"I-I-I tried to...t-to take you a-and run." Sprint said, his voice tiny. "I-I'm sorry."
Sprint held onto her protectively, staring up at their surroundings with panic filled eyes. He kept trembling and shaking as he held tightly to her. His only friend. He had vowed to protect her. And now they were both moving towards more hurt, more pain.
(( Sure. ))
The white of his empty cell burned into Sprint's eyes, making him curl up even tighter into a ball. His breath started to come in panicked gasps as his memories whipped at him with fresh leering. The darkest thoughts, the ones that usually stayed hidden unless he was in the depths of his nightmares, lashed out at him, reminding him of how badly they would hurt him now that he was back in their grasp.
Sprint whimpered an cried out, curled up alone in his cell. He had made a promise. He had told Cage he would protect her. But now, he didn't even know where she was. He had failed her, and now they were both getting hurt.
Sprint was dragged out of his cell, kicking an screaming. He struggled hard, trying to fight back both his own memories and the doctors cutting into his skin and hooking him up to machines that beeped and shocked at him and stabbing at him with needles that seemed to push boiling acid into his veins.
Sprint whimpered, feeling a scream start to well up in his chest as more needles were shoved into his skin. On his arms, on his legs, his chest his back. Pain was all he could feel, some places feeling as though liquid flames were setting him on fire from the inside out, others feeling like ice gripping at him, clenching his muscles in frozen knots and creeping over him with slow but steady agony. All he could see was blurred colors as he screamed and thrashed.
Sprint couldn't even hear himself scream any more. He thrashed violently, beating himself on the table as hard as the straps allowed. His head rolled around on his shoulders. He kept screaming and moaning as the pain continued. He was starting to see things that weren't really there. Or were they...? The world blurred in front of him, colors and shapes and light twisting and distorting in strange smudges.
Sprint was beginning to get weaker as he thrashed, his screams dying down to weak, agony filled moans. He had cut himself on the straps with how hard he had fought, and his head was bleeding from beating on the table. But he couldn't even tell the difference between that pain and the fluids rushing through his veins, filling his body with agony and making his mind dull.
Sprint couldn't even feel himself being unstrapped an thrown roughly onto the floor of his cell. He just kept moaning, his eyes glazed over as his body kept burning with pain. He rolled an twitched limply, skin covered in new cuts and needle holes and bruises. He shivered a little, lying in a heap of twisted, bruised limbs.
His muscles. His organs. His eyes. His ears. His own heart. Sprint's whole body seemed to be turned against him. All he could do was lie there while the various substances forced into his body tore him apart.
Sprint didn't know how long he laid there. He didn't even feel the hands lifting him and carrying him away again, strapping him down. All he could do was moan in a hoarse voice as they started to cut into his skin, stabbing at him with more an more needles.
For the first time in years, Sprint found himself wishing he would die. Anything to make it stop. To make this pain end. He could only distantly feel them cutting into him, taking samples from him, attaching new machines to him, sliding tubes into his arms and legs mixing new substances with the ones already burning in him, calmly writing own the results on their clipboards as he writhed weakly on the table and moaned for them to kill him. His skin was pale, going gray as the pain sapped away at him.
Sprint could feel his heart begin to slow, unable to bear the chemicals mixing in his body, unable to take much more of this. His mind was just a fog. His eyes were open, glassy and empty. He couldn't see. Or at least, he thought he couldn't. He couldn't tell any more, the colors an shapes all smearing together and flashing in his face. He had made a promise. It was the first promise he'd ever made in his life. And he had already broken it. He started to cry, tears sliding listlessly out of his eyes and tiny, whimpering sobs choking him as he laid there. It made it hurt even more, knowing he had let Cage down. That he had abandoned her.
All Sprint could do was lay sprawled out on the floor of his cell. He had been chained up, place there minute, hours, seconds, days? He didn't know how long he ha been lying there, staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes. He had fresh bruises all over him, bleeding cuts and pricks from needles and marks from where the straps had been. He just laid there, shivering and moaning. His head throbbed. His whole body throbbed. All he could do was cry.
Sprint could barely breathe. His heart beat out a weak, faltering rhythm in his chest and his head pounded and blurred and burned with the chemicals in his blood, mixing in his body an threatening to melt his bones and set fire to his body. He felt so weak as the pain washed through him, battering him until he was drowning in it. The memories came back, blurred and distorted but real and terrifying. He moaned an sobbed louder.
((Sure, I guess))
Sprint couldn't even blink, just stare at the ceiling with glazed eyes as tears welled up in his glazed over eyes an spilled over. His skin was gray, cold, despite the burning that filled his boy an made him want to die.
Sprint was dimly aware of another voice. It could've just been the chemicals, in his mind, adding to his confusion. He couldn't tell. But...in case...
"P-p-p-pl...p-please...." He breathed out in a faint whimper.
"K-k-k-kill....m-m-me...." Sprint whispered. He didn't know who was there. He didn't even know if there was even another person there or if it was a hallucination. "P-please..." More tears slid down his cheeks and he whimpered.