Subject 404

Chapter 3

>> even more violence.. >_<!
also includes blood and deaths <<
 

     
   
      
     
       
   
     
George's POV;

"A-Asshole! Let go of me!" I yelled at the guy, struggling to get my leg out of his grip.

"Nobody here will disrespect me and that includes you too!" he yelled back and rushed his claws through.

 
SCREAM!
 
 
I could see bits of blood escaping slowly, but I had to try and stay shut.

He got the claws out and threw me into a corner. I was half-unconscious so I didn't feel much pain, yet I could still see and hear. The room was as always white, a window in the front and left wall, but most importantly there was one table in the middle, several scientific needs surrounding it.

"Blade! Let's tie him up."

Moments later, a slightly shorter guy with a pink boar mask entered