My Place ж Chapter Two
My Place
Rating: R; language, disturbing imagery, possible adult themes.
Pairings: implied Szayel x Luke, implied Luke x Tear
Summary: Crossover with Bleach; back story for fonicfraccion. After the final confrontation and the freeing of Lorelei, the scion and his replica disappeared from the planet of Auldrant. One returned, but the other was lost in the stream of souls that surround the worlds. Where he would go and what he would become would forever alter who he was.
CHAPTER TWO
A rather loud scream ripped through the hallways leading to Szayel Aporro's lab, making Nnoitra stop dead in his tracks. He knew he hated coming down this way for a reason; the damn science freak would never get the hell out of his damn lab. The place was creepy, and the former Espada was even creepier; though he had to admit he had never heard a scream like that come from there before. Curious despite himself, he continued his path down the hallway, coming to the door at the end that led to the pink haired man’s lab and pushing it open carefully.
The scientist had his back turned to the door, ignoring the soft, incomprehensible pleading from the boy strapped down to one of his examination tables. Nnoitra's eyes widened at the sight of the creature, before he banged the door to the lab open the rest of the way, storming into the room.
"The fuck you doin' with a human, 'ya damn freak?" he demanded. "Have 'ya lost what marbles 'ya have left?"
Szayel did not even bother to turn around. "Nnoitra, learn how to announce yourself better," he replied distractedly, fiddling with whatever it was he was messing with, before turning around, holding a syringe in hand. The boy on the table whimpered, trying uselessly to get away, even as Szayel stuck the needle directly into the human's neck. He cried in pain, gasping as his body started to spasm, but Szayel ignored it, turning around and going back to where he had been working.
Nnoitra frowned at his back, before going over to him and grabbing his shoulder.
"Yer off yer nut," he stated as Szayel shrugged him off. 'Whatever yer plannin' with the kid, 'ya should just ferget it. Aizen's already kicked 'ya out of the 'Spada. He catches 'ya doin' this shit, 'ya gonna end up dead."
Szayel merely adjusted his glasses. "Your concern is noted."
The taller man let out an annoyed noise. "Th' hell's so special 'bout the damn kid anyway?"
Before Szayel could answer, the boy moaned softly, letting out strange noises as his body slowly came back under his control. He angled his head to look toward the two of them, mouth moving as he struggled to make proper sounds.
"What... did you... do to me...?"
The boy looked surprised by the words that came out of his mouth, and Szayel had a rather triumphant look on his face.
"There now, Luke. There's no need for the computer any more," he replied, a bit of a smug tone in his voice. Luke looked less than impressed; his head lulling back onto the examination table in exhaustion. Szayel did not pay much attention to his fatigue, removing the straps from him and the table before hauling him up, stuffing the human away in a cage. Luke rested limply against the bars, glaring weakly out at them, before turning away.
Nnoitra watched the kid for a moment, his lip twisting in disgust; humans were such pitiful and weak creatures, and this one seemed exceptionally so. Then again, anyone would be pretty out of it if Szayel did... whatever it is he does when he's alone with a specimen in his lab. He shook his head at the thought, turning his attention back to the shorter man.
"Anyway... 'bout what we discussed..."
Szayel waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten. You'll have your chance within the day."
Nnoitra let out a sound of disgust, glancing at the human again. "Don't get destract'd."
~.oOOo.~
Luke let out a small breath as Szayel finally left the laboratory, wheeling some strange machine along with him. Really, he did not want to know whatever he and that tall guy with the teeth had planned. He did not want to know what Szayel planned for him. All he wanted was to get out of this place as soon as possible and find a way back home, or at least somewhere where he would not be used as a guinea pig. Luke flinched as he moved away from the bars of his cage, rubbing where there was a bruise left on his arm from one of the previous rounds of tests. He could not stand this guy... what a jerk; what right did he have treating human beings like this?!
