CH-3 - HARVESTING IS TRAINING I GUESS?

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[PREVIOUSLY, ON UNDEAD Z]

"Right, you are in pain now, so let me explain it to you in simple words" he brings my face close to his, his breath stinks, on god.

" You are gonna be our New Organ donor" the grin on his face speaks volumes, it takes a couple of seconds for his words to reach me, and my eyes become wide open in despair.

THE FUCK YOU MEAN ORGAN DONO-

*BAM*

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AN:- THIS IS A WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER, THIS GETS DARKER AS IT GOES ON, THERE ARE VISUAL DETAILS AND SOME JOKES WHICH ARE NOT FOR THE FAINTEST OF HEARTS, YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN WARNED, SO CAN SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I WILL ADD A SMALL RECAP OF THIS CHAPTER IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, SO CHECK THAT OUT IF YOU GUYS SKIP THIS CHAPTER. 

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*SLASH*

PAIN! FUCKING PAIN!

"UGH" my eyes shot out, my voice screaming, my body twitching and reeling in pain, I felt my skin being cut off, and that is literally what is happening to me right now. my eyes see over Mr Lanky using...

A FUCKING BUTCHER KNIFE???

"Oh, you woke up, ey amigo? took you long enough" the lanky fucker is enjoying me being in pain, i am sure of it due to the amusement in his voice. his grin, widening even more while pushing his small butcher knife into the cut he made in my right arm, tearing even more of my skin. causing me more pain.

"AHHHHHHH" i cannot handle it, PLEASE, STOP!! 

"¡No te preocupes amigo, esto es sólo la fase de prueba!" (don't worry amigo, this is just the testing phase!) Fatty fucker really likes my pain it seems, since that fucker is goading at this point. my tears, which are running down my face, while my body is feeling its at most pain right now.

i don't know where i am right now honestly, and i don't even care to be honest, i am lying in some kind of bed, NAKED, having rubber straps on me, tying my hands, legs, my hip, my neck. I try to yank it, trash myself due to pain, but I can't rip the goddamn thing apart. that's when somebody pushes me down by their hand, if i had the capacity to properly think righty now, it would have been the buffy fucker, since one is butchering me, other is enjoying my pain, so through the process of elimination, buff fucker is the one remaining.

*YANK*

"AHHHHHHHHH" WHYYYY? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU YANK THE GODDAMN BLADE OFF? WHY?? THE PAIN, OH MY GOD!! IT HURTS S!!!

While I am thrashing around the bed in pain, suffering by having my arm butchered and cut through, these bastards watch in astonishment and eagerness at the cut in my arm mending back in on itself.

" Su Curación es Increíble, podemos usarlo para ganar dinero amigos." (His Healing is Incredible, we can use him to earn money amigos.) I don't even understand what nonsense they are spewing anymore, only focusing on my body, not feeling the rush of pain by having my arm slashed up due to me healing the wound.

"¡Sí! pero necesitamos entender cómo funciona su curación, porque si no lo hacemos, podríamos matarlo." (yes! but we need to understand how his healing works, because if we don't, we might kill him.) who knows who is speaking at this point/ i don't care, my only concern is not feeling more pain than i already have.

"Ok, hagamos esto entonces." ( Ok, let's do this then) do what?..... OH HELL NO YOU SON OF BI-

*STAB*

"AAAGGGHHH" PAIN, MORE PAIN.. PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!! PLEASE MAKE IT STOPPPPPP!!!!!

*YANK*

"AAAAHHHHHHH" MY THROAT, MY BODY, MY MIND IS HURTING. PLEASE STOP PP! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS PAIN! PLEASEEE!!

"¡Cállate el chico!" (Shut The Guy Up!) PLEASE JUST STOP HURTING ME!! PLEASEEEEE! PLEASE STO-

*RAM*

MY STOMACH-

*BAM*

MY NOS-

*BAM*

*BAM*

m-my head-

*BAM*

*STAB*

"AHHHHHH" MY CHEST! MY CHEST! ITS HURTING! PLEASE!

