Guilty Parties [ NoRenMin ] | ✓

- Sixty Three -

He wasn't sure just how long he had been in this operating room, but he did know that he was going to die soon if the people continued their actions.

They were continuously dragging their scalpels against his skin, where blood would seep until they healed once more.

Usually a cut wouldn't mean much to a Defect, but such repetitive actions and no force to stop it, he would eventually die from blood loss.

He could feel the toll of losing too much blood.

He was sweating profusely, his gaze blurry as he tried to plea with the silent men in their white lab coats.

He hated them.

They wanted him to use his power, but at this rate, he couldn't even if he tried.

His mouth was dry, throat threatening to close up from the lack of saliva, almost cutting off his airway.

The men continued their actions, not paying any attention to the Defect seeping blood on the cold metal table.

The wounds began to heal slower and slower, allowing Yuta to brush against the brink of unconsciousness before jerking him back with the feeling of another sharp blade against his skin.

He just wanted to go to sleep.

He was already drowsy, and at this point his life seemed like nothing but hell, so he wouldn't mind it if he died.

If this was all that his life would add up to, then he didn't want to live in it.

To be tested on, then thrown into a metal room all by himself?

No appeal at all.

He'd be happy to die on the surgical table under the hands of the strange doctors.

Although he'd miss the fury of Abigail at the news of his passing, it seemed to be worth it anyways.

And so, he couldn't help but let his radiant smile adorn his face as he felt his consciousness slip away once more.

He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by just a cut against him.

Right as he was getting to the edge once more, a shrill scream echoed around him.

Jarring himself back to the real world, Yuta couldn't help but feel the wounds he sustained flare up in pain once again, grimacing at the cuts that slowly but surely started to heal once more.

He was calming himself once more before the doors busted open and someone bursted in.

Yuta didn't open his eyes, until he felt hands grabbing his own, and a shock seemed to roll through his body.

His eyes burst open, only to see a dad pair of eyes look back at him.

Confusion flooded him and he stared back, until he realized the clothes the other man was wearing.

Black.

He's a Defect like me. But what is he doing here.

"Wha-?"

"Don't slip," was all the other had said to him, before the men started grabbing him and trying to force him out of the room.

"Don't slip, Yuta!" He continued to yell.

Yuta was now laying on the bed still, but propped up on his elbows a little.

The other man's voice was still ringing through the halls as the surgical men dragged him through the door and down it.