He waited, listening to hear if Szayel would be coming back right away, before holding his hand out to the bars before him. Maybe, if he concentrated a lot and focused a lot, he would be able to generate a hyperresonance that was just big enough to destroy the bars. It was worth a try, and he did not have very many options at the moment...
Luke grimaced as he tried to concentrate, drawing in Seventh Fonons; it was too quiet in this place, though considering it was a realm of corrupted souls, he was not entirely surprised. It was taking everything for him just to draw in a little bit...!
"C'mon... Lorelei! Please... I don't want to be here...!"
He could feel a soothing presence in the back of his mind at that; it calmed him, and gave him the strength he needed. The Seventh Fonon flooded into his body... and then out through his fingertips, creating a small blast that obliterated the front of his cage as well as whatever was in front of the cage for a good few feet.
"Dammit..." he muttered, slipping out of the cage. No use worrying about the mess; he had to run as fast as he could and hope he could put some distance between himself and that freak.
~.oOOo.~
Szayel was glancing down at the desert below, where the small child that was now Nelliel Tu Oderschvank lay unconscious near the covered forms of her injured fracción, when the lab alarm went off in his pocket. He ignored it for now, gazing down at the small child; it was fascinating really. He never anticipated a head injury to an Espada as powerful as the tres to result in the shrinkage of form. It was something he would have very much liked to study, but he would not be able to recover her with Nnoitra beside him, and she would probably be taken away by her fracción later. Perhaps he would be fortunate to have another opportunity some other time.
"Oy, Szayel!" Nnoitra snapped, shaking him from his thoughts. "Shut that damn thing up, would 'ya!?"
Oh yes, the lab alarm was still going off in his pocket. He pulled the small device out, silencing it... before glancing at the readout on the screen. What was there instantly brought a frown to his face, and he pocketed the device, whirling on his heel.
"It seems a little mouse has escaped," he said in way of explanation.
Nnoitra let out a rude noise. "Told 'ya 'ya shoulda gotten rid of 'em," he grumbled, before tossing a hand up. "Whatever, th' job's done anyway."
Szayel did not even bother to acknowledge his dismissal, storming down the hallway with a dark expression on his face...
~.oOOo.~
Luke's breath came out in rapid gasps as he forced himself up another flight of steps. This place did not seem to have an end to it anywhere in sight! He was about ready to blast his way through the wall at this point. Three flights of stairs, four really long hallways... just how big was this place he had ended up in? He finally reached the top of the steps, bending over and grasping his knees as he fought for breath back, before starting forward again...
...and stopping cold as he saw he had looped back around to the lab, with Szayel standing right before the entrance.
"Now, how exactly did you blast your way out of that cage?" he asked, a dangerous smile on his face as he took a step forward, forcing Luke to step back. "That cage would keep back even the most advanced of shinigami. You are nothing more than a mere human."
"Maybe your equipment's faulty," Luke snapped back at him, sounding a lot braver than he felt right now.
"I sincerely doubt that," the pink haired man replied dismissively, stepping forward again and forcing Luke back once more. Unfortunately his foot met air that time, and he tumbled backward, just barely able to plant a hand on a step and flip himself over to land safely on the ground below. Szayel rolled his eyes, starting down the stairs after him casually a Luke continued to back up.
"Get the hell away from me!" he snapped. "I'm not your damn lab rat; I'm a human being!"
"And the difference is what, exactly?" Szayel asked, drawing an annoyed noise from Luke. The taller man shook his head, proceeding forward quickly, grabbing Luke by his chin before he could continue to back away. "You humans are all the same; so convinced of your superiority that you are blind to the fact that you are one of the weakest creatures in existence. I pray that when Aizen achieves his godly ambitions that he annihilates your pathetic race first, or at least grants you all some sense."
Luke let out another frustrated noise, planting his hands on the freak's chest and pushing as hard as he could. He did not move an inch until Szayel let him go, an amused expression on his face as the human rubbed his chin, as if to wipe away the fact that he had touched him. The scientist shook his head, resting a hand loosely on his sword.
