Short stories

Kent's story; part two

It must not have even been an hour before Kent woke up again, his mind in a frenzied state. His chest blazed with pain, and his muscles acted like they had a mind of their own. He felt the muscles in his arms tighten involuntarily, and his jaw clenched in pain. He gave a cry of protest. Sweat coated him his hair plastered to his forehead, but he felt cold, yet again, his muscles felt like they were burning and about to snap from the tension at any second. He forced himself to roll onto his side, his legs thrashing on their own. His stomach suddenly gave a jolt, and he threw up all its contents. He lay still, gasping, his cheek pressed onto the floor, hoping it wouldn't start again. But it did. His body thrashed and jerked like he was having a severe seizure. His head slammed onto the floor, casting stars into his vision.

Maybe, if I black out, it'll stop he thought desperately. He struggled to lift his head, to let it smack onto the floor again. But a second thought crossed his mind just before he blacked out. What if when I black out, that's it? What if I die?

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Some time later, Kent did open his eyes. Instantaneous fear clutched his heart, and he thought he would go into another hypserststic fit, but he was still. He relaxed, and only then he realized he was exhausted. He was sprawled onto his back on the floor. His whole body ached, and try as he might, he just couldn't bring himself to sit up. The side of his head hurt where he had hit it against the floor. It even took strength to breath, and he felt every breath going in and out with a renewed flash of pain.

  Kent heard the squeak of the door, and it took all his strength just to move his head to look over. There stood the tall man dressed in black, but this time he wore no buff. His face was clearly visible. Kent saw he had thin red lips, drawn into an amused smile. His cheeks were thin, and Kent saw on one cheek, a cut spanning to beside his left eye, across his nose, and all the way to his right ear. It scarred badly, the flesh tight and pale pink.

"You survived," he man mused. "I must admit, I am surprised. There was only a few who had, but they died not long after their body had calmed." He sat on the floor. "You have been calm for quite a few hours. I didn't think a small boy like you would have," he chuckled, but Kent stared at him, a fearful expression on his face. The man then looked at him with an almost sorrowful expression. 

"Don't look so scared. This injection was for your benefit. If you couldn't survive this one, then the other ones would have been sheer agony and surely would have done you in. Don't understand what I'm saying?"

  Kent blinked at him, then gave him a small nod.

"Well good," the man said. "I suppose since your still alive, I can tell you what is going to happen. Oh yes, before everything, and forgive me, my name is Doctor Willims. I should have introduced myself before." He gave Kent a fake smile.

"Anyways, for the next experiments, they will be given to you one at a time, then we will watch your body's reaction, and put you through some tests. And before you get any terrifying thoughts, these aren't experiments to torture you. Although they might hurt, that's not the purpose. The purpose is to see how much your body can take, and to see how much we can alter your genetics. In simple terms, we want to make a better human. We want to see what it takes to alter a human to be faster, stronger, more agile, enduring, basically everything a normal human could never hope to achieve.

  "You'll be moved to a more comfortable room. This one was only for the purpose of that first injection. You'll be fed, because of course, you will need the energy. You are going to be well taken care of." He flashed Kent with an almost devious smile as he stood up, and went over to the door.

"I'll let you get some rest. When you are able to move again, you'll be transferred to your new room." With that, he left the room, the bolt for the lock clanging shut.