THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN!

Please, everyone who follows this story, do re-read it.

For those who are reading this story for the first time - my writing improved over the first 10-15 chapters...and that is why this chapter is written a lot better than the few next ones.

In regards to that..please enjoy.

THE HANGED MAN

3 years ago.

Sound of high heels moving closer to him. To him, the boy who was chained to the chair. The boy, or rather, the thing, that was kept chained to the chair was scared. He tried to escape, he tried to dodge her grasp, but it was futile.

The metallic sound of chains hitting against each other echoed over the oval shaped room that he was held in as he twitched his arms and legs. It should have been a painful experience, as the metal dug into his skin, causing it to bleed, but it wasn't. For him the meager cut and rash from it didn't matter at all.

His body was a mess. The only thing left of his clothes, when he was kidnapped, now was the pants.

A knife was sticking out of his shoulder.

Another knife was sticking into his palm...and a few more in his left arm.

Blood was pouring out of the wound, but it didn't matter in the grand of scheme of things, because those knives were moved over his skin earlier. Many times, over and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and OVER again.

The dark, red blood was too familiar to him. Not once before this he had realized how much blood a single person had, nor did he know how much of this blood could be poured until a person would die.

He knew, now. He knew. He wished he didn't, but it didn't matter to anyone.

He was like a broken cassette player, repeating the same phrases over and over again.

Maybe his mind had broken?

As his skin was grafted, cut, poked and stabbed he had fallen into despair, in and out of lucidity, he had sworn to kill the damn women, he had pleaded for her to kill him and now, he had been left alone.

The silence was scary for him. He didn't like the pauses that the women made. He didn't want to keep on thinking about the time when she came back, so it was better for him to suffer and get drugged up than to wait in the silence.

..Besides, the silence wasn't silence for him anymore. The voices, the screams, laugh and cries, he heard everything. He didn't know who did it, but it didn't let him relax. He felt eyes that watched him, even though he was alone. They stared down upon him, as if silently judging him.

It was probably he himself, who the voices belonged to.

He was returned to the present as he was yanked by his messed up hair. It was rather interesting to him, as the women had continuously spoken about how it was turning white. The boy had found it weird, but he didn't speak on it. He didn't speak at all. He only screamed in pain. He only cried in pain.

The sphere shaped room had a checkered ground and a broken roof that leaked the sunlight and moonlight in, but only for a bit. Every time, as the small bit of time passed over, he understood that another day had past in his personal hell.

In the middle, the boy sat with his eyes covered by a blood soaked piece of fabric.

Said fabric was gently untied and pealed off. He blinked several times, as his eyes got used to the dark and musky light.

His eyes were positioned upwards. He looked trough the crack in the ceiling. The moon was high and a single stray ray hit his face.

The women touched his cheek, making the boy's body convulse. Her touch sent pain, chills and despair trough his body. From his toes to his ears, all over his spine. The boy's eyes moved downwards, slowly, hoping to get away from her gaze, but it didn't work. It never did.

Two wide, olive shaped green eyes. A narrow nose bridge and Asian looking face structure. Her narrow lips curled into a smile.

Most of all, the scar around her neck was what pulled most of the attention off from her. Without that, she was wearing an eerily cute dress, that's color matched her straw-yellow hair.

Her cute voice echoed over the room, as she spoke.

''Another 12 hours passed. I have to say it, your body is very interesting...what I've put you trough would break a grown man twice over, but you've remained resilient to my touch. Do you hate me that much?''

She touched the boys neck with her slender, cold fingers and as she slid them up, her black fingernails left deep stretchmarks over his skin, coloring what was left of his pale skin in red.

''I'll just have to make you join me...and I'll have to make you love me...'' - She said, as the sound of her high heels echoed after every step, as she circled around the boy.

The boy rattled his chains. The chains that held him down to the goddamn chair.

''...I will kill you.'' - The boy's voice was cracked and rugged from the lack of using it to speak and thus the words came out sounding weird and misplaced.

''Mhm, you finally began to speak?'' - She spun around as the boy looked at her with his dull, lifeless eyes. -''...How can you kill me when you can't even lay a finger on me?''