"Now then, shall you show me that amazing power that obliterated everything in front of you?" he asked, drawing his sword and holding it at the ready. "I really would like to see it. But if you will be uncooperative, I suppose I'll have to drag it out of you. Forgive me for not being the best in terms of combat ability."
He slashed his sword at Luke, and the human barely jumped away in time, but not without the front of his clothes being cut open, a faint trickle of blood coming from the cut on his chest. Szayel shook his head in disappointment, aiming another strike at the redhead, though he was able to better dodge that one.
Luke let out an alarmed noise as Szayel continued to press the attack, ducking and dodging, but he knew he could not keep this up forever, especially with how tired he was already. He yelped as the blade brushed by his arm, leaving another thin cut behind. Dammit, he did not have any choice here; the pink freak would get bored of this game eventually, and when he did…
"Fine, you want it so bad?!" he exclaimed, a burst of power coming from him as he went into his overlimit. Szayel raised an eyebrow at the small burst, but when nothing else happened he continued his assault. That was just fine for Luke, however; with the two of them moving, sound was generated in the otherwise quiet world. That gave him a chance to gather up more Seventh Fonons; it would not be much, but it would be enough for this.
Szayel did not seem to understand what he was doing until he actually did it; the small burst of power that had come from him before was just a prelude to the explosion that was coming from the human now. Waves of energy erupted around them, cutting into the scientist's flesh like he was made of paper. Luke brought his hands before him, and the blast that erupted from them bathed the hallway in a brilliant white light.
Luke stumbled back as the light died away, Szayel obscured from his view by dust from the floor his Radiant Howl had destroyed. The guy had to be dead though; there was just no way he could have survived something like that, even if he had not put as much power into it as he wanted to. Just as he was about to check and make sure, however, a hand snapped out of the dust, grabbing him by his coat and slamming up against the wall. His head bounced painfully against it, and his vision swam as Szayel came back into view.
"Very good, specimen; you get to live a little longer," he heard him say, before passing out.
Szayel let out an annoyed noise, letting the boy's body drop to the floor, before sheathing his sword and looking upon his tattered clothes with disgust. Most impressive, for a human; he even managed to cut him a little, though he knew that was hardly one tenth of the boy's power. Still, he would pay for ruining one of his precious outfits, the little...
The sound of clapping and the approach of footsteps cut his thought process off, and he froze when he felt a familiar, crushing presence behind him. He quickly turned, immediately dropping to one knee, not about to be defiant in the face of this much destruction.
"Aizen-sama, forgive me for not informing you of this sooner," he said quickly, bowing his head to keep the annoyed expression on his face from view. Dammit, why now; why did he have to show up now of all times?
"Informing me of what?" Aizen replied pleasantly, though Szayel did not need to be looking at him to know that the smile on the man's face was entirely fake. "The fact that you are keeping a human, or the fact that you've been experimenting to discover why he gives off such an unusual energy signature?"
Busted; Szayel did not even bother to try to defend himself. He knew it would not get him anywhere at all. Aizen let out a soft noise, stepping toward him.
"Szayel, Szayel... my ambitious child, Szayel..." he murmured faintly, shaking his head as he walked. "I hope you realize that you are making it harder for yourself to rejoin your Espada brethren."
Szayel's hand tightened, but he did not protest as Aizen approached Luke's limp form, nudging his side slightly with a foot. There was a long, tense moment, before the shinigami turned, starting down the hallway.
"Impress me with what he is capable of, Szayel, and I will reconsider your brilliance over your strength," he ordered with finality, not bothering to turn around as he spoke.
Szayel waited until the sound of footsteps had faded away before he lifted his head, feeling his heart settling back in his chest where it belonged. That was closer than he cared to admit... Aizen could have easily eliminated the both of them without a second thought if he perceived what he was doing to be too much of a risk. Now that he had his consent, however... he glanced over at the unconscious boy as he stirred slightly; now that he had his consent and he had experienced what Luke was capable of first hand, he could begin his research in earnest.
