1 [Alex Ryder Pt. 1]

In a dark room, only lighting beamed towards a bloody table. On the bloody table lies a handsome, black-haired, teenage boy strapped onto it unconscious and naked, The boy seems to have lost his left arm. Leaving only a nub wrapped in tight bandaging.

Suddenly the boy twitched.

Slowly opening his eye-lids, revealing his silver eyes. 'Ah~ Where am I?'

He squints, 'That light...'

Suddenly a wave of pain washes over him, "Guh!" He grunts loudly.

'It hurts! What is this?!' He questions, tears falling from his eyes.

He looks down, following where this pain had come from and is left shocked.

'My arm... It's gone!' He screams inwardly, tears falling faster as more pain washed over him due to the realization.

"Haah~ huh haah~ huh haah~" Breathing loudly, he tries to calm down.

*BANG*

Suddenly a loud bang startles the boy.

"Hooh~ You're awake? Quite impressive. Its only been 2 hours." A earie voice echoes around the dark, empty room.

*TAP* *TAP* *TAP*

Sounds of footsteps closing in towards the table.

"Who are you?! Where am I?! What happened with my arm?!" The boy screams, quite frightened by the entity making its way towards him, forgetting to even be embarrassed by the fact that he was naked.

"Pfft~ Heheheh~" The entity responded with a chuckle before continuing. "Oh Alex~ This is simply a hospital~ You have been volunteered to become a sword for our dear country! And I am responsible for the removal of any unnecessary parts for the operation to go smoother~" He explained. You could hear the amusement in his voice intensify as he explained the last detail.

"What?" Alex questions, even more frightened than before.

Suddenly he remembers what the entity was talking about.

'My own parents... Sold me? But why?!' He questions in his head.

"Heheheh~" Noticing Alex's dumbfounded face of realization, the entity chuckles again, approaching close enough to the table for Alex to see this mysterious entity's face.

Alex didn't think he could get more scared of his situation. But this was now proven wrong as this man's wide, creepy grin, along with his eyes hungrily looking at him like prey. He wore an attire clearly indicating he was a surgeon.

More tears began to fall Alex's face as he couldn't begin to predict just what this man had planned for him. But Alex decided to get a few more questions out.

"How... am I *sniffle* supposed... to be a sword *sniffle* with a missing arm?" Alex managed to ask. His voice noticeably cracking.

"Simple really~ I'm the one who cut it off in the first place~" The surgeon claimed, his grin widening, reaching ear to ear. "Like I said~ I'm supposed to remove unnecessary parts to make the operation easier~"

"Wha-" Alex was shocked but not fully surprised as he guessed it. But before he could ask anything else the surgeon interrupted, cutting him off.

"Enough talk~ We wasted enough time as it is. *Reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a syringe, the contents pitch black* Now that we have this, everything will be smooth sailing from here~" The surgeon said with his practically trademark amused voice.

"Wha- What is t-that?" Alex asked stuttering. Frightened by the pitch black color of the contents in the syringe.

"No need to be specific considering you'll only be getting it twice~ Once now and the next during the operation~ But it will basically keep you awake for the next few hours. No matter how much pain you'll be in, you won't faint or lose conscious~ Hahahahahah!" He says before letting out a maniacal laugh.

The surgeon comes even closer and gets ready to inject the syringe.

"Wait! No! Please don't!" Alex screams trying to struggle out of the restraints strapping him to the table.

But alas, nothing worked and the syringe was injected.

Not wasting a single moment nor waiting for the pitch black contents to take effect, the surgeon reaches to a small table pulls a bloody saw. Seemingly excited.

"Lets not waste anymore time little Alex~ We only have a few hours. Lets make the most of it~" The surgeon says grinning from ear to ear once again.

"No Ple-" Alex tried to beg but his cried were ignored and the saw, aimed at his right wrist, was speeding away almost like it was hungry to tear him to shreds.

*SLICK* *SLISH* *SLICK* *SLISH*

"AHHHHHHHHH! AAAGH! AHHAHAH!" Alex's screams and cries echoed around the room loud enough that anyone who walks by the room could hear the screams clearly from the outside.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!" As well as the loud, maniacal laughter of the surgeon.

{4 HOURS LATER}

Nothing but silence. No more screams, cries, or even laughter.

Alex had couldn't even feel the pain from the surgeon's attempts to toy with him by cutting his limbs piece by piece rather than simply getting it over with. But guess it's his fault for waking up hours before he was originally intended to.

When Alex stopped screaming and crying, the surgeon got bored and decided to just finish sawing his limbs wear they were measured to be. His arms were evenly sawed up to half of his upper-arms and his legs were sawed up to half his thighs.

He was left limbless. Only things left of them were nubs. Sawed symmetrical. Wrapped in bandages.

But the most noticeable thing about Alex was his dazed face and his dull eyes. It looked as though he was dead. Which is surprising that he isn't, considering the amount of blood lost. Not that the blood loss didn't affect him. He was as pale as a snow, you'd think he was some sort of vampire.

The surgeon cleaned up his tools, placed them back onto the small table at the side, and left the room with a bored expression. Seeing his bored expression could probably convince you that he wasn't laughing like a psycho, enjoying the screaming and cries of the subject he was in charge with for 4 hours, just moments ago.

Alex was left alone. Still strapped to the table. face completely dull, no sign of even life besides his pulse and his eyes blinking. The lights in the room were now all on.

'It's over... Right?' He questions to himself but then remembers. 'No. He said I would be needing to be injected with that syringe again...'

*CREAK*

The door opens again.

Turning to see who it was, Alex is greeted by the sight of 2 big men wearing military uniforms.

'Haah~ Lets just try to get through this...' He sighs to himself.

Alex is unstrapped to the table and is lifted by one of the men and thrown over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

They walk out of the room and make their way to a different unit.

Entering the building and making their way though double-doors, into what seems to be a laboratory. With once again, another table.

'At least it's better than that blood-stained table... Seems like they at least clean their shit.' Alex claims in his thoughts.

The man holding onto Alex sets Alex down onto the table and locks the straps around his chest and around his waist.

*BANG*

The double doors are slammed open, giving Alex sort of a sense of Deja Vu, and in came multiple people. A few surgeons and the majority-

'Technicians?' Alex asks in his mind with a raised eye-brow on his dull face.

One of the surgeons spoke, "Alex Ryder, son of Clint Ryder and Amanda McCarthy, 15, developed an illness at 4 and had to be hospitalized for the rest of his life. His parents couldn't afford to constantly pay for his treatment and eventually decided to disown him. Selling him to us when we offered a decent price. Today ladies and gentlemen, we will turn him into our only hope of standing a chance against the supernatural."

'...Huh? What the fuck? Supernatural? What the hell is about to happen to me?'