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Boyster shook like a leaf, as much as he could while being strapped to an operation table, his back pressed against the cold terrifying and uncomfortable table, the blinding, sourcing light, that made it hard to open his eyes peered above him, he heard commotion, talking, clicking, liquids the preparation for his demise.
He had been too curious, ended as the cat in the famous phrase “Curiosity killed the cat”. He wanted to find out his origins and find out he did, he heard his dad, screaming, trying to get to him, he'll miss his dad, Boyster thought, bittersweet that his last memories of him will be a desperate attempt of saving his poor little messed up boy. He'll miss mom, so fierce, always wanting the best for him and shelby, and smart to make those machines, broken and near useless, work again... He wishes he was as fixable as them.
Before he could continue his thoughts, the table he was stuck to was suddenly shadowed by two masked -monsters- scientists stood above him, tools, so many at their disposal, ready to slice him up to their own malice. They already had their cure, why did they need to continue? What use is he to them aside from a side-job they can do for joy, not science, Warren Littleheart had made that very clear. How the man hasn't been exposed yet t the public is a question Boyster won't get an answer to, he's more of a monster then most people would claim Boyster is.
The scientists grabbed a sharp operational knife, a surgery one. Boyster felt the raw fear aching at his body to run, to do something, he violently throws his body to the sides, trying to someway loosen the straps, to free himself, even if its infertile, a scream, that could send shivers down anyone's spines ripped itself from boyster's throat. While spamming around he turns to see a face in the corner, Warren, watching this all with a horrifyingly smile filled with only malice, bloodlust and Joy at this scene. He doesn't care that he's quite literally killing a child, an innocent kid with dreams and life, a kid who was caught in the crossfire of his petty war against the same creatures he created from his unfairness to the world's oceans.
Cleary though, Boyster's screams annoyed him quickly enough, and while hard to hear over them trying to get the mutant boy to stand still for the operation and said something the lines of “silence his screaming, any means will work” one of the three scientists left to the side, leaving Boyster's eyesight before returning with a gag, making quick work to shush the kid of his desperate cries.
Boyster wasn't one who thought he had a big will to live, but now he just wanted to be home, he wanted his parents, he wanted his best friend Rafik, his brother Shelby. But no one was coming, so soon enough, Boyster accepted this fate, his fate, of being dissected by a mad man, in lab, surrounded by unknown people in a yatch that may be far away from home.