Two Months later…
He finally moved the boy after he knocked him out one last time. He didn’t even taunt Leo about what was happening next. It took awhile to move him. All the cogs had to be in place before the next stage began and that was opening the boy up. He hoped with some sick delight that Leo would appreciate all he had to go through to find medical equipment that had no metal in it. Nothing for the kid to get his hands on,anyway.
Still, he had to prepare the room to hold him in and a place to do his work. He was still making sure that Leo was weak and kept him that way. It would fuck up everything if he hadn’t. He didn’t want him knowing that he was about crack him open to see what was inside. It was better keeping him guessing.
It was a little after 2 p.m., when he finally reached his work shop. Moving Leo’s unconscious body was easily done as he walked down a flight of stairs into the basement of some rundown warehouse he found. He passed through small hallways that were crumbling with age and into the small section of the back that he cleaned out himself.
The room Leo was staying in had nothing but white in it. A white mattress was waiting for the boy as Gen set him down. Everything had the same white look to it, he even went the extra mile and painted the air vents that were on the ceiling. He quietly closed the heavy door behind him and locked it. It might be awhile before the kid woke up, he had to feed him before he could open him up. He quietly hummed under his breath as he walked away. He was so excited.
One second Gen was standing over him and in the next his world flickered into blackness. He’d awoken only once, feeling a rumble beneath him. He was too exhausted to register what it was and soon sunk into the dark once more.
When he awoke, he thought he was dead. His world was a flood of white and for once, his back sunk into whatever he was laid back on, and he felt the slightest inkling of comfort, easing some of the bruises and cuts that littered his body. Nothing healed as it used to, and he practically forgot how his healing abilities worked. Regardless, he was too weak to move. At this point, he barely had any fight left in him. He was stripped down to desiring only his very basic needs. Like food. Water. Rest. Warmth. All of which he did not properly have for some time now. His jumpsuit kept him warm, and the mattress beneath him was the most comfort he felt in months. So he slept again.
It hurt to breathe through the bruising once-broken ribs, and the broken arm from when he’d tried to fight back was still useless but on its way to healing. Leo did not know how much time had passed, him just lying there, staring at the white, admiring the clean look. But as time passed, his transition between the black beneath his eyes and the white of the waking world had him longing for color, and the simple thought of him wanting anything other than sleep was a new sensation. He ignored the pain and rubbed at a scab on his cheek with his good hand as he sat up. It took every ounce of will in him to stand. He hadn’t done so in…in…? He could not remember how long. His knees popped and nearly buckled, but he managed to keep his balance. Slowly, he made his way to the door, marked only by white latches and mechanisms. Locked. He pressed his left hand to it, seeking any metal within, hoping he could perhaps unlock it with his mind.
