Subject 404

Chapter 2

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George's POV;
 
They're all dead. I'm all alone here on my own now. Wait, where even am I..?

I slowly started to wake up to some white room and faces I did not recognize. They were above me, watching quietly as I was opening my eyes. Fear struck my brain and I started to panic, breathing fast and looking around. There were some mutated-looking people all around and one of them was now reaching out to me.

"No need to panic, we mean no harm," the man with small black wings said and rubbed my knee.

"My name is Phil, and you?" he asked and retreated a little. It was scary to sit in the middle of some people that looked like a hundred times stronger than me. I started to shiver visibly and he pulled me into his arms.

"It's alright. Don't be stressed."

"G-George.. I-I'm George.." I murmured and hid myself into his chest. He held me close and played with my messy hair a little.

I started to feel embarassed of myself, but this guy felt like a parent to me. He felt like an awesome, supportive father anyone would dream of. He was the parent I was missing.

While he was just comforting me there, a curious male crawled over to us. He sat in front of the man, watching me up close.

"Tommy, let him be. He needs to calm down before you decide you want to socialize," he said. I could feel his left hand moving a bit, possibly doing the scolding finger at the male.

"Oh but dadza.... he's new, and it's not like he's getting out any time soon anyway."

Okay first of all, "dadza"? Is this the man's child? Second.. I'm not getting out of here?!?!!

"I know, but let him get used to his surroundings a bit first."

It was then I opened my eyes again just to see how much I lacked clothing. I was basically naked except for the boxers, covered in bandages that were dirty and mostly not even covering my wounds anymore. No wonder I felt so good in the man's embrace, he was warm and had a nice soft coat.

"Thank you rammy," said a gentle female voice. I turned my head to see a quite buff guy with a fluffy beard and large ram horns, having bits of strings of..what I assumed was wool, on them.

"Hey there newcomer, I knitted you something to wear," she approached slowly and held out the brand new silky sweater. I looked her in the eyes and then down at the sweater, lightly taking it. It felt so nice too. I pushed myself away from "dadza" for a while, taking off the bandages and putting on the sweater.

"I can make it bigger if it's too small for you, it's no problem." Too small? I had at least two more inches of sleeves and it just enough covered half my thighs.

"No..no need. Thank you but.. where am I?" I asked them, watching as guilt and sadness came onto their faces.

"I think it's right that we do tell you.." dadza started. "How old do you think I am?"

"You look and sound like you're a man in his 20s.."

"Technically, you're right. But also not. I'm as old as time itself, child. I saw everything, everyone. I'm like the father to this family, because I took it as my job to take in anyone who comes in. It's not a good thing. It's really bad. Though you might think we're nice and everything, the men 'outside' aren't. They tortured us with their scientific substances and gave us powers. It sounds good, but not always does it work. I watched so many come and go. They all died due to the experiments."

"We've been locked up in here with no hopes of leaving at all," said the curious male from before, "if we tried to escape, we'd get shocked or killed. They made us into something horrific. We're like soulless bodies here just watching as time goes by."

"That's right," said somebody from what seemed like more far away than just the inside of the roo...cage. This was a cage all along just with walls on three sides so they wouldn't try to squish themselves outside or something.

"So you're the newcomer. 404. Hm.. maybe your error number will prove me wrong and you won't die like the others. You'll really disappoint me if you do die. Now," he spoke out, opening the cage door, "hand him in."

"No." Phil protested.

"This was not a question. This was an order. Hand him in, now! It's his turn to be tested on."

"And I said... NO!" he made the 'no' loud and clear, spreading his black wings that were now way larger than before. He also tightened his grip on me, about to defend me with his life.

"Then I'm gonna take him myself!" the other man also made himself clear.

The people in the cage suddenly started standing up and growing into some more horrifying forms. I watched and feared what would happen. One of them, the guy with a white bandana around his head, was now a fiery cougar. He was growling at the blonde, flames bouncing from him. The ram guy's horns were razor sharp and golden now, Tommy was threatening with his claws, and the rest I just looked at, took a mental note to not mess with them and looked away.

"You've chosen the incorrect path of this maze!" the blonde called out and formed into a large blue fire wolf, standing his ground and showing no signs of fear at all.

Within moments he was in the cage, beating everybody harder than they all together could. This seemed like a cheat, and obviously it must have been one. He kept standing on all his legs, just getting more rough every second of this fight.

I feared the situation even more when I started hearing loud whines and cries. They were drastically losing now and he was just finishing them off with hard bites and flames.

"Hand..him IN." he commanded, reaching his blue fiery hand out to me. I quickly tried to hide into the winged one's coat with no luck at all.
  
  
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"Hands off!" he yelled out, clawing the blonde's hand off. He was looking at it on the floor, slowly fading to blue dust.

"Mhmhmhmhmhmhm.. good try."

And then his grip on me loosened a lot. He was screaming in pain, trying to rip a collar off his neck. That bastard was shocking him!

"Stop it!.." I crawled out and dashed a quick bite at his leg. I striked successfully and made the spot bleed, angering him even more.

"I'm not going to play your games!" he gripped me by the sweater and lifted me up, shaking me. Then he slammed me harshly onto the floor and dragged me away by my leg. Goodbye new family..