Contagious

part eleven

Daron found himself strapped to a Gurnee. his head was spinning, there was a blinding surgical light above him. Once his eyes adjusted he tried to look around, he was in too much pain to speak. there was a strong smell of mildew and dust in the room. He tried to move but the straps constricted his body, the only limb he could move was his head.

Somebody walked in with a strange syringe in hand. The surgical light prevented Daron from being able to identify them; all he could see was a shadow with white pupils. They began to speak.

"I'm certain you don't know what's going on, allow me to explain." They begin to talk.

Daron could only whimper as he tried to yell.

"You're here because of the disease going around. Rumor has it that you have it."

Daron was finally able to get some words out.

"W-wh... what... do... you want from... m-me..." daron stammered.

"If the rumors are true then the fluid in this syringe will have some... serious effects." They flicked the needle and some of the black liquid dripped out.

"N-no!!!" Daron pulled his arm away before the person could inject him.

"Stubborn..." they grabbed darons arm and held it down.

Daron felt a small pain in his arm as the needle was injected. The fluid began to course through his veins, it felt like poison going through him.

Daron started screaming in agony as the fluid went through his whole body. Track marks started showing up all over. Daron felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and strength.

Daron pulled as hard as he could at the restraints and with a little bit of force it split in half. One arm was now free, once by one he broke the straps until he was completely free.

Daron wasn't in control of his actions, he ran straight at the figure and within seconds they were splattered across the walls. All over Daron as well, the substance seemed to give him a huge boost in strength. He ran to find a way out.
-

Daron found himself running around in the middle of a desert. He stood around, still dazed and confused. Daron closed his eyes and was able to sense where serj and the others were. He zoomed and showed up at their doorstep, he twisted the doorknob and fell down onto the floor as soon as he stepped inside.

"What the fuck!!!" Daron heard the echo of Serj's voice, he was the only person that would be up late in the night. It was the last thing Daron heard before losing consciousness.
-

Daron woke early in the morning and in a normal state of mind, he suddenly remembered what had happened to him and jumped out of his bed, he went to the bathroom and saw the track marks all over him. Daron pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! The veins i already had were hard enough to cover!!!" Daron whisper yelled.

He trailed his fingers across the new track marks, it almost looked like they... moved? Daron realized that the black substance had moved, he tried it again and made a small black line across his forearm.

"Holy shit... can I..." daron slid his hand onto the track marks, they vanished.

"Wha-!"

Daron tried to get rid of the veins on his neck and chest, nothing.

"Dammit..."