her demeaning gaze didn't seem so subtle anymore.
"Sasuke...I know you hate hospitals but..."
"I do. Let's leave...looks like this hospital kills more than it saves anyway."
"Na-uh-uh Mr. you said it yourself, something is wrong and we're out of options. Our country is at war..." She whispered pointedly. Tugging at the white dress shirt I had been wearing.
"Dad has doctors..."
"Since this whole world went to hell I haven't heard a word from your father, I mean, for all we know he could be..."
"Dead." I finish, staring at her with finality. After all, I've been telling her that since he had gone missing. She usually just ignores me with a grim smile. The grin had been lost today.
"This is no time to deny help, we need it where we can get it and I'm not prepared...to lose another son, sooo." She gave a stern pat to my hip. "...go, go, go the faster we do this...the better, right."
"...hm." I sigh. "Right..."
Reluctantly I adapted to her stride once more ignoring the flickering withdrawals of my sight, the trickling feeling swimming through head. The nurse continued down the corridor with a more demanding strut. Heels clucking against the ground and bouncing off the walls.
"Long walk." My mother called out towards her, this was her attempt at trivial small talk.
"Well your sons case is fairly special, we separate these cases from the usual mundane issues."
A cough rattled around my insides and I wince with discomfort.
What the hell is happening to me.
I could feel that thing inside of me.
"The screaming...what's that all about?" My mother pressed. It seems that I wasn't the only one curious about the horror house yelling. It sounded like a mass murder or a mass torture.
It was creepier than most hospital visits.
"Well. With a new sickness there comes a trial and error period. Mrs. Uchiha this sickness is fairly new and while we have thousands of theories, tests are the only thing keeping our subjects alive."
"Alive?" I utter through my teeth at my mother, groaning afterwards when she jerked me closer to her hip.
"Tests..." she says softly like the off key of a piano, slightly out of breath. Her cheeks flushed. "...so there's no cure."
The nurse shakes her head sturdily.
"I'm afraid not."
"Then what use are you to us!?" My mother yells fitfully with a sudden dreadfulness to her tone. Her body quakes and I have to gather enough strength to keep her together.
I cough once more, hammering a fist to my fervent lips to contain whatever may come out this time.
"Mom." I wheeze.
My knees buckle but I'm too prideful to just lay there uselessly. I trample one of the bodies that lay splayed on the ground and lean up against the wall. My mother scrambles over to me all worried and teary-eye'd.
The liquid feeling trickles down my arms and legs, I shiver. My heart was held captive within a ball of fire and I could feel it tearing and dying. My eyes felt wet but I wouldn't let myself cry.
Wouldn't let her see me suffer. I could hold it. I could go peacefully.
"He's getting worse, we must hurry to sedate the spirit."
"The spirit!" My mother shouted in disbelief, she gripped either side of my face.
"We need to get you out of here...these people are insane."
I chuckle at her and she frowns with even more worry at me.
Mom. Even at the risk of me dying, she'd rather me do it at home then stay here and become an experiment or a spare limb for one of the sick people in the waiting room.
I could barely feel myself breathing. With every pulsation I felt myself closing in. I reach out to grab her face.
I love you..
I want to say.
Something vibrates beneath the soles of my feet. It starts off as nothing more than a gentle pat but steadily it climbs up to a volume I can't ignore. All the sounds are very faint. As if I'm hearing them from beneath the pit of the ocean.
My mother opens her mouth and says things, that I can't hear. Her voice a hum, like a chorus of birds. She smiles with tears streaming down her face. Her black bangs shape her face like a heart. I try to read her lips but one minute they're moving fast and the next they're barely moving.
Something dark flickers behind her and suddenly she jolts right into my arms. Her eyes are wide with surprise and then, they go lifeless, like dead light bulbs.
Her body slinks into mine and I try to hold her but she falls...and falls.NO!
I yell in my mind but my mouth doesn't move, my arms are too heavy to catch her and she joins the hallway cemetery of bodies. Liquid trickles down my cheeks and I stare up and there's a face, sprayed with blood. A man, staring into my horrified eyes. He's arrayed in a doctors robe, his face the most familiar one I've seen this year.
With a frown I try to understand what was happening.Uncle Ma-dara.....WHAT DID YOU DO!
The grin carved into his face tells me it was intentional and that he held no qualms about doing it.
I clench my fist but I'm not sure if it is tight enough. Thoughtlessly, with little thought I swing it forward with the last wisps of energy in my being but he easily manipulates my body against me. He moves vigorously and is suddenly behind me with the upper hand.
Something sharp digs into my neck without warning and I yell. Every sense I ever lost returns back like a punch to the head.
My uncle restrains me as though I were a wild animal.
I feel like one.
Snapping, slobbing, screaming.
"I'm going to kill you!" I threaten, my brain couldn't even disguise my thoughts anymore.
He chuckled behind me.
"Many have tried." He informed me in a reserved voice, brushing the threat off as though it were no more than an empty promise.
"Why did you do that, she had better not be dead you bastard!" I hissed, knowing there was no way he could justify any reasoning. My body spams and I use them to tug repeatedly, my stare on my mothers small frame lost in the hallway of death.
"It pains me, it really does, to have your mother get between all of this bad blood but you have something that belongs to me and the only way I can get it out is to unleash it. Torment usually does the trick."
"What the hell are you talking about.." I grumble.
"That relic in your chest...the sickness, it belongs to me!"