Taken Sanity and Given Mixtures - Nameless Sugami

He woke up with the blinding pain, eyes unable to give him a hint of where he was in the black vastness of nothing around him.
“Hello..?” He called out, only to get an echo of his own question thrown back at him. He had gone to sit up, but found another pain in his wrists and his ankles.
Then, he panicked.
“Hello?! Is anyone there?!” He struggled against his binds in his panic, unable to think of anything else to do.
He went to say something else, but the sound of metal hitting metal, and ever so closing in footsteps, he froze, and snapped his head in that direction. “Hello?! Hey! Help me!”
There was a buzzing sound before a light snapped on, and he had to close his eyes before he was able to adjust. It hurt his eyes, like slowly peeling away someone's skin on their fingers.
After some time, he allowed himself to pry his eyes open, only to be met with the blinding light of a lamp that lay rest on a table next to him. “H-hello..?” He began.
“Alex.” A gruff voice sounded. “Alex Sugami, can you hear me?”
He went to speak, but the voice interrupted him.
“Do not answer with your mouth. Nod your head, yes, or no.”
He then spot the man, a scientist, wearing a large lab coat and holding a clipboard with papers upon papers. He nodded his head, and watched the man.
“Your sister, is Reimi Sugami.” He nodded again.
“Your parents both died,on the second day of October in two thousand thirteen.
Alex nodded again, but then came to realization, and panicked. “R-Reimi!! Is she okay!?”
The scientist pressed a button on the side of the table that he was restrained you, and a sudden volt of short energy coursed through him, sending both pain and a burning feeling though his body.
He yelped, and the scientist looked at him from his clipboard, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and getting rid of the bright glare, revealing his dark, heartless eyes. “Answer only with the nod of your head, a yes, or a no.”
He nodded again in understanding, but the feeling of worry would not leave his thoughts, and the hopes that his sister were okay, only lingered faintly.
The scientist looked at his papers again, flipping them, and reading something. He looked at Alex, and stood up, walking to the side. “We know all about you, Alex,” He said, picking up something that was in a small box, he held it in plain view, watching Alex, whose eyes widened, revealing a fear that could never truly be described. He began to tug at his restraints, both wrists and ankles. “No! Go away! Stay back!!”
The man approached him, and knelt at his side, looking him in the eyes, and holding a syringe in direct line of his sight. “You are afraid of needles. No?”
Alex was taking quick breaths, and turned his head away, averting his eyes from the item that remained held near his face. “G-get it away!! Away!!”
The man grinned, and set the needle on the boys chest, leaving it there and standing up, making his way to a cupboard, where he grabbed a vial that was filled with a bright, glowing gold liquid. He made his way back over to Alex, who was now panicking more.
“Calm yourself, boy. This will only hurt for a couple weeks.”
Alex wailed in fear, looking at the man as he picked up the needle, inserting it into a cover on the top of the vial and bringing in some of the liquid, before turning Alex's’ head to the side and back, gently stabbing the needle into the skin underneath his jaw and near the sensitive nerves. He went stiff as he felt the liquids slowly running into a vein, and making his skin run cold in the aria under his jaw. “”W-what is it?! W-what did you p-put in me?!” His panicked tone didn’t move the scientist at all, and he didn't appear at all to care. “A-answer me!!”
The scientist looked at him. “What is now inside your blood,” He cleared his throat. “Excuse me, your DNA, is a new strand of mind, in fact, the newest in gene technology. Should you not be thrilled?” He asked him. “You, Alex, are the newest in our test for hybrids.”
Alex was stunned, and none the less terrified, eyes wide in fright as he stare at the scientist, who put away the vial and needle.
“A h-hybrid?!” He panicked, and began to feel himself grow light headed, and tired, breathes quick. He began to tug at his restraints more, vision slowly outlined in black, and slowly closing in, closer, and closer, until there was nothing but black, and silence.