"¡No otra vez! ¡Alguien haga callar a este cabrón!" (Not again! someone shut this fucker up!) PLEASE JUST ST-

*BAM*

*BAM*

*STAB*

"Ahhhhhhhh" my throat, is, hurti-

*BAM*

*STAB*

"ugHhhhhhh" please, just stop. please.

i hear voices speaking, my mind not registering them, the light shining on me, leading me to open my eyes to see a silhouette standing above my laid out self. he raises something up over his head- OH PLEASE NOT AGAIN-

*BAM*

AGAIN. and AGAIN! AND ANOTHER AGAIN! AND A SECONDARY ANOTHER AGAIN!

I don't know what is happening, my brain stopped working properly after the nth amount of time i suffered pain, i wake up when they stab, cut, rip me apart, but i will heal back every single time. as time goes on, -which i do not understand anymore- their experiments get more and more painful. At first, they stabbed my arm, then they stabbed my chest. my knee-caps, hell, they even went for my eyes. but I healed from all of it, leaving nothing except pain.

After their stabbing experiments, they do the cutting experiments, ripping small parts of me, starting with fingers, then the hand, forearm, and the entire arm itself. but NOOO, they weren't satisfied it seems, since they started doing it on my legs too. These sadists weren't still not satisfied, so they started ripping me apart, piece by piece. My eyes, my skin, these bastards even went to my organs, starting from my liver, kidneys, intestines, etc. Fuckers even went for my Dick and balls too.

and this is when i had my first death in this world. when greedy bastards removed an organ without knocking me out, causing me to get a panic attack, my heartbeat spiking up rapidly, my chest paining, my breath shortening, leading me to almost no oxygen and causing dizziness. leading to my heart being shut down due to no medical help available for me.

I died..

For 2 seconds only, after that, all the injuries were mended back, my heartbeat started sounding and I came back to consciousness. coming back from dying... honestly, it was a surreal experience, i died. i... honestly cannot fandom it, i don't know how to feel about it actually, hell, i don't know what to do, since literally no one has gone through this situation that i know of, leading me to deal with the trauma of facing death. for the second time.

When I died the first time, I didn't feel my life leaving me. Hell, I didn't feel anything, and the response to my death the first time was tame, due to me being forcefully calm during the situation. After that, I just kinda accepted it by just rolling with it, and the excitement of the prospect of being in a new world kinda distracted me. but now, here while going through immense pain every single day from sone fuckers, i don't know how to feel.

If I had the option to talk about this to anyone, or even therapy, I would take it immediately. I am a person who didn't believe much in therapy, but now, I would do anything to at least talk. ANYTHING-

*BAM*

"ugh!" the punch is less painful to what i have been through for a couple of days, i open my eyes and check on what the fuck punched me, and i see lanky fucker....

This is because of him, my pain, my death, is all because of him. The empty feeling I have of not knowing what to feel after death, is being consumed by unfiltered rage. i swear on the person who brough me here, the fucker known as lanky is gonna pay. death is gonna be too easy on him, I WILL MAKE HIM SUFFER FOR HIS LIFE-

"Hello there, Rai Adam, my name is Mr white, and the one who is beside me Is Mr Black! we are here after hearing quite an interesting tale about you, my dear man." a tall, somewhat old, 50s year old white man, introduces him and his co- worker, who is similar in age, but a little shorter and black.

"eugh" I wanna say anything, especially curses at them, but my body has experienced pain, so brutal, so painful even the number 1 spy might not have the endurance to feel it. you might be wondering, how am i in my mind right now? simple! the pain only lasts in my body until i mend myself back, the pain isn't for a long time, and not only that, my rage keeps me going. my rage wants them to burn, wants them to suffer, so with a motive in my mind, my brain has somewhat of a sense of mind about the current situation.

" The people who picked you up and took your organs and sold them to us are part of our gang, the Mexican cartel. the people in control of the city, and... the people who you accused of stealing your stuff, since this town, Juárez is our territory." Well, that's a mystery solved, even though I don't care anymore at this point. Mr black is the one who 'exposes' me. always the bl-

"Well ,anyways, we were debriefed about your powers, and we will want to experiment on them, since even though they said that they removed organs from you, it 'disappeared' around 30 seconds later. and we need to figure out if what they are saying is true or not. though you need not worry about something that our boys tell me you do a lot" Mr white say what? what is the old fucker even talk-

*STAB*

I flinch, visibly terrified, my rage gone, only despair and fear remain. but what i didn't expect was the stabbing to be not with a knife, but a needle. ohhh! this is what i do a lot huh? who the fuck stabbed me any- of course its the black guy. you filthy NIG-

PAIN!!

