Two head pieces fitted onto the crown of his head, securing a firm grip to his skull. Then the pain flooded through him, his nerves crackled in response, sending bursts of agony through flooded pathways down to his wrists, his chest which was contracting even more, and his feet.
He screamed through the torture that burst through him like a broken dam, making his skin stretch taut against his bones.
His chest heaved, he tried to release his hands from the brace. But nothing could beat the command that pulsed through his torment. Nothing could beat the screams in his throat that did not die down, not once throughout the whole process. His lungs were raw, his throat scratchy, but still the pain wrenched through his whole body. It flung itself onto him, it battled his soul for space. It ate through every shred of pure emotion. He closed his eyes against the burning that fluttered through him, closing them tight against the fire inside of him before it completely took over his whole body.
It shredded Bryce, the real him, in half. Replacing him with a man who knew not of who he was. He was made anew. A man who did not know his purpose. A man that was controlled from his actions to his thoughts. A man with no freedom. No name. He opened his eyes, his blue irises bloodshot and dilating as he stared at the white walls once more. He was a man that no one truly knew other than the fact that he was the Gelid Soldier.
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