"Get Oskar in here, patient zero is waking up!" The Doctor's voice caused my entire body to tremble. I was in the chair! The hard cold surface of it pressed into my skin. Sounds of pumps and beeping machines filled the air around me. I was plugged in.

"Keep your eyes closed," Oskar's familiar voice whispered into my ear. He didn't have to tell me twice. I often kept my eyes closed when I was near the Doctor. His sinister smile made me nauseous and it was better if I didn't see the horrors he was inflicting upon me.

The weight of the cables attached to my back pulled down on the metal in my spine. It was uncomfortable, but I knew the real pain would come soon. They were about to infuse my body with their black liquid, as they had so many times before. The process would make me beg for death. I pulled against the shackles that held my arms and legs in place. It was useless. There was no way for me to get out of the chair, and even if I did I wouldn't know how to remove the cables.

Worse than the cables were the needles. I hated the needles. In the early days I was constantly being stabbed with them. They contained fluids that varied both in color as well as in affect. Most of the mysterious liquids had painful or mood altering affects. Pink was the only color I liked. It made me sleep for what felt like days. Sleep was peaceful. Pink was the color of mercy.

When they forced a bit into my mouth the ache in my chest returned. My heart raced as I sucked in short breaths. Oskar's hand covered mine. The warmth of his touch did nothing to calm me when the machine began to whirl. It pumped rapidly and as soon as the black liquid entered my body the real pain began.

Fire spread throughout my veins. It burned me to the core. My body convulsed in the metal chair. I needed it to stop. The blazing pain was too much. I cried out, but my screams were unfamiliar. Tears streaked my face as I struggled for freedom, yet my eyes refused to open.

I didn't need to see to know that the doctor would be looking upon me with a smile spread across his narrow face. His blue eyes would be reflecting the evil spirit within him. I didn't want to see the joy my suffering brought him, nor the platinum blonde hair that fell to his shoulders. His crooked teeth would be completely exposed through his sinister smile. No I didn't want to see him, not ever.

The searing pain lasted for hours before it stopped. I was force to be conscious for the entire process. As the machines quieted, my body relaxed. Weakness flooded my muscles. Even if I hadn't been strapped down, I wouldn't have been able to move. I wished for death. For the freedom from pain that death would afford me.

"Let's begin phase two."

The Doctor's words horrified me. My body couldn't handle any more suffering. I hoped they'd accidentally kill me. It was a senseless hope, but I couldn't continue on in that way. I needed it to stop. I begged for god to make it stop.

Oskar's hands grabbed the sides of my head, causing me to open my eyes. Looking up at him I realized my face was numb. Fuck. They were going to operate!? Oskar cleaned my face for that bastard doctor. Horror consumed me, but my body was too weak to struggle. I couldn't even cry out with the rubber bit still stuck in my mouth. Even though I couldn't feel it I was sure that I had drooled all over myself because of it.

I forced my eyes closed, not wanting to watch what they were about to do to me. If they were making it so that I wouldn't feel it, it couldn't be good. The last time they used a numbing agent on me I woke up with metal in my spine. But this time it was my face. What could they possibly need to do to my face? I didn't want to know let alone see what they were doing.

"Open your eyes patient zero." The doctor's words chilled me. I refused to cooperate with that evil man's request. "If you don't do exactly what I say, when I say it, you will be sorry."

I still refused to listen. It's not like they would kill me anyway. In fact I hoped if I was stubborn enough that they'd get rid of me and find a new patient. Death was better than being a living experiment.

"Oskar." The doctor spoke his name, but said nothing more.

"Zero do you want to be blind?" Oskar asked. "If you don't cooperate with this procedure you will go blind." My eyes opened and I immediately regretted it.

Before me was a set of small needles arranged in a circle and attached to a machine. They hovered only a few inches from my face. Fuck. The doctor pulled the bit out of my mouth and placed a contraption on my face that held open my left eye lid. I wasn't able to close my eye anymore.

"Do you see the red dot in the center of the needles?" the doctor asked.

"Yes," I whimpered. Tears dripped from my eyes.

"Good. You need to stare at that dot throughout this entire process. If you don't you'll lose your eye. Do you understand me?" The doctor spoke.

"Yes," I mumbled. It was the cruelest procedure they'd ever done to me.

Oskar's hand covered mine again. I stared at the red dot as the needles came closer to me. Luckily I couldn't feel it when they entered my eyeball. My focus was on the red dot. I tuned out my surroundings and focused only on the red dot. The redness would be my salvation.

It was thankfully one of the quickest procedures that I had ever received. Once the needles were out, they poured a liquid into my eye that clouded my view. I didn't feel anything. The doctor removed the contraption that held open my eye lid and I was finally allowed to close my eyes. Even with my eyes closed I still saw that red dot.

A bandage was wrapped around my eyes and the cables in my back were released. Pain returned to my body. I couldn't feel my face, but everything else hurt. My will to move was completely gone when they removed the shackles. I felt Oskar's arms as he scooped me up off the table. It was all over. Finally.