ANOTHER MOMENT OF PAIN!!

"AUGGHHHHHH!" My screams, again come out of my body, my body paining from the harvesting done upon m- wait a sec, why is there no more cutti-

I opened my eyes to see the doctors in contemplation, discussing something. my brain isn't functioning properly, because why? i am still in pain fuckers.

" It seems that drugs wear off quickly due to his regenerative-ist body. we need to do something else, or he will disturb us constantly with his whining" who said that fucke- oh of course it is the black nig-

"his body reacts to pain, his healing also reacts to pain, just look at his stomach" of course the white one had to interrupt the thought process, stupid white people making everything about themselves, anyways, what are they talk-

"if we make his sensory nervous system not be able to feel pain, you think that his spinothalamic tract would react and send information to the brain?" of course the one who speaks is the one who should be picking cotton-

" We would have to perform surgery on the dorsal horn of the spinal cord to see if it works or not. let's do it.!" the wite fucker grins, or at least i think he grins, not being able to see his mouth due to them wearing masks and surgical Equipments, the bastards came prepared it seems.

Mr Buffy comes out of nowhere, removes the straps, and before I can even react to what is happening, I get flipped to my back and laid back into my bed, immediately strapped on with rubber straps in the same position as before.

"I AM GONNA KILL YOU, YOU FUCKER!" I immediately screamed after realizing what happened. Not a good movement, but rage overtook me after seeing Buffy in front of me. And due to my mistake, I got immediately stabbed by surgical equipment in the back, right near the spinal cord. 

"AHHHH" These bastards don't even give anesthesia to me, directly deciding to do what the hell they are doing. but due to this, i don't let them do their operation peacefully. i trash around, in pain obviously, but i somehow mess up their operation, causing the fuckers to call more fuckers to restrain me and hold me down while they do whatever the hell they are doing.

they cut open my back, making me scream even more, forcing them to forcefully close my mouth, and they (the doctor fuckers i mean) cut and rip apart my skin, reaching somewhere.

After that, they cut that area and....

I stop.. feeling pain?

I don't know how to describe this. my struggling stops since i don't feel pain anymore? I am completely confused, so confused, tired and hurt that I am not hearing anything right now.

i realise that the straps are off and i am immediately flipped back, seeing the doctors fucking ugly ass faces again. they start telling something and i focus on my hearing

"-we have done so that your healing will slow down." The one that says to me is the cotton picker.

"h-huh?" my voice barely comes out of my mouth, i am absolutely exhausted, mentally and physically right now.

"We cut off your Nociceptors and spinothalamic tract, otherwise known as your pain receptors and temperature sensation. So from now on, you will not be able to feel pain, feel how the temperature affects you and so on. this will slow down your regeneration considerably, leaving us more time to work and understand you" the white fucker smiles like he did some great heavenly thing that will go down in the legends or something.

"Anyways, now that you won't feel pain, we don't need to worry about you screaming all the time." the cotton picker expresses his opinion when he should be picking up cotton from the far-

wait a second? Do they cut my pain receptors? but i still feel the cu-

*STAB*

I grunt, flinching, wanting the pain to come... but it doesn't, I only feel.. the skin tearing, without the pain.

"See, it works! Let's continue then." this fucking NI-

i 'feel' the knife moving and cutting my body parts, but i don't 'feel' the pain coming from it, it's like clapping, i feel the hit, but no pain. It's similar to that. it's like, i am breathing, but unconsciously, but if i think about it, i will 'feel' my breathing. it's something similar to the examples i GAVE.

I 'feel' the ripping of my body parts, reminding me of what the doctors said, that they cut off my pain receptors, meaning i cannot feel pain anymore-

oh, wait. I feel something more than the 'feeling' I am currently feeling, it's familiar. its..

Pain.

I flinch, startling the doctors, who look at me in confusion, I groan, making them realize that I am regenerating my pain receptors. one of the doctors, the cotton picking one, pushes me a little so that my back can show, making me yanking the straps, almost choking myself, he stabs on the same spot as the one he made a cut, and the feeling of pain that i was gradually feeling was gone.

