Kicking with all the strength that was left with me had no effect. I couldn't move my arm's, nor could I see. Hours upon countless hours passed by before the sound of steps progressed down the creaky wooden stairs. Oh no, here it comes again...wait. No. My mind playing tricks. A growl off of to my right, I growl back in an attempt to scare it off. Lights dance where my eyes are, I watch them dance back and forth pulling themselves to and fro and they darken and brighten. I'm going insane, my sanity is at it's limit. Watching the lights dance in my head are the only things keeping me upright. A sort of dove in a thunderstorm. Keeping to the lights, a cold feeling splashes over me. For several seconds I debate whether or not it is another trick, but than I feel it again. They are splashing water on me. For God knows what reason, I open my mouth in attempt to drink some...I am so thirsty. Just when I take a long awaited swallow of water a sharp pain goes into my throat. Taking in a breath..I cant! Through my nose and mouth, both cannot process the oxygen to enter my lung's. I hear my fruitless attempts to breath for several seconds before my head is brought forward and a long tube is forced into my mouth and down my throat. It becomes clearer and I am able to breath. What is happening to me.
It couldn't have been no more than few days after until the sound of a door being busted down and hands pulling me forward out into the open with the sound of birds filling my ears. Than the hands stopped and I was layed on a bed...so comfortable...a pair of hands wraps themselves around me. My fathers familiar cologne scent fills the air. I smile, as I know it's him.
// comments critiscms accepted, once again I am new and always like to hear what people think of my writing.
I got totally engrossed into that! You should stick a picture up of your Toon. 
Is there, perhaps, more? >.>
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// Glad you guys liked it, and yeah here is a pic, and of course its not over. . I gotta explain a bunch of stuffs, like how he now see's and what nots.
Yay! Looking forward to the next one =D 
All typos aside, rather good read. I'm waiting for more - who IS this guy, why was he tortured...pic tells me he's a bots/FF mastermind with cybernetic implants.
Yeah - definitely need more to this story!
A tube in my throat, a tube in my side. God knows how many tubes I had in me. I was unable to talk, but could hear and respond with simple yes and no responses. A doctor comes in explaining his name, says he wants to take a look at my eyes, or whats left of them. He attempts to pull the barbwire and bandage off but I scream. He tries pulling it forward as he things the barbwire is stuck in me...It's not, not anymore. No...he gives me an X-ray and I can't help but curse his name in my head, I know there are women around looking at me. This thing I have become, not in the least bit attractive. Having to strip down to nothing and enter a machine. I sit not moving for over two hours (Not like I can move much anyway). I am pulled out of the contraption and am placed in a chair, the padding is leather and relaxing. I can hear the doctors breathing, he is of Praetorian descent, slightly overweight and...a hint of doubt in his voice. He tells me that when the took my eyes out they didnt scoop out all of it. Only the majority, what was left was a mix of tangled nerve endings and dried blood, and that was the issue: The blood has brought itself with the nerve endings sinking down out of my eye sockets and in connecting itself to the fabric and salt of the bandage while on the inside bonding around the already formed artery. Through some natural miracle where my eyes once were an artificial blood vessel was created in both eye sockets. If the bandage was to come off there would be a 80% chance of the artery connected to my brain coming un-done killing me. Destined to walked the earth with a bandage, lucky me. It was my fathers idea to keep the barbwire, but that will come later.
My left arm had been connected to that post for over a time of several weeks. My forearm had given out, and it was really just a souvenir of sorts from the incident. My right, the chain had been wrapped around cutting off circulation, so that also was just a paper weight. It was my fathers idea...and Warworks to give me my arms back. At the initial confirmation on it I was excited. To move my arms again, to pick up things, and throw them. This was sadly a temporary emotion: When they layed me down on the table I could hear my father with that same lifeless dead tone that I grew up with "It's going to be Ok son". I dont think I smiled, no, I frowned. Even when they put me under I couldn't help but feel the numbness of what they were doing to my forearms outside of my dream. Inside my head I dream t of a computer, sparks, circuits. The occasional shock I seemed to feel...but than...my arms melted. Like Pooding. The skin slipped off the muscle the muscle slipped off the bone and the bone slipped off existence. That was when I work up.
