Father to your hands I commit my spirit

[subject_002]

Who: Subject 002 and Mello
When: Wednesday evening to Thursday evening
Where: Who knows?
Summary: Misa claimed that Mello is behind stopping the virus. 002 is going to see if this is the truth.
Rating: R
Warnings: Crucifixion, sacrilege, sensory deprivation, possibly burning, lots of Mello torture.

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[immerzweitbeste]

It couldn't have been more than an hour or so after Subject 002 left that Mello woke with a violent start. He attempted to thrash against his bindings only once before he registered exactly what was going on, connecting what he must have looked like as a mental image. He moved his hands, his feet, his neck, all trying to determine what had happened. He could feel how tightly bound his wrists and ankles were, and he couldn't struggle free from his blindfold.

There was a soreness around his neck, and he pushed his body forward harshly to attempt to figure out if he could feel the weight of his rosary.

He couldn't.

Panic gripped him, panic and raw, unbalanced rage and hatred. Other subjects had been captured and tortured before, but...weaker ones. Pacifists, and mostly women and children and innocents who had never done a damn thing against anyone.

Mello had many enemies, but no one could have done this without him realizing it. He and Kadaj were too alert and protective of each other.

He fought for a few more minutes before hanging limp on the cross, finding fighting to be quite pointless. He didn't wish for mercy or freedom. He just wanted to run rosary beads through his fingers, but that would have to wait. Everything would. Mello paused, head bowed and eyes closed, even though he couldn't see or hear anything anyway.

And he waited.

[subject_002]

It was hours before 002 returned. Hours before the subject silently opened the door again. More than half he night had already passed, nearly eight hours had gone by, eight hours had gone by by the time 002 reentered.

The lights flickered on silently. But for the first time in so many hours Mello can hear a noise, footsteps approaching him. They stopped and no noise followed for quite some time. It was as if 002 was waiting for Mello to speak.

[immerzweitbeste]

Mello jerked to attention, tired and dazed, at the footsteps. His senses had been taunting him, creating lies from his fear and hopefulness combined, and at first he wasn't entirely sure if the light had actually turned on or if it was only the images dancing in his mind, if someone had actually walked into the room or if his ears had created that noise, too.

Every tiny scrape or breath that he created was horrific. He was suspicious of himself, and despite the haze over his mind, the thought made him scoff beneath the gag. He waited. If someone was there with him, they'd do something soon, he was sure.

[subject_002]

No, they wouldn't.

Footsteps returned. The light was turned off.

They came forward again however. And waited longer in silence. It must have been getting hard to breathe for Mello. Eventually his lungs would collapse. How much time did 002 really have?

Perhaps ten minutes passed before 002 said in its mechanical voice, "feel like talking yet?"

[immerzweitbeste]

Talking? Tch. Mello didn't know shit.

But he nodded anyway. Whether he knew anything or not, to be ungagged would open up windows of opportunity he didn't have in his current position. He exhaled shakily, body spasming against his bindings.

What the hell was going on?

[subject_002]

002 stepped forward undoing the gag carefully and avoiding Mello's mouth in case he should bite.

"Misa Amane cracked," 002 explained. "She told me everything. I want you to fill in the details. Understand?"

[immerzweitbeste]

Mello's eyes widened slightly, revealing not fear, but confusion.

"What I can, yeah. But first, you tell me. What did Amane say?"

If Misa was tortured she would have cracked whether she knew anything or not. Meaning, she would have lied. Mello wasn't likely guilty here; this was the fault of her grudge against him.

[subject_002]

"You tell me," 002 said. "I'll clarify. Misa said that you knew why the virus didn't work. She said that you would be able to tell me what happened. Even that you...." 002 trailed off. A gloved hand connected with Mello's chest, didn't hurt him just ran along where the rosary beads formally lay.

[immerzweitbeste]

Mello tensed at the foreign touch, but the action made his chest ache terribly. Breathing hurt.

"Misa Amane has...a grudge against me. I killed her boyfriend once as payback for killing a friend of mine." He paused, then sighed. "If you tortured her, she'd've screamed out any name she hated just so you'd let her go."

[subject_002]

002 had long ago assumed as much. Misa Amane was lying. Obviously. But this gave 002 a victim, a culprit, and that was reassuring. 002 had been given a job and 002 didn't care who really got the blame so long as at the end of the week there was someone.

002 pressed against Mello's chest, drawing a cross with one finger where the crucifix usually lay and said nothing. "If you aren't guilty simply tell me who really did it and I may consider letting you go. Otherwise." 002 stopped then said more thoughtfully and seeming to itself, "I wonder how long it takes for lungs to collapse...."

[immerzweitbeste]

Mello turned away from Subject 002 just in case his face was being stared at. "I don't know. Anyone could have infiltrated the private facilities. The subjects have broken into storage areas before, so I wouldn't doubt them when it could potentially come to taking down a few interns. Especially if their powers were unlimited at any time. Madara, Orochimaru, Freddy..."

He scoffed, a stupid reaction to his own uncertainty. The strain it put on his respiratory system was terrible.

"The interns aren't inhuman. They could have been taken down by anyone. Hell, if Light Yagami found out any of their names he could have controlled them and made them fuck with the pending experiment."

[subject_002]

"No interns have died," 002 said after a few moments of silence. "And the virus was stopped this week, it's unlikely that they had an opportunity to do anything while their powers were unlimited. Besides they couldn't have known about it in advance and why wouldn't they have stopped last week's experiment too? Do you have any real idea or are you just trying to save your own worthless skin?" 002 growled. "Are you going to give me real answers or do I have to leave you to think about it some more?"

[immerzweitbeste]

"I don't know anything," Mello spat in response. "I'm feeding you possibilities. I'm a subject. We don't know shit about the experiments. And why me? I'm one of the only people here without any powers or special abilities. Even Amane has skills I don't. She would have named anyone she hated to save herself."

He bowed his head, his next words coming out disgruntled and someone dejected.

"Besides, I can't remember anything past last week anyway. I've only caught up by reading the recordings on the devices we have."

[subject_002]

Damn

002 wasn't going to get another name. Nor was Mello going to admit to anything. Not yet.

"Maybe you need more time to think about it," 002 whispered threateningly, stepping away from Mello. "Maybe I should leave you a little longer...."

[immerzweitbeste]

Mello was very still and silent, save for how his body now trembled with each breath.

Then, after a few long moments:

"...what are you going to do to m...to the one you find guilty?"

[subject_002]

002 stopped and stared at the man in front of him. Now they were getting somewhere.

"That's not my place to decide," 002 said. "Depending on yo--their willingness I'm sure the punishment will be different."