Post by Cayo on Sept 27, 2017 0:45:33 GMT -5
The light above a misshapen heap of flesh flickered as the shape moved once more. A surely sad sight to any of the few who knew him, Cayo sat inside a sort of vertical glass tube. Gone from his expression was the lively energy of youth as the various tubes and machines that he was connected to seemed to have drained it from him. What little of his mind that there was struggled to perceive time. He was unsure of how long he'd been inside the tube, all he knew was that the last time he'd seen his captor seemed like weeks ago. Since then, he'd sat in his prison slowly starving.
Razor sharp fingers bit into sinewy flesh as bile tried to make a slow trek back up his throat. A single cut appeared in his sack, a lone finger protruding from it's base for but a moment before his body seemed to violently expel a severed arm. Even as the cut began to heal, the young hollow had pitched himself over atop the limb and began to devour it. The cut didn't take long at all to heal and as long as he was stuck here, it didn't matter how long it'd take for the limb to heal. It hadn't been the first time he'd been forced to do something so drastic, even since he'd been confined to the cylindrical prison. The man, Levi, had mentioned something about tests before he'd vanished.
Tired green eyes followed the tubes for the thousandth time as his form righted itself once more. There was a bit more clarity in his thoughts than he remembered there being before his imprisonment and he knew that the tubes as well as the wires were, no doubt, related to the tests that had been spoken of. There was a distant memory of the arrancar mentioning an interest in the ability of the hollow to replicate it's body. Was that what this had all been about?
One by one the machines outside of the glass walls of his prison had begun to die off. What had once been a cacophony of whirring and beeps had died down to a dull, almost silent chorus as some of the machines tried to continue their work even without instruction from their master. Something pricked the hollows senses, be it something he could just make out over the noise of the remaining machines or something more ethereal, that caused him to speak out.
"Hel-" he croaked. His voice was raspy and dry, his body craving liquids less viscous than his own blood. "Hello?"
[WC: 433][TWC: 433]
Razor sharp fingers bit into sinewy flesh as bile tried to make a slow trek back up his throat. A single cut appeared in his sack, a lone finger protruding from it's base for but a moment before his body seemed to violently expel a severed arm. Even as the cut began to heal, the young hollow had pitched himself over atop the limb and began to devour it. The cut didn't take long at all to heal and as long as he was stuck here, it didn't matter how long it'd take for the limb to heal. It hadn't been the first time he'd been forced to do something so drastic, even since he'd been confined to the cylindrical prison. The man, Levi, had mentioned something about tests before he'd vanished.
Tired green eyes followed the tubes for the thousandth time as his form righted itself once more. There was a bit more clarity in his thoughts than he remembered there being before his imprisonment and he knew that the tubes as well as the wires were, no doubt, related to the tests that had been spoken of. There was a distant memory of the arrancar mentioning an interest in the ability of the hollow to replicate it's body. Was that what this had all been about?
One by one the machines outside of the glass walls of his prison had begun to die off. What had once been a cacophony of whirring and beeps had died down to a dull, almost silent chorus as some of the machines tried to continue their work even without instruction from their master. Something pricked the hollows senses, be it something he could just make out over the noise of the remaining machines or something more ethereal, that caused him to speak out.
"Hel-" he croaked. His voice was raspy and dry, his body craving liquids less viscous than his own blood. "Hello?"
[WC: 433][TWC: 433]