A few Years Later

The scientist sat on one side of a window, only able to be seen through on that side.
The room he gazed into was empty, aside from a table in the center, and a green haired man. sitting in a chair with a blindfold around his eyes, and wrists and legs tied to the chair, not by one rope, but three each.
The man pulled a microphone to his mouth, and cleared his voice. “Name.” He said simply.
The boy in the room tilted his head. “I have no name.”
The scientist went to ask another question, but the boy continued. “I am the nameless.”
The scientist nodded. “Good.” and marked a check in a square on a piece of paper.
“Age.” He, once again said a simply word.
“Two below twenty.”
The scientist nodded. “Family.”
The boy did not reply, and remained silent.
The scientist looked up from his papers. “Family.” He repeated.
He could see the boys cheek move, which gave him the hint, that his eye had twitched. He grinned, and noted to himself. ‘Touchy subject’.
He set his clipboard down, and spoke into the microphone. “Test time, subject 879.”
The boys head rose, and he opened his mouth to speak.
“Answer with only the nod of your head, yes, or no.”
The boy, used to this, nodded.
“Any pain?” He shook his head.
“No weird feelings?” Another shake.
“Good. I’ll bring your meal in a minute.
With that, he wrote something down on the clipboard, then stood up and walked out of the room.
It was only minutes later when he came back, a plate of high quality food, stepping into the locked doors that separated the rooms, and then sat in a chair, across from the boy, setting the plate on the table in front of him.
“Two feet in front of you, is what?” He asked.
“An apple, and a steak.”
“What else?” The scientist asked.
The boy could be seen taking a deep breath in the nose, and tilting his head. “A coffee..” The boy seemed slightly delighted, though quickly, it faded away to an emotionless look.
The scientist smiled. “I know you want the coffee. Much, much more than that steak, and that apple.”
The boy nodded, and the scientist, with not thinking in his safety limits, stood up, and walked over, and undid the restraints on his wrists.
The nameless boy gave a soft growl, the smell of the coffee over taking, and the feel of his wrists being free, encouraged him. He opened his mouth, and before the man could react, three black tendrils slid out from underneath his tongue, and wrapped around the man's throat, stretching out more and slamming him into the ground.
The man gasped for air as they tightened around his throat, digging in and spurting blood out onto the pure white, and no longer clean floor and walls.
It wasn't long before the man’s eyes were practically popped out of his skull, while blood leaked from the sockets, ears nose and mouth.
The boy’s tendrils retreated back into his mouth, and into valves underneath his tongue. He undid the restraint on his other arm,and both of his legs, pulling the blindfold from his eyes, each a different color, red, and silver.
He cracked his fingers one by one and let out a relaxed sigh. His eyes landed on the white mug of coffee, and he picked it up, sniffing it and taking a sip.
He grinned and stood up, walking out of the room with the coffee, and dragging the scientists body with him.
He took another sip, and stopped walking to look to the right, down another hall, where another scientist was standing, a woman, who was staring in terror and disbelief.
He had set the mug down, and dropped the guys body, almost instantly appearing in front of her.
He slapped a hand over her mouth, preventing a single sound from escaping her lungs. He pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh.. You don’t want to wake them up.”
She nodded slowly, eyes terrified.
He removed his hand from her mouth. “Go to the boss. Tell them there is a cleanup required in my room.”
He then turned around, and walked back to the scientists dead body, knowing that she was already off to find security.
He picked up his coffee, and grabbed the leg of the dead man, continuing down the hall, and taking a sip.
He was at the front double doors by the time the security was investigating, and walked outside.

With Security

The security ran to the front of the lab, reaching the double doors, only to find that the doors were smeared with blood, the crimson slowly leaking down to the puddle on the ground.
Their attention was brought up, to the dangling body that looked as if it had been mauled and shredded, now completely stripped of clothes, with its skin and muscles torn from it. All that was truly seen, was small strips of flesh, that held together a bloody skeleton, hanging from the chandelier that happened to be built in there by the boss.
Most of them looked unamused, as if it were completely normal. However, some looked on, mortified.
The first one, a short man with grey eyes, looked extremely pissed.
“The Nameless got away.”