He stood up, dusting off his tattered clothes out of habit. Now then, he knew he would not be able to get the boy to repeat that same attack. He was going to have to take some drastic measures to ensure his obedience...
~.oOOo.~
To say that Luke felt weird when he woke up again was a bit of an understatement. He knew he was on an examination table again, but he was not strapped down for once. Despite this, he could not seem to bring his body to move, as if he had been paralyzed. That was not the case and he knew it; he could still feel each little involuntary movement of his body, so why could he not move.
Suddenly, Szayel hovered into his view, an amused smirk on his face. Luke tried to grimace in disgust, but... he could not even do that. What was going on...?!
"Ah, specimen," the scientist began. "So glad you could rejoin us. Would you kindly stand up, please?"
Szayel stepped out of the way, and despite all of Luke's will to defy the bastard and stay right where he was, his body responded on its own, standing up before Szayel. Luke wanted to be horrified as realization slowly dawned on him, but the emotion could not even reach his face.
"Now, specimen, because of your willful defiance, I'm afraid I've had to take away your ability to make your own choices. I hope you don't mind," Szayel explained, starting to pace, the ever present arrogant smirk on his face. "Right now I imagine your mind is still as what is normal for you, but don't worry, that will change as it adjusts to your current circumstances. Right now, your purpose will be for research and development... Aizen has granted me free reign in discovering just what your full potential is, and I intend to do exactly that."
He paused a moment, turning toward Luke. "Specimen, please acknowledge that you've comprehended everything I've said so far."
Luke, of course, nodded.
"Excellent. We will begin tests shortly. I assure you, they will be quite painful, but you don't have to scream if you don't want to."
Luke wanted to cry as the pink haired man let out a cruel laugh, but he could not even do that without Szayel's permission.
Rating: R; language, disturbing imagery, possible adult themes.
Pairings: implied Szayel x Luke, implied Luke x Tear
Summary: Crossover with Bleach; back story for fonicfraccion. After the final confrontation and the freeing of Lorelei, the scion and his replica disappeared from the planet of Auldrant. One returned, but the other was lost in the stream of souls that surround the worlds. Where he would go and what he would become would forever alter who he was.
CHAPTER TWO
A rather loud scream ripped through the hallways leading to Szayel Aporro's lab, making Nnoitra stop dead in his tracks. He knew he hated coming down this way for a reason; the damn science freak would never get the hell out of his damn lab. The place was creepy, and the former Espada was even creepier; though he had to admit he had never heard a scream like that come from there before. Curious despite himself, he continued his path down the hallway, coming to the door at the end that led to the pink haired man’s lab and pushing it open carefully.
The scientist had his back turned to the door, ignoring the soft, incomprehensible pleading from the boy strapped down to one of his examination tables. Nnoitra's eyes widened at the sight of the creature, before he banged the door to the lab open the rest of the way, storming into the room.
"The fuck you doin' with a human, 'ya damn freak?" he demanded. "Have 'ya lost what marbles 'ya have left?"
Szayel did not even bother to turn around. "Nnoitra, learn how to announce yourself better," he replied distractedly, fiddling with whatever it was he was messing with, before turning around, holding a syringe in hand. The boy on the table whimpered, trying uselessly to get away, even as Szayel stuck the needle directly into the human's neck. He cried in pain, gasping as his body started to spasm, but Szayel ignored it, turning around and going back to where he had been working.
Nnoitra frowned at his back, before going over to him and grabbing his shoulder.
"Yer off yer nut," he stated as Szayel shrugged him off. 'Whatever yer plannin' with the kid, 'ya should just ferget it. Aizen's already kicked 'ya out of the 'Spada. He catches 'ya doin' this shit, 'ya gonna end up dead."
