Might want to fix the formatting you know.
Theres Not so much gore in the first chapter, but that will change in chapters to come
Chapter One
Cut Me Up Sew Me Together
The smell of stainless steel brushes past my dry lips, and finds its way into my nose, alerting me of a place that I know of, but should not be at this time. I feel the numbness that overtook my body, and left me in a shroud of darkness, slowly but surely fade away. The stinging pain of cold steel hits me, as I finally regain feeling, and the dark ether that clouds my vision starts to fade away. As I stare down at my tan nude feet, I soon realize as I investigate, that I have been striped of all clothing, and the cold steel in which I am sitting on is a operating table, and the familiar place is a hospital.
Oh your awake, came a voice that sounded masculine. I whipped my head up, trying to find the source of the voice that invaded my ears. The bright lights blinded me, and caused the mix of fear and the drug in my system to mix, making me lightheaded. The sensation proved to strong for my body, causing me to fall back onto my elbow. The feeling of pain and nausea shot through my stomach, and was quickly traveling through me. The sterile table was only saved by a bucket that was shoved into my face that I proceeded to spill the contents of my stomach into. I separate the purple part of my hair from the cold sweat of my forehead to the green part behind my ear. I was suddenly hit by a memory of my mom telling me that the color of my hair would attract unwanted attention. I was starting to think she was rite. My face contracted as the smell emitting from the bucket made its way into my sinuses. My head shot up, as a man standing in front of me greeted me. He was dressed in a latex suit, it was all black with a apron connected to the front. He wore a pair of finger less gloves that went all the way up to his elbow, the thing that caught my attention the most was a arm band, like the ones the nazis wore, but instead of a swastika the emblem was a medical cross. Of course this man looked nothing like any doctors I knew. As I inspected him more, I seen he was medium in size. He looked the age of twenty-one. His hair was done up in a messy ponytail, that reminded me of a samurai, if not for it being spiked and purple. Over all he was a beautiful boy, and if not for this situation I would probably bye him a drink. Oh you poor thing, he said with a smile that sent chills through me, don’t vomit so much, save that for later.
Ha ha ok thats good.
