Marvin MacArthur

After Drayden left, Marshal's hell truly began. Drayden had heard of a revolutionary on Baltigo who possessed magnetic abilities, and naturally the cyborg man became a bit nervous. Having an entirely metal crew is definitely not the best position to be in when faced with an enemy who was able to easily control metal. So, when Drayden heard that the young man had been captured and was up for sale, he told the good doctor to prep the lab and set out to purchase Marshal. After he had finished that; his job was complete and now the good doctor was the one who had a job to do. Drayden was paying the Good Doctor a hefty sum to turn Marshal over to his side, but the Good Doctor would have done it for free. I can't believe it, I finally get the chance to experiment on a devil's fruit user, and I'm even being paid for it." The Good Doctor was supposedly trying to make Marshal work for Drayden, but he was more focused on uncovering the secrets of Marshal's fruit than forcing him to be subservient. "He'll get his soldier,"The good doctor chuckled,"If he survives my experiments of course."

If Marshal did manage to survive the Doctor's experiments, it would have to be through some insane combination of luck and willpower. The 'Good Doctor' was far from good and it would've been a stretch to even call him a doctor. Perhaps a better title for the sadistic man of scientist would be the "Malicious Practitioner." Whatever he was called, the man would still be a terrible excuse for it. The things he subjected Marshal to were horrific, and would permanently change him from the diligent, loyal, occasionally lazy young teen into a hardened, untrusting man who was forced to grow up far too soon.

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Day 1
Marshal was sweating. The Doctor had connected several electrodes to his body and observed Marshal from behind the two way mirror. Hand on the switch to send several thousand volts of electricity into the body of the young man. Patiently waiting for some sort of cue to shock Marshal to near death. Marshal knew what was coming. Soon after he had woken up he saw the Good Doctor for the first time. The man was small and thin, wearing the same lab coat and goggles as before but at some point when Marshal was unconscious he had also put on a surgical mask and blue rubber gloves. "Hello child. I am the Good Doctor and I will be making your life a living hell for the next year. All in the name of science of course," the doctor said with a giggle. The bound and gagged Marshal was unable to respond, but his widened eyes showed that he completely understood and was terrified. Now, after the electrodes were attached to his body and the Doctor disappeared, Marshal could do nothing but lay there and wait for the shock to come. Since there was no sort of switch in the room, Marshall could only conclude that the switch was wherever the Good Doctor had vanished to. While he was correct, that knowledge did nothing to relieve his fear of what was to come. Though the electrodes pinching his skin were metal, he was unable to use his powers to prevent it from happening. He was too nervous, too scared, and too weak to even save himself. His abilities couldn't work when he was in that much distress, and the Doctor knew it. Part of his research on Marshal was actually to find out how different stress effected his body. "I guess I've kept him in suspense long enough." Marshal would've really preferred being kept in suspense though, anything would've been better than the hellish pain he felt seconds after the switch was flipped. Marshal screamed into his gag as loud as he possibly could, tears flowing freely from his eyes as his skin was singed by the electricity and his hair was forced to stand on end. Marshall suffered as the Doctor monitored his vitals on a screen behind the mirror, making sure he didn't allow his subject to die on the first day. Once Marshal fell unconscious from the shock, the Doctor shut off the flow.

Day 29
Over the course of the first month, Marshal had been subjected to all sorts of strange and terrible physical tortures, leaving his body covered in burns and all sorts of scars. Today, the Doctor decided to introduce a new sort of non-physical torture. He brought in a video den den mushi, and set it up right in front of the table where Marshal was bound. After keeping him on his back for so long, the table began to rise and shift from a horizontal position and moved to a more diagonal position. Marshal was now face to face with the screen, which then began showing Marshal a video of one of his earlier torture sessions. Being forced to watch himself suffer was terrible, causing him to relive the intense pain. This particular video was of his very first session, but over the course of his torture, he would be forced to watch every one of his sessions over. These video sessions usually only came at night, after his physical abuse was done for the day, meaning there was always new footage for him to relive. The Good Doctor found that by forcing him to fall asleep watching his own suffering he could keep him as weak as possible.

Day 90
After 90 days, the Good Doctor was forced to release Marshal from his bonds lest his body be unusable when he was finally released to serve Drayden. To release him, the Good Doctor came into the room while Marshal was asleep and tied ropes around his arms with extremely heavy cinder-blocks on the ends. With how weak Marshal had become, there would be no way for Marshal to lift the blocks and go outside of the short range of movement he was given by the 10 foot long rope. In the 30 foot wide room there was a large area where the Doctor can stand while staying safe from any sort of retaliation from Marshal. The cinderblocks remained in the center of the room on the floor where the table had been, which meant it was impossible for Marshal to reach the door where the two way mirror was. In this position, Marshal's torture continued, with the only change being that he could finally move around. As he lied on the floor motionless, Marshal vowed to regain his strength and escape from the lab.

Day 180
In the three months since Marshal had been given the ability to move again, he had kept his promise to get his strength back. During this three month period, Marshall had turned 17, and had gained back his previous size and then some. Now standing at an insane height of 6 foot 5 inches tall, and weighing over 230 pounds, he was much larger than he was when captured. At this point, Marshal was able to move the cinderblocks binding him, but didn't want to do anything just yet lest he alert the Good Doctor and get into an even worse situation. Unfortunately for him, The Doctor already knew. Though Marshal had avoided moving the blocks from their current location, the Doctor took note of his impressive size and knew that it would be very likely that he could. So, to avoid any sort of danger, the Doctor decided to take care of the problem before Marshal could do anything about it. Pressing a button in his control panel, the Doctor flooded the room with toxic gas. Sensing the danger, but unfortunately still unable to use his powers, Marshall began to swing his arms causing the blocks attached to his arms to be swung with them towards the glass. Before the block could even get near the glass, Marshal passed out, and the resulting fall killed the momentum of the blocks causing them to fall harmlessly to the floor. Tsk tsk tsk, poor kid. HE worked so hard to get his strength back, and couldn't even use it before getting it taken away from him. Drayden might be a bit mad that i hurt him, but he's going to love what I do after ehehehehe." Taking out a circular saw, the Doctor would kneel down next to Marshal's body, and use the saw to cut off Marshal's right arm at the shoulder. The powerful gas would stop Marshal from feeling anything, and by the time he woke up the Doctor would've already begun to replace the arm with a cybernetic replacement.