''..Remember. One day...I will return the favor.'' - The boy said and his brown eyes looked downwards, as his head slouched.

''Quite ambitious from a kid...but nevertheless...'' - She spoke and her voice turned cold. -''..It's time to have some fun~~!''

Both of her hands raised and knives appeared in between her fingers. Without mercy she slammed all of them down into the boy's body.

''How about this?'' - She laughed and pulled out the knives kept slamming them into the boy again and again without stopping. - ''Or this? Or this? Maybe this? Like this? Yes, like THAT!''

The boy's skin tore, bled and he screamed in pain, wept and cried.

''You are too much fun, too much fun, too much fun!'' - She screamed in pleasure, while the boy cried in pain.

''..Kill me!'' - The boy screamed. -''JUST KILL ME YOU GODDAMN WOMAN, KILL ME!''

His eyes had become wide as he stared at her, with tears running down his face.

''..I can't do that...you see...I have to get the dragon inside of you to wake up. After that, you will become mine and everything will be fine.'' - She spoke, in a cute tone. -''..But to wake that dragon...I have to do THIS more to you, ISSEI-CHAN!''

She shouted and slammed down another knife into the boys arm. She turned around and cutely walked over to a desk and took something from it.

Issei raised his head and looked at it...and as soon as he did notice what it was, he slouched his head down and tried to keep it like that...but the women in front of him didn't care for his struggle.

She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. With her other arm she held a syringe...right at his eyeball.

He grunted and tried to shake his head, but it didn't matter, as the women crashed the syringe into his eyeball.

SPLASH.

He felt the liquid that burned his brain.

Melted it.

Like that, he was sent into the murky part of his brain again.

Floating inside of his own brain ooze.

Oozing so lightly, floating...melting.

Those eyes again, those two goddamn green eyes that kept staring at him.

It felt hot. Unbelievably hot as something began to take away the darkness.

A fire.

Issei was melting from the heat, from the explosion that took away the murky darkness, the fire that evaporated his rotting brain ooze.

''Will you give up?'' - A powerful voice spoke, as he was enveloped by fire. The fire gathered in a single spot and it took form.

First it was claws, then the legs, the body, and finally the head. The giant jaws smashed together as the dragon roared. The giant, red scaled dragon roared.

''Do you want to overcome this and become strong?'' - The voice asked again, as the dragons jaws moved, because it was the dragon, to who the voice belonged to.

Issei clutched his head, as he remained floating in the fire...the fire, from which he didn't receive any pain...instead, it was warm.

Warmth, something Issei had forgotten ever since that women had gotten her cold hands on him.

Some memories flashed trough his mind. Some of his family. His school friends. Of course, he wasn't that popular in school, but he did have some good friends.

The scene of his mother wrapping his leg in bandages after a particularly bad fall. That time, Issei was about 11 years old and the amount of blood had scared him, but his mother was there to calm him down...and nothing was scary then.

The scene faded, like a burned out film-tape.

There's no going back.

Whiteness enveloped him. The tears stopped flowing as his brown eyes narrowed...and focused. They regained the sight, as Issei looked up at the beast inside of his mind, together with the fire enveloping him once again.

A familiar fire.

''Tell me your name, Dragon.''

The dragon smirked. -''I am Ddraig, one of the two Heavenly Dragon! I have rampaged over the earth from the beginning of time, my power is immeasurable.''

Issei's body straightened. He wasn't slouching his back anymore. -''Can you lend me your power?''

Ddraig stared back at him. -''Of course...but...you have to do what I say.''

The women, the torturer, the monster or whatever else the boy named Issei Hyoudou had called her was standing by the entrance, looking over him.

She smirked. The boy, barely 14 years of age, was now talking to himself. She had succeeded again. The boy had stopped crying.

5 days of torture and a single boy was broken beyond repair. That was all it took.

She had broken his fingers, healed them, broken them again. When stabbing him, she had missed arteries and organs on purpose. The needles, the skin grafting...everything she had done...was fun.

The women smirked again, as she felt it.

The raging fire inside of the boy.

She raised her hand, and the door behind her opened.

Masked people, dressed in black coats all stepped inside the dome shaped room, and lined up on both sides of her...almost as if making way.