I agreed to only to replacing my arms, nothing more. It seems I didn't read between the lines when I was listening because when I awoke I could talk, and I had arms! I could move them, twist them, whatever I felt like doing I could once again do! It was a given they were very basic metal claws, but regardless I could feel their weight and feel how they operated to the electrical singles interpreted by my brain to close the palm, to open it, to create a fist, and so forth. I opened my mouth letting in a oxygen, than I attempted to talk. "Happy" was my first word, but it came out in a sort of echo, at least according to me. I stuck out my tongue and what I felt was nothing short of shocking: a casing of metal. I must have startled so much that I shook the room I was in because almost immediately my father and the doctor entered. He explained they gave me the ability to breathe again. What was injured in my throat was a swollen esophagus. It didn't allow the Co2 to be released, or the oxygen to pass through. So they took this filter of sorts bringing in Oxygen that converts it to Lithium which opens my esophagus enough to take in a breath and release it back out as Co2. Only side effect so far known was that my voice sounded less human and more robotic. Great so I will never be able to enjoy the pleasures of kissing a women again.
When I brought my hands up to my head I expected the same sound of hair pushing like a cushion, but there wasn't. No, just a solid push against my head. They shaved my head, and for what purpose. I demanded an answer, looking to my fathers voice in disgust patting the now bare skull of James McCaffery. Warwork again was brought up. They wanted to try something else, and with only my "well-being" in mind. My father seemed to take not into consideration my feeling. "My arms, my mouth, he agreed to those, lets just go all the way!" Over the course of my life I never was close to my father, he saw me less than a son, and more of an investment. Struggling to get out the first sentence I had spoken in weeks I asked "Whhhhaat d-did you mmyyy head?" His answer was simple "Sight, and revenge." That was when for the first time since I was kidnapped the lights in my head began dancing again, except this time they became brighter, and redder. Within minutes I was able to make out a creature sitting in a bed and two tall figures standing around it.
// lots o-typos lol.
// Still new to the game, but I had a great urge to right a backstory to my character: James McCaffery.
Lots of grammar errors, I'm usually great with grammar. Perhaps I am slipping lol.
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The blood dripping down my cheek tickles to the point where for what seems like a second my screaming is muffled into a sort of screeching laughter. I beg and plead as the hands reach out from the darkness bringing with them a salt ridden bandage with a coil of barbwire circled around the outside. Placing it upon my head, it doesn't slip down like butter. No, it has to be pressed down, pressed down without remorse in the area of where my eyes once were. The first time you cant see is simple this: mind blowing. As humans we strive to get what we want, rarely are we provided with a situation in which we cant find a way around, but in the case of having no eyes....well to have that knowledge that no matter what you do you wont ever be able to see. My left arm is chained to a post, my right arm hanging. I imagine how I look right now. A monster of sorts. Lifting my right arm I feel the cool, but thorn like structure of where my eyes used to be. If I had them I would cry right now. Letting my body fall limp my right hand falls on a piece of silver wear. Imagining what it must look like through the outline of rolling it around in my palm, I come to the conclusion that it is the spoon my eyes were carved out with. Like a pumpkin. This was the first punishment, I had only been in this...what I believe to be a dark room, for only a mere two days.
For five days...all was quiet. I'd awake to find what I believe to be a small bowl of water. Not another voice was heard outside of the ringing in my ears and my own sub-conscious mind trying desperately to hang to my sanity. There was someone obviously there, or had this bowl been there this whole time? To not know if you are alone is a fear best left undisturbed. I could scream I thought, but what if those that did this to me thought I was dead? Than they would come back to finish the job. Beads of sweat continued to be my only company. The salt against my eye sockets mixed with the sweat was my only feeling. My only way of entertainment was to follow out the cracks in the floor with my right hand, tracing them, memorizing them. I chained my mind up like a dog to a tree. I focused on nothing but what was going on at the time. In this room. Day six brought in me a new emotion. My left arm had gone numb from being tied to the post, but my right, the only bit of freedom I had here. The sound of wooden steps creaked to my front. One pair of feet...NO! Two...and the sound of a chain. I couldn't make out anything about them other then the fact they were both males with deep voices. I asked what was going on, eventually asking for them to save me. No reply was given only the heavy breathing as they struggled to hold me down as I kicked. They stepped on my right wrist, stretching my arm out on the ground. Than...a sharp pain that made my right arm immobile. They left the room. I wriggled my waist and I could hear the sound of the chain where my right arm is. They..they did something to my arm. My arm. Oh God save me. Now I cant even move.
// Will continue later, tell me what you fellas think.