Let Me Save You ~ Part II
A/N: These are the things I write when I feel bad. This story revolves around a prompt given to me several months ago by littletechiebird, regarding what would have happened if Teddy and Billy hadn’t been rescued from the Cube.
Warnings: Imprisonment, torture, and experimentation
Title inspired by this.
Previously:
Part I~
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Let Me Save You
Part II
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“R-Raindrops on ro-roses …”
Billy sings.
“And w-whiskers on kit-”
Billy sings and his voice cracks on the note he can’t hold as Teddy screams from across the room.
“B-Bright- bright …”
Billy sings and forgets the words while the sharp snap of bone makes Teddy gurgle out a strangled cry.
“W-wool … m-mit- wild geese that f-fly-”
Billy sings and rocks in his restraints when the grinding metallic whir of a drill echos off the titanium walls of the examination room.
“These …”
Back and tugging, and the drill hits flesh.
“These are …”
Forth and pulling, and Teddy howls like something inhuman.
“Few of-”
Back and shaking, and he can still hear the awful symphony of the instrument on Teddy’s fragile body.
“Of my … my … ”
Forth and singing, voice hoarse- almost gone- unheard by his own ears no matter how loudly he tries to stammer the verses.
All he can hear are Teddy’s screams, the creak of his restraints, the buzz of the machinery breaking through his flesh, the thud of his own heart pounding out of his chest.
Everything. He can hear everything except his-
“Fav- favorite things …”
Billy sings.
“G-Girls in … blue satin s-sashes-”
Billy sings and pretends he can’t hear Teddy’s screams grow louder.
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Next~Part III
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