Making way for a new monster king.

Issei Hyoudou knew what was needed to be done. His memories became fuzzy and he knew that there was no coming back. He looked upwards, trough hole in the ceiling..the sun was gone, as the glassy, black sky stared back at him.

He was all alone...and it was the diverging path that he needed to take.

His eyes narrowed.

He decided on never crying again. He would never beg anyone again. He would never be weak again.

The chains around his arms rattled and the sound of metal giving in echoed over the room.

His fingers cracked as he moved them. His elbow cracked as he moved it.

The feeling of pain faded.

He grabbed into the chair's arms and rose his body. His spine cracked.

The chains around his legs shattered and the sound echoed once again.

He slouched downwards as he took the first step forwards. His bare feet felt cold against the black and white checkered floor. He stared at his own blood, that was dirtying the tiles.

His white hair covered his face as he stared downwards.

'For it's what's needed.'

His back straightened and he held an expressionless face towards the women who had tortured him. His eyes narrowed even more as he brought up his right arm towards his left, in an awkward manner, as if he had forgotten how to use his own arms.

He grabbed the handle of one of the knives and began to pull them out, one by one, without batting an eye. He started with the ones in his left arm, then moved down to his legs. Every single knife fell to the floor. Some of them made a sound as they hit the tiles, some simply got stuck into the tiles with their sharp edges.

Issei raised his right arm towards his shoulder, but he lacked the reach. His other shoulder popped and his elbow made a creaking sound. He brought down the hand looked at the women, as he stepped forwards.

The remaining pieces of chain around his ankles made a rattling sound with every step. The people who had lined up towards him all got on one knee, only that women remained standing, as he closed in on her.

Issei stopped in front of her, staring at her from above.

''Will you not attack me?'' - She asked.

Issei shook his head. -''..I will join you.''

She narrowed her eyes, as a smile curled up her lips.

She brought up her hand and touched Issei's face. With her other arm, she pulled out the knife from his shoulder. His expression remained unmovable.

''..Well then.'' - She said, as the people around her rose. -''I must welcome you..into the Zero Army.''

''...'' - Issei remained silent.

''I am Maria.'' - She spoke took a few steps forward and spun on her heels, in a cute way. -''The leader of Suicide Squad - the one you will serve in.''

Maria looked at Issei's static face and winked at him, amused.

''I'll take that silence as a confirmation.'' - She turned around and put her hands behind her back, still holding the knife in her hand, as she began to walk. -''Let's go, Issei-chan.''

Issei looked back at the shadowy frames behind. Every single one of them were tall and wide...while he was still a kid. He looked down at his feet.

The chains had dug deep into his skin, from the countless time's of trying to break free. The skin was shedding and around the biggest wound the skin was scratched red.

Issei stepped forwards, as the chains hit the tiles with every uneven step.

The shadowy frames behind him simply looked as he exited the dome shaped room.

The room that was used to break him down and destroy everything he was.

...so he could be reborn.

The cold, whistling wind hit his body and made him squirm for a second.

The wounds and blood made the feeling of these gusts of wind feel...so damn pleasurable.

He raised his head and inhaled deeply, savoring the numbness of the cold air.

He exhaled deeply, as a small burst of white air from his mouth was pulled along with the wind.

The giant, round moon in the sky stared down at him.

Issei's eyes narrowed and he looked down.

'..I'm on my own.'

The wind rustled his white hair and he touched it. The spikes on the back of his head were gone...and his hair had become straight...loosing the previous color and form.

He looked at Maria who was cutely walking further away from him...

..and he began to walk after her.

Given neither talent, nor glory, but only tragedy, the story of our main character begins to unfold.

Yo. This is how ''Broken Wings'' begin. This is a story of suffering, pain, fighting, plot-twists and betrayal. It's not a harem, nor will it ever be, but there are a bit of lemons.

Issei Hyoudou becomes a mercenary at the young age of 14 and that's how it goes on.

Can anyone guess why I called this chapter ''The Hanged Man''?

Oh yeah, I removed some parts from the original torture where I really blatantly ripped of Tokyo Ghoul.(although there are a boat-ton of references to it all long the story.)