The crunching of Levi’s bones were followed by his screams. The cultists all
cheered and applauded as their leader swung his hammer into Levi’s torso. His ribs broke
like tree branches and impaled his lungs. Before his chest cavity completely caved in, the
cult leader let up and had Levi thrown back into his cage.
Levi fell unconscious for what felt like a brief time, when he awoke again, he was
strapped on the table once more with the mad doctor standing over him. The cycle was
repeated countless time. They put Levi through excruciating pain, day in and day out.
Although at times Levi would feel like he was unconscious for what felt like weeks. Time
became a mystery to him as he hadn’t seen the sun in God knows how long. Every time
he awoke, he was always on that table. His mind was enduring as much torment as his
body. Every torture session he felt more and more disconnected to reality. His psyche
was on the verge of shattering.
Levi had no memories before that hospital where he was abducted from, no better
times to reflect on. No family or friends, no one that was looking for him and save him
from this nightmare. His only peace was when the tormented cult leader would take
mercy on Levi and inject him with some unknown substance that would numb his pain.
Today was not one of those days, the leader had pried Levi’s left eye open with
some tape and a tool that resembled a pair of tongs. He tried to close his eye, but only felt
a sharp pain as his eyelids pressed on the instrument holding them open. The cult leader
didn’t say a word as he hovered above Levi’s face with a headlamp on. The light was
blinding. Before Levi could fully comprehend the situation, he felt a sharp pain fill his
eye socket as the doctor had wedged a tool under Levi’s eye and had begun separating the
optic nerve from the back of the eye. The pain was crippling, Levi was letting out a blood
chilling scream as the cult leader playing as a mad doctor began to scoop Levi’s eye out
of his head. “Done.” The cult leader said in a relaxed voice, like he had just finished
doing something as simple as signing his name. That was the only word uttered during
the whole ‘procedure’ done on Levi, the cult leader then injected Levi with an unknown
substance and he fell unconscious once again.
Levi awoke and this time the cult leader held a saw in his hand. The audience was
absent today. “By God, it's grown back!” The cult leader said in awe as he observed
Levi’s newly grown eyeball. The only difference was the color. He laughed at Levi’s
confusion “It’s just the 2 of us tonight, my dear Leviathan. The prophecy says a great
deal about you. You can heal from all but one thing. The removal of your head. We can
bleed you, break you, and starve you. Yet you will always return to us after some time
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has passed. Do you remember when we drowned you and the other time when we bled
you dry?”
Levi went to speak but found himself unable.
“Ah, my apologies. I forgot we removed your tongue in your slumber. If it
doesn’t grow back like your fingers did, then we will reattach it. When we completely
kill you, you are always gone for 66 days before returning to the land of the living. The
manner of death doesn’t matter, it’s always 66 days. So, we must do our best to prevent
your death because we must halt all tests until you resurrect. Now then, on to today’s
business, we will remove an arm to see if it will return to you in time.” The leader spoke
with his twisted grin behind his mask.
Levi’s fear overwhelmed him, he tries to find solace in the fact he wouldn’t die.
Telling himself that as long as his head remains attached to his body, then he would live.
But no matter what he tried to tell himself, the sounds of his blood spurting from the saw
separating his arm were much louder than the voices in his head. The last thing he saw
before blacking out was his arm dangling off the edge of the table, no longer attached to
his body and dangling by the restraint around the wrist.
Levi regained consciousness and for once he was still in his cage, the cult leader
stood in the center of the room facing his audience and spoke. “My brothers and sisters,
we have pushed the Leviathan to the brink of death these past 2 years and have learned a
great deal. His shattered bones will heal in weeks, his cuts heal sometimes in a matter of
minutes and the Leviathan can even escape death. He can even regrow limbs and
appendages!” The leader held up a severed arm to his followers.
Levi’s heart felt like it had stopped, he looked down and saw that he had both of
his arms. He felt a fleeting sense of relief and then looked up towards the cult leader
again. He had called forward one of the cultists from their seat and was strapping him to
the table.
“Brothers and sister, we will now attach this arm to brother Raphael in hopes of
being able to turn him into a Leviathan. This is the next step in our evolution as well as
moving towards achieving our final goal.” The cult leader called forward more cultists
and had turned Levi’s torture table into what resembled an operating room. The cultists
where the nurses and surgical assistants, the cult leader was the surgeon.
“Begin the transfusion.” The leader ordered as they began to transfuse blood into
their patient.
“The Leviathan’s blood has proven vital for the next step in modern medicine,
when used it provides an accelerated healing process in patients on par with the
Leviathan’s, although it is temporary. The ability seems to fade within 24 hours but is
able to heal any illness or wounds in those that receive this gift. Unfortunately, it doesn’t
help in regrouping lost limbs or preventing death. But we hope to change that by merging
our bodies with the Leviathan’s.” When the leader finished his speech, he and his team
began to go to work on their patient as Levi watched in horror. Terrified at the idea of
these psychopaths running around the world being borderline unkillable and wreaking
havoc.
