ProtoType: Endless Slaughter

A/N: Hello! I am just saying here and now this is not a fanfic for kids it has a lot of gore. Also, Should I make this fully maximum gore and make it bloody as hell or make it more mild? Enjoy the story!

Blood soaked the cold metal floors as the stench of rusted iron filled the air. Sounds of steel cutting through flesh rang throughout the room and a small forced scream was released. The room was dimly light by only a small lantern hanging of the ceiling. A door opened as three tall men in black tuxedos entered the room. They gathered in the middle of the room as they surrounded a bloodied man tightly chained to a wooden chair.

"Quiven why continue to struggle when we could be done with this months ago" The tallest man said as he shook his head. Quiven lifted his head painfully as he glared into the tall man's cold black eyes.

"h-how can... I-I rep-ply to a... que-question I don't h-have... the answer to" Quiven forcefully said as he continued to glare at the tallest man. The three tall men only sigh as they give pitful but respect gaze at Quiven.

"Although you are our enemy you still have our respect for lasting this long... normally it would only take a day" The second tallest men said as he straightened his sleeve.

"He is right, besides there is no point anymore anyway. We took down the south town mafia two days ago. With the help of enemy boss's daughter we were able to silence them with ease" The third tallest man said as he lifted his sleeve to check this time on his silver watch on his wrist.

'The boss's daughter? isn't that... Amelia that bitch! she the reason I am in here!' Quiven thought as he gritted his teeth in anger. Pain contused to destroy his mind as he barely endured it. The tallest man took notice of this and sighed again.

"We no longer have a need for you however since you earned our respect we decided to keep you here as a... memento of sorts you could say" The tallest man said as he also checked the time on his platinum watch on his wrist. The second also joined by revealing his golden watch.

"It is time for us to go now, I hope you enjoy your stay" The tallest man said as he walked out of the room followed by the other two men. Quiven could only watch as the heavy metal door close as his hope slowly drain away.

'Why... has it come to this...' Quiven thought as small tears form his eyes.

'I don't know anything... I just had a one night stand with Amelia and now I suffer from this? I am not even part of the south town Mafia... why do I suffer like this' Quiven thought more as more tears roll down his scraped cheeks as he tightened his grip on the chairs's arms with the little strength he had left.

'Just why... why... why... Why... Why... WHY... WHY. WHY!!!!!' Quiven yelled in his head, a snap erupted from his heart as a cold embrace covered his body. Strength left his body as he slowly lose control of the poor excuse of a body.

'Just why...' Quiven thought for one final time he falls limp in the chair. After 3 hours later the door opens again and a tall skinny man enter the room. He wore heavy brown pants with straps on his shoulders as he also wore a bloody white apron. In on his hands was black gloves holding various scalpels and needles. The skinny man looked at the limped Quiven in the chair and immediately cursed.

"Fuck! don't tell he died at this time!" The skinny man yelled he ran to Quiven dropping his utensils and removed his right glove. He put his right hand on Quiven's neck and felt no movement.

"Goddammit! How am I suppose to tell the big shots about this" The skinny man yelled again as he let out a big sigh.

"I think about the later... yeesh let's just get this body to the morgue" The skinny man said as he pulled a dark rusted key unlocking the chains on Quiven's feet then his arms.

"I need at least 1 other person to move the body... do I seriously need to go up all those stairs again?" The skinny man complained, as he turned around and was a about to take a step a sudden hand grabbed his left arm.

"Wha-" The skinny man instantly turned around but immediately regretted as a mutilated Quiven stared at him with blood red eyes.

'Red eyes!?' The Skinny man thought, however it was his last as Quiven grabbed his neck with his other other hand and ripped the skinny man's head and spinal cord out of the body.

"Hah~ hah~ hah~" Quiven breathed roughly as he started to comprehend what just happened. He stared at the lifeless body on the ground as a grumble emerged from his stomach. Quiven gritted his teeth as drool emerged from his mouth. His breathing became rougher as a strong desire to eat took over his mind. He could resist it no longer as he rapidly tore apart the body removing the thick cloth revealing cold flesh underneath. Quiven quickly plunged his hand into the body with ease and pulled out a large chunk of flesh and immediately take a bite out of it. He continued to gorge himself as devoured the flesh in his hand.

However it wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger. He continued to dig and dig into the body and ate the intestines like noodles long with the rest of the body. When he lastly devoured the heart an unimaginable pain filled his body. He tried to scream but no sound came out. He twisted and squirmed as it felt like millions of small worms were digging into his body. He then went limp as he slowly closed his eyes in pain.