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Mike slowly began to open his eyes, a sullen dizziness falling upon him. He attempted to sit up but was unable to, opening his eyes further revealed why; he was strapped down to a lab table. His eyes widened with both fear and confusion, looking around as if to spot something he recognized. What he saw was darkness, all except for a few ceiling lights that shined down with blinding brilliance. He began to hear sullen footsteps in the near distance. They echoed against the hard, tiled floor, it sounded as if they were coming from all directions. Mike struggled to free himself again, and as last time, he was unsuccessful. The footsteps had suddenly ceased, and a dark figure loomed over him. The figure wore large goggles, which reflected in the intense light, making them glow an eerie white, which sent shivers down Mike’s spine. “What the hell am I doing here?!” Mike demanded. The figure cocked its head and proceeded to stand straight before wheeling out a cart that appeared to have several operating contents on it, many of which were rather sharp utensils. He rolled the cart into one of the descending lights, revealing his figure. He was a stout looking man, wearing a formal lab suit with a patch that was unfamiliar to Mike. He wore thick, rubber gloves and a mask that concealed his nose and mouth. “Why are you here?” The man repeated the question. “You are here because we need as many subjects as possible. You see, we’ve developed a serum that has had some rather pleasing affects on our subjects, but some turned out a bit too nasty for our taste.” Mike narrowed his eyes at the man, “what did you develop the serum for? And why are you injecting people with it?!” His voice grew more intense. The man closed his eyes and shook his head. “My boy, you think too much. That is another story for another time. For now, you’re here, and that is all that really matters.” He turned around and picked something off of the cart, a light screech came from metal on metal contact. When he faced Mike again, he held a syringe filled with a strange, glowing blue liquid. The man pushed the bottom portion up into the syringe body, and the liquid oozed from the tip rather that shoot outward. Now it was the man’s eyes who were narrowed, “my boy, you’re about to be our latest test subject. We shall be injecting you with the highest dosage yet.” Mike’s eyes shot open in horror, “what are you talking about?! Get that thing away from me!!” The man ignored his plea and began to advance towards him. Mike struggled as hard as he could to free himself, and for a third time his attempt was futile. The man grabbed his right arm and pinned it against the table. Mike struggled to free his limb, but the man was much stronger than he looked. Without hesitation, the man pierced Mike’s flesh with the needle, injecting the substance into his body. Mike cringed with every push the man made on the syringe. Once it was all gone, he pulled it out, and a small spot of blood began to sneak into sight. The man slowly stepped back, “and now,” he said, sounding a bit triumphant, “we wait to see the effects.” Mike continued his attempts to escape, and time after time he failed. All of a sudden, he began to feel nauseated and his vision became blurred. All the while the man stood still, five feet from him, not moving a single muscle, just watching to see what was to come of his actions. Five minutes had passed, and Mike’s feelings of nausea and double vision had faded, and were replaced by feelings of anger small anxiety attacks. All the while, the man stood motionless, watching him squirm. Ten minutes after the injection, pain began to set in. It started small, a little p***k here and there. Twenty minutes later, the pain had spread to almost every part of his body and intensified tenfold, what Mike now felt was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It felt as if his whole body had been set ablaze and was simultaneously being cut with razor blades. His organs felt like they were constantly shifting their position. Mike screamed in agony, still unable to move. The man had now begun to write notes down on a pad of paper. The pain was replaced by numbness every three minutes, but returned within the next fifty seconds, each time more intense than the last. Mike’s eyes were no longer set straight; they were nearly rolling into the back of his head. He had begun to foam at the mouth and small convulsions came and went. The man continued writing down notes, making no effort whatsoever to cease Mike’s trauma. The sound of steel bending suddenly echoed throughout the darkened room. The man looked up and was shocked to see that the subject was actually separating the steel bar that pinned him to the table. “Ah, very good sir, we have not yet seen this attribute on our subjects.” He continued to scribble notes onto his pad of paper. Mike was now writhing to free himself, struggling wildly to get to his feet. The sound of bending steel got louder and louder until the bar which held him had been broken clean off. “Restrain him!” The man yelled, “he is not to escape!” Then, out of nowhere, four men appeared; two attempted to hold down his arms while the other two tried his legs. Mike’s chest shot up in the air, and he let out a nightmarish screech of pain. Suddenly, his right hand began to morph into something, all his nails grew and were suddenly razor sharp; the transformation had begun. Mike broke free of the first man’s grasp and shot his arm directly into the second man’s chest. The man gagged and coughed as blood seeped from the wound, running like a river to the floor below. Eventually, his grip faded, and he fell to the ground a lifeless shell. The three remaining men drew back, horrified at what had just occurred. Mike shot up, his eyes now a flaring crimson. His skin had now begun to grow more and more dark, his other arm morphing into a claw as well. He shot forward and keeled over as small, curved spines erupted from his back, tearing through his shirt. One of the men pulled out a tazer, aimed at the creature before him, and fired. The barb pierced Mike's changing flesh, and a rapid clacking sound was heard as 50,000 volts entered his system. He reared back in pain, yanking the barb from his skin and leaping to the man who had electrocuted him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Mike opened his mouth and bared his teeth, which had now become fangs. The man screamed, but his cries of fear were short lived, Mike’s head shot forward and the newly developed fangs penetrated the man’s neck, cutting through his flesh like a scissors through paper, forcing blood to gush from the wound like a geyser shoots from the Earth. The man briefly clutched his neck before falling from Mike’s grasp, a dead man. Mike fell to the ground and screeched in agony once more as a tail burst from him. It was segmented and ended in a lance like shape. He now turned his attention to the third man, who was backed against a wall, petrified. Mike approached him, baring his fangs again. The man quivered in horror at the beast that was in front of him. Mike picked the man up and drove his lance like tale through his chest. The man’s mouth was now filled with blood, and began to seep down the sides. The wound leaked the life fluid forth, creating a puddle on the floor in a matter of seconds. The man continued to quiver until Mike released him. He hit the ground with a thud and stopped moving. Mike looked around to see if anyone was left. He turned to the fourth man, who ran out the door. Mike let out a roar and was about to give pursuit, when he heard clapping from behind him; it was the man who had injected him with the serum. “Very good, my boy,” he said, a tone of impression could be heard. “None of our other subjects have had this sort of effect; you are truly a remarkable person.” Mike glared at him, his crimson eyes burrowing into him. “What have you done to me?!!!!!!!” He screamed. His voice was distorted, it sounded as if two separate beings were speaking in unison. The man chuckled, “why, we’ve made a breakthrough with you, we can only assume that this is one of the benefits of our serum.” Mike shrieked, “I’M A MONSTER!!!!” He rushed to the man, spreading his claws and swiping them across the man’s stomach. He gasped as his entrails spilled onto the floor. A light squishing was heard as the organs fell onto one another. The man fell to his knees, gasping. Mike spared no time; he whirled around and, with his tail, decapitated the man. As his head fell to the floor, a small fountain of blood shot from his severed neck before the rest of him fell forward, twitching momentarily before all life left it. Mike then turned his attention back to the door which the fourth underling had fled. He wasted no time in rushing through the doors, a sudden blood lust rushing through his newly evolved body. He wasn't about to let his next victim get out alive.
 GlitchMK · Sun Jun 08, 2008 @ 01:21am · 0 Comments |
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