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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mike screamed yet again, gripping his chains as his entire body shuddered with the impact of the whip cane.
His back with ridded with furious red welts, many were bleeding, but despite that, Theta and Rho continued to beat him.
Theta drew back the bloodied cane and brought it screaming back down on Mike’s back - Mike howled out in pain, clawing the wall of which he was tied to, and then was struck by Rho.
Over and over again the sticks beat down on him, tearing at his flesh, leaving their burn like marks behind.
“Erĭos! Eseonom - eaonn - phle em!” Mike screamed. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, anger boiled in him, but not even that could surpass the pain of despair.
“He’s cursed. The half cast is mad...” Rho said, standing back in surprise.
Theta paused and tugged lightly at his white mask, prodding Mike’s bloodied wounds with the end of the whip cane.
“Od tno thru em eamorn... Epasle... Ĭ ma gbgĭneg uo epasle psot...” Mike whimpered between sobs. “Tĭ sĭ tno m tflau m tgare, tgare epmri rfheat dreap m tgare, tgare epmri rmheot... Tĭ sĭ tno m tflau Ĭ dlrneea esmo Ejanesap swa dan tkpe ã Ejanesap emdlĭd enma dan koto eth esnamur fo ã fhla dbolo Ejanesap fĭlam... Ĭ rneev tmnea tĭ ot eb elkĭ stĭh...”
“Do you have any idea what he is doing?” Theta asked.
“None... Absolutely none...” Rho replied in bewilderment, shaking his head.
Mike sobbed uncontrollably, whispering soft things to himself, in a language made up of burbles, whistles, gargles and other such sounds that one would have thought humans were incapable of making.
“Etrhe sĭ ã epcla ttah sĭ dcleal ehmo, ã epcla nĭ ã epcla ttah Ĭ ehva rneev nkwno... Os rfa aaw, aaw mfor ehre... Ĭ tcnoan cr rfo gsethĭnom ttah Ĭ ehva rneev nsee, tbu Ĭ tcnoan phle tbu glno rfo etshe esangtr stnghĭ,
Ĭ tcnoan phle tbu nqstĭoue lal fo m npĭa... Rfo gsethĭnom ttah teh ebĭevel... Ĭ rllea ederves...” Mike sung softly, though to Rho and Theta, it sounded nothing like singing - but its decibels and pitch was most certainly melodious for those belonging to a distant sphere in the universe.
“Stupid hybrid thinks he’s so smart...” Theta growled suddenly, lunging forwards and whipping Mike mercilessly across the neck.
Rho stood back, but then joined in, beating Mike’s legs until the skin no longer looked human.
“Eb gsontr... Od tno... Od tno lfĭa... Eb gsontr...” Mike hissed under his breath between tears.

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Theta pulled his arms back and put all his strength into the next strike.
The hybrid wasn’t human, or at least wasn’t entirely human - Alpha had told all of the Ku Klux Klan True Sect about the alien monster in the next room and how it connected to humans, and how this hybrid may be part alien as a result.
Alpha’s speculations seemed to be confirmed with the sounds the hybrid was making, and Theta didn’t like it at all.
If he had his way the hybrid filth would be dead now - and so would be the monster - but Alpha wanted them alive, to torture them until the rituals no longer had any more effect.
Why are they hurting me when I’ve done nothing wrong? Why am I being punished for something I never meant to happen? It was never my fault that I’m hybrid... Theta thought.
His eyes then grew considerably more convex - he shouted for Rho to stop, and he stood there glaring at the sobbing hybrid.
“Talk to me hybrid. Talk in your language.” Theta ordered.
“Answer him - bastard!” Rho yelled, grabbing Blue’s hair and pulling his head back roughly.
“Twah ddĭ Ĭ od? Ĭ ma sror - Ĭ ddĭ tno nmae ot eb a bhrĭb - tĭ sĭ tno m tflau!” Blue squealed a good deal louder than he intended.
“He’s talking to me. I know what he’s saying - the bastard is giving me his thoughts!” Theta said anxiously.
“What did he say?” Rho asked, looking at the half cast with a bit more nervousness of his own.
“He’s asking what he did, that he’s sorry and he didn’t mean to be a hybrid and that it’s not his fault.” Theta said uneasily. “He’s still speaking...”
“No he’s not -” Rho was cut off.
“In thoughts you moron! He’s using telepathy!” Theta shouted.
“Shit...” Rho stared at Blue.
Suddenly angry, he took the salt shaker from his pocket and rubbed the salt into Blue’s wounds - he began screaming in agony.
“Stop doing it you mongrel - stop it!” Rho shouted.
“Go and get Epsilon - he’ll be able to check for sure.” Theta ordered.
Rho nodded and hurried out of the room, coming back only a while later with Epsilon close behind, carrying a pack of cards.
“Okay. You say he can read your thoughts Theta?” Epsilon asked.
“I don’t know. But the bastard is giving me his thoughts.” Theta replied.
“Okay. Blindfold him.” Epsilon said calmly.
Rho walked up and tied a blindfold around Blue’s eyes.
“Okay hybrid... I’m going to pick a card out of this ESP Card pack, and you’re going to tell me what it is, then I will look at it and see if you’re right.” Epsilon said authoritatively. “No lying, because we have a nice dildo waiting for your hole.”
Blue, who was still sobbing, swallowed and rested his forehead against the wall.
“Okay...” Blue choked.
“Here we go.” Epsilon said, picking a card from the face down rows of cards he had organized and separating it from the rest.
“Five pointed star.” Blue mumbled.
Both Theta and Rho waited with baited breath as Epsilon turned the card over.
It was an image of a five pointed star.
“Lucky guess.” Rho dismissed.
Epsilon glared at Rho warningly behind his half mask before separating another card from the pack.
“Square.” The mongrel said.
Epsilon nodded as he turned the card over, as it was indeed a square.
“Triangle.”
“Waves.”
“Square.”
“Cross.”
“Waves.”
“Circle.”
“Five pointed star.”
With every card the hybrid guessed, he was correct.
“Well. That is impressive. The E.T. is not giving you any answers... She’s a little too... Unwell to be able to do much... So it would seem you’ve gained telepathy of your own, bastard. How intriguing. Take the blindfold off.” Epsilon smirked. “In an hour, get him ready for seeding. I will alert Alpha about this, and see what he thinks would be a wise course of action. Then I think we can see how well he does with slave labor.”
Theta looked at the hybrid with even more uneasiness than before; he stood still for a good while after Epsilon left before saying anything or even moving.
“Rho. Let’s get back to work.” Theta picked up the blood stained whip cane and began beating the telepathic hybrid with even more hate and violence than before - so hard Blue’s skin split, wounds opening up and bleeding profusely.
“Alriiiight! You’re gonna get your pay back now hybrid - for the filth you are and for everything you’ve ever done!” Rho cackled and began beating the mongrel too.
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