" It seems that his nerves are also healing back, we need a permanent solution." says the cotton picker. fucking nig-

" Well then, our dear friend here will warn us whenever the pain is coming, so that we can 'remove' it, won't he?" who? me? fuck you man, i ain't tellin you anyth-

again, they continue their operation, leaving me to my mind and thoughts and the despair of impending sensation of pain. even if they cut of my pain receptors, it will still regenerate due to my powe-

wait? regenerate? that is not my power though? my power is undead, the negation of death. I try to remember all I know about it. it is the negation MY conceptualization of what death i-

wait a minute? conceptual- of course. I Decide what to regenerate or not, if i decide that pain receptors are not needed for me to survive, then they won't men-

ouch, I feel it. I feel the nerves mending back together,. due to the torturous experience of me constantly suffering by getting harmed and mending back, I started to 'feel' the mending process. I need to force my undead powers now. With my eyes closed, I focus on the area where I feel the pain coming from, the area where I was stabbed in my back, even though it is a little bit fuzzy, I am able to pinpoint the location and start 'thinking' to myself.

' i don't need that to live'

' I Don't Need that To Live'

'I Don't Need THAT To LIVE'

' I DO NOT NEED THAT PART TO LIVE'

I focus all of my concentration on that area, thinking, forcing, wanting, willing, doing anything within my power, within my grasp, within my knowledge to not regenerate-

it stops. the mending stops.

i... finally did something, FINAl-

i 'feel' those fuckers poking around my body, dicing, slicing and cutting. i 'feel' it, this removes my excitement, making me come to reality to the situation of pain and sufferi-

wait.! if i can-

I focus on the point of my body which is being cut right now, feeling the sensation of mending itself. I Think about it, I force it, I will it, I want it to not mend itself back together. ' i do not need that to live',' i do not nee-

it stops. the mending stops. I don't really know why I did it, no logical explanation, but it's just.. I have a gut feeling something is gonna happen. so, I wait, I wait as I 'feel' my body getting cut, i 'feel' it, and I stop all the healing process of those parts. waiting, waiting for something to happen-

" it would seem that our plan worked Mr White, the regeneration is considerably slowed down, to almost non-existent, the 'Patient' is still alive, so what we did was a success" i knew it, i knew something happened, they think their experiment worked, but No, It was me, DIO-

"it is Mr Black, though it would seem that the problem we currently have is the erosion of the parts when 'extracted' from our dear 'Patient' here, we need to discuss this in more detail, while letting our friend here rest" oh thank god, i am tired right now, i cannot continue more of it.

With all the experimentation finished for today and the doctors leaving the room(?), I finally get the time to mend myself. I will all my body parts to mend itself from its damage, and in a couple of seconds, new tissues form all around the body and heal myself. 

Today made me understand something important. If I think that an injury does not make me die, I can literally stop the mending part of the ability, but if I reverse the thinking and feel as if even having a small scratch could lead to me dying, I could mend myself back together. There are still more things I know about the ability but cannot put it into use, plus with me being exhausted, both physically and mentally right now, I finally do sleep.

i wake up the next day, still in the same position as the day before, with doctors and - I notice this time- the three fuckers surrounding me, Buffy, Fatty and Lanky.

"Good morning my friend, are you ready for today's surgery?" this white bitch is seriously cheery at my condit-

I get turned around, stabbed at my spinal cord, the exact place they did yesterday, the moment they remove the knife, iI who learned more about my ability yesterday, immediately think about that place being no use for me since i will not die, 

and Voilà, I stop the mending of my pain receptors.

they put me back in position, start cutting me, and i, without pain this time around, focus on stopping the regeneration of parts until they complete, while using the 'feeling' i get from them stabbing and snooping around my body. I understand more about my ability due to this fresh, though traumatic Experience.

huh? It's like a training arc right now! so,

Harvesting Is Training I Guess?

THE END

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AN:- THIS CHAPTER REALLY WAS LONG, AROUND 3.4K LONG. I MIGHT BE BUSY TOMORROW, SO I DO NOT KNOW IF I AM GONNA UPLOAD A NEW CHAPTER TOMORROW. SO SORRY ABOUT THAT. ANYWAYS,

PEACE-OUT!!!