Szayel merely adjusted his glasses. "Your concern is noted."
The taller man let out an annoyed noise. "Th' hell's so special 'bout the damn kid anyway?"
Before Szayel could answer, the boy moaned softly, letting out strange noises as his body slowly came back under his control. He angled his head to look toward the two of them, mouth moving as he struggled to make proper sounds.
"What... did you... do to me...?"
The boy looked surprised by the words that came out of his mouth, and Szayel had a rather triumphant look on his face.
"There now, Luke. There's no need for the computer any more," he replied, a bit of a smug tone in his voice. Luke looked less than impressed; his head lulling back onto the examination table in exhaustion. Szayel did not pay much attention to his fatigue, removing the straps from him and the table before hauling him up, stuffing the human away in a cage. Luke rested limply against the bars, glaring weakly out at them, before turning away.
Nnoitra watched the kid for a moment, his lip twisting in disgust; humans were such pitiful and weak creatures, and this one seemed exceptionally so. Then again, anyone would be pretty out of it if Szayel did... whatever it is he does when he's alone with a specimen in his lab. He shook his head at the thought, turning his attention back to the shorter man.
"Anyway... 'bout what we discussed..."
Szayel waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes, I haven't forgotten. You'll have your chance within the day."
Nnoitra let out a sound of disgust, glancing at the human again. "Don't get destract'd."
~.oOOo.~
Luke let out a small breath as Szayel finally left the laboratory, wheeling some strange machine along with him. Really, he did not want to know whatever he and that tall guy with the teeth had planned. He did not want to know what Szayel planned for him. All he wanted was to get out of this place as soon as possible and find a way back home, or at least somewhere where he would not be used as a guinea pig. Luke flinched as he moved away from the bars of his cage, rubbing where there was a bruise left on his arm from one of the previous rounds of tests. He could not stand this guy... what a jerk; what right did he have treating human beings like this?!
He waited, listening to hear if Szayel would be coming back right away, before holding his hand out to the bars before him. Maybe, if he concentrated a lot and focused a lot, he would be able to generate a hyperresonance that was just big enough to destroy the bars. It was worth a try, and he did not have very many options at the moment...
Luke grimaced as he tried to concentrate, drawing in Seventh Fonons; it was too quiet in this place, though considering it was a realm of corrupted souls, he was not entirely surprised. It was taking everything for him just to draw in a little bit...!
"C'mon... Lorelei! Please... I don't want to be here...!"
He could feel a soothing presence in the back of his mind at that; it calmed him, and gave him the strength he needed. The Seventh Fonon flooded into his body... and then out through his fingertips, creating a small blast that obliterated the front of his cage as well as whatever was in front of the cage for a good few feet.
"Dammit..." he muttered, slipping out of the cage. No use worrying about the mess; he had to run as fast as he could and hope he could put some distance between himself and that freak.
~.oOOo.~
Szayel was glancing down at the desert below, where the small child that was now Nelliel Tu Oderschvank lay unconscious near the covered forms of her injured fracción, when the lab alarm went off in his pocket. He ignored it for now, gazing down at the small child; it was fascinating really. He never anticipated a head injury to an Espada as powerful as the tres to result in the shrinkage of form. It was something he would have very much liked to study, but he would not be able to recover her with Nnoitra beside him, and she would probably be taken away by her fracción later. Perhaps he would be fortunate to have another opportunity some other time.
"Oy, Szayel!" Nnoitra snapped, shaking him from his thoughts. "Shut that damn thing up, would 'ya!?"
Oh yes, the lab alarm was still going off in his pocket. He pulled the small device out, silencing it... before glancing at the readout on the screen. What was there instantly brought a frown to his face, and he pocketed the device, whirling on his heel.
"It seems a little mouse has escaped," he said in way of explanation.
Nnoitra let out a rude noise. "Told 'ya 'ya shoulda gotten rid of 'em," he grumbled, before tossing a hand up. "Whatever, th' job's done anyway."
Szayel did not even bother to acknowledge his dismissal, storming down the hallway with a dark expression on his face...
~.oOOo.~
Luke's breath came out in rapid gasps as he forced himself up another flight of steps. This place did not seem to have an end to it anywhere in sight! He was about ready to blast his way through the wall at this point. Three flights of stairs, four really long hallways... just how big was this place he had ended up in? He finally reached the top of the steps, bending over and grasping his knees as he fought for breath back, before starting forward again...
...and stopping cold as he saw he had looped back around to the lab, with Szayel standing right before the entrance.
"Now, how exactly did you blast your way out of that cage?" he asked, a dangerous smile on his face as he took a step forward, forcing Luke to step back. "That cage would keep back even the most advanced of shinigami. You are nothing more than a mere human."
"Maybe your equipment's faulty," Luke snapped back at him, sounding a lot braver than he felt right now.
"I sincerely doubt that," the pink haired man replied dismissively, stepping forward again and forcing Luke back once more. Unfortunately his foot met air that time, and he tumbled backward, just barely able to plant a hand on a step and flip himself over to land safely on the ground below. Szayel rolled his eyes, starting down the stairs after him casually a Luke continued to back up.
"Get the hell away from me!" he snapped. "I'm not your damn lab rat; I'm a human being!"
"And the difference is what, exactly?" Szayel asked, drawing an annoyed noise from Luke. The taller man shook his head, proceeding forward quickly, grabbing Luke by his chin before he could continue to back away. "You humans are all the same; so convinced of your superiority that you are blind to the fact that you are one of the weakest creatures in existence. I pray that when Aizen achieves his godly ambitions that he annihilates your pathetic race first, or at least grants you all some sense."
Luke let out another frustrated noise, planting his hands on the freak's chest and pushing as hard as he could. He did not move an inch until Szayel let him go, an amused expression on his face as the human rubbed his chin, as if to wipe away the fact that he had touched him. The scientist shook his head, resting a hand loosely on his sword.
"Now then, shall you show me that amazing power that obliterated everything in front of you?" he asked, drawing his sword and holding it at the ready. "I really would like to see it. But if you will be uncooperative, I suppose I'll have to drag it out of you. Forgive me for not being the best in terms of combat ability."
He slashed his sword at Luke, and the human barely jumped away in time, but not without the front of his clothes being cut open, a faint trickle of blood coming from the cut on his chest. Szayel shook his head in disappointment, aiming another strike at the redhead, though he was able to better dodge that one.
Luke let out an alarmed noise as Szayel continued to press the attack, ducking and dodging, but he knew he could not keep this up forever, especially with how tired he was already. He yelped as the blade brushed by his arm, leaving another thin cut behind. Dammit, he did not have any choice here; the pink freak would get bored of this game eventually, and when he did…
"Fine, you want it so bad?!" he exclaimed, a burst of power coming from him as he went into his overlimit. Szayel raised an eyebrow at the small burst, but when nothing else happened he continued his assault. That was just fine for Luke, however; with the two of them moving, sound was generated in the otherwise quiet world. That gave him a chance to gather up more Seventh Fonons; it would not be much, but it would be enough for this.
Szayel did not seem to understand what he was doing until he actually did it; the small burst of power that had come from him before was just a prelude to the explosion that was coming from the human now. Waves of energy erupted around them, cutting into the scientist's flesh like he was made of paper. Luke brought his hands before him, and the blast that erupted from them bathed the hallway in a brilliant white light.
Luke stumbled back as the light died away, Szayel obscured from his view by dust from the floor his Radiant Howl had destroyed. The guy had to be dead though; there was just no way he could have survived something like that, even if he had not put as much power into it as he wanted to. Just as he was about to check and make sure, however, a hand snapped out of the dust, grabbing him by his coat and slamming up against the wall. His head bounced painfully against it, and his vision swam as Szayel came back into view.
"Very good, specimen; you get to live a little longer," he heard him say, before passing out.
Szayel let out an annoyed noise, letting the boy's body drop to the floor, before sheathing his sword and looking upon his tattered clothes with disgust. Most impressive, for a human; he even managed to cut him a little, though he knew that was hardly one tenth of the boy's power. Still, he would pay for ruining one of his precious outfits, the little...
The sound of clapping and the approach of footsteps cut his thought process off, and he froze when he felt a familiar, crushing presence behind him. He quickly turned, immediately dropping to one knee, not about to be defiant in the face of this much destruction.
"Aizen-sama, forgive me for not informing you of this sooner," he said quickly, bowing his head to keep the annoyed expression on his face from view. Dammit, why now; why did he have to show up now of all times?
"Informing me of what?" Aizen replied pleasantly, though Szayel did not need to be looking at him to know that the smile on the man's face was entirely fake. "The fact that you are keeping a human, or the fact that you've been experimenting to discover why he gives off such an unusual energy signature?"
Busted; Szayel did not even bother to try to defend himself. He knew it would not get him anywhere at all. Aizen let out a soft noise, stepping toward him.
"Szayel, Szayel... my ambitious child, Szayel..." he murmured faintly, shaking his head as he walked. "I hope you realize that you are making it harder for yourself to rejoin your Espada brethren."
Szayel's hand tightened, but he did not protest as Aizen approached Luke's limp form, nudging his side slightly with a foot. There was a long, tense moment, before the shinigami turned, starting down the hallway.
"Impress me with what he is capable of, Szayel, and I will reconsider your brilliance over your strength," he ordered with finality, not bothering to turn around as he spoke.
Szayel waited until the sound of footsteps had faded away before he lifted his head, feeling his heart settling back in his chest where it belonged. That was closer than he cared to admit... Aizen could have easily eliminated the both of them without a second thought if he perceived what he was doing to be too much of a risk. Now that he had his consent, however... he glanced over at the unconscious boy as he stirred slightly; now that he had his consent and he had experienced what Luke was capable of first hand, he could begin his research in earnest.
He stood up, dusting off his tattered clothes out of habit. Now then, he knew he would not be able to get the boy to repeat that same attack. He was going to have to take some drastic measures to ensure his obedience...
~.oOOo.~
To say that Luke felt weird when he woke up again was a bit of an understatement. He knew he was on an examination table again, but he was not strapped down for once. Despite this, he could not seem to bring his body to move, as if he had been paralyzed. That was not the case and he knew it; he could still feel each little involuntary movement of his body, so why could he not move.
Suddenly, Szayel hovered into his view, an amused smirk on his face. Luke tried to grimace in disgust, but... he could not even do that. What was going on...?!
"Ah, specimen," the scientist began. "So glad you could rejoin us. Would you kindly stand up, please?"
Szayel stepped out of the way, and despite all of Luke's will to defy the bastard and stay right where he was, his body responded on its own, standing up before Szayel. Luke wanted to be horrified as realization slowly dawned on him, but the emotion could not even reach his face.
"Now, specimen, because of your willful defiance, I'm afraid I've had to take away your ability to make your own choices. I hope you don't mind," Szayel explained, starting to pace, the ever present arrogant smirk on his face. "Right now I imagine your mind is still as what is normal for you, but don't worry, that will change as it adjusts to your current circumstances. Right now, your purpose will be for research and development... Aizen has granted me free reign in discovering just what your full potential is, and I intend to do exactly that."
He paused a moment, turning toward Luke. "Specimen, please acknowledge that you've comprehended everything I've said so far."
Luke, of course, nodded.
"Excellent. We will begin tests shortly. I assure you, they will be quite painful, but you don't have to scream if you don't want to."
Luke wanted to cry as the pink haired man let out a cruel laugh, but he could not even do that without Szayel's permission.