The Doctor's Monster

The Monster's downtime

Once more, he's on the operating table.
Several people in lab coats and masks prep all around him.
His eyes are still closed, but his quills sense the vibrations in the room.
Two men.
One woman.
One of them taps away on the computer.
Likely trying to retrieve information from the Doctor's notes.
The other two place tools they need on a table next to the beast.
He's strapped down.
Even if his body wasn't in lockdown mode, he isn't going anywhere.
He can smell them.
One of them is new.
His heartbeat is more rapid than the others.
He's afraid of the animal that lays dormant in front of him.
Most of the staff has never seen the creature in all its glory.
Just glimpses and passing looks at him.
But before Jacob, lies this absolute monster.
It's head is thick and hard, covered in leathery skin.
Thick scales run down its back, protecting its spine.
The beast is dark blue in appearance.
It's snout is thick with powerful jaws and two or three sharp teeth sticking out of its lips.
It's body is covered in scars and bullet marks from previous battles.
And a few new small scars from his most recent plunder.
The new guy nearly flinches when he hears it breathe.
"Relax. It can't hurt you. It's basically dead."
The woman says.
Her voice is thick and demanding.
She, like the Captain and the Doctor, have grown used to the beast's presence.
"Fred, drop the needle."
She says.
The other man in the lab coat gives her a thumbs up.
The Doctor is not here, and a small crew was asked to fill in for him.
The Doctor usually plays music with lyrics.
He finds that it responds positively to human voices.
Especially when melody is involved.
His brain responds much the same as a child with a singing mother.
But this time no one sings.
The music is harsh and rough.
His ear flicks as he's not used to the violent thrashing of the sound waves.
His brain waves seem to move in patterns when the song is played.
Like a rhythm.
"I've isolated the timeline. He's ready for cleansing."
One of them says.
Cleansing.
G183 recognizes that phrase.
Cleansing.
The computers attached to his head pick up brain activity.
Neurons firing off sporadically reveal thought.
He's thinking about something, trying to remember.
However the scientists are much too focused on the task at hand, and fail to notice.
All movement as stopped.
Heart rates elevated.
They're afraid.
One of them has to insert the drive into the back of his head.
That makes him vary uncomfortable.
Right now he wishes he could see what's making them so anxious.
His quills once more pick up vibrations, movement this time it's close to his neck.
Something clicks in his mind.
He remembers.
They're going to make him forget.
In that moment, the machine keeping him sedated fails to contain him.
He becomes too powerful for it at one time.
He opens his eyes.
As soon as his pupils adjust to the sudden brightness of the room, he looks towards the woman standing next to him.
She wears a white lab coat with goggles, mask, and a pair of latex gloves.
In her hand is the flash drive containing the program that Takes.
She notices his eyes have opened, and they're set on her.
A gasp escapes her mouth.
She should have inserted the drive.
That was her mistake.
His tail changes shape.
He remembers all of his abilities.
That makes him extremely dangerous.
The restraints around his tail are silently cut.
"He's looking at us."
"How is this possible?"
"His brain activity is spiking!"
His tail rises and moves towards the rest of his body.
It's restraints are sliced off right in front of them.
The beast lifts itself from the table like a mountain of flesh and muscle.
Jacob runs to the computer and slams his hand on the panic button.
An alarm blares as mist begins to shoot from the vents above them.
The machine takes over, forcing the beasts conciseness under once more.
It's body drops to the floor with a heavy thud.
The ground rumbles lightly from the impact.
6 armed guards rush in as the door opens.
Assault rifles all aimed at the creature.
Keepers strolls in after them.
The scientists look at him in shock.
How can he be so nonchalant about this?
He glares at them.
"Turn that off!"
He shouts angrily.
The rock music stops instantly.
"Who would like to explain this?"
He asks.
None of them step fourth.
"It was simple."
He says, taking a step towards the beast.
His Stacy Adam shoe slaps on its thick boney head.
"Get some information out of this things head."
He growls.
"It's sedated. Basically dead."
Mikel Keepers is angry, that much is obvious.
Though this anger is not out of rage.
Dare it be said, possibly of fear.
It was him that released the Catalyst upon the world in the height of the Great War.
Humanity needed an edge on their enemy.
He released a pathogen.
Publicly the government has hunted him since.
Secretly they need him.
The public sees him as a criminal.
He sees himself as a visionary.
A man of progress and human enhancement.
His work is to "Perfect Humanity" in his own words.
The seven survivors of last nights extraction are a threat to him.
While the real SCO knows he is alive, they don't know where he is.
The seven are a threat to him.
The longer they're out there, the bigger the risk he will be found.
He cannot have that.
His work must be finished.
The worlds 'Heroes' cannot be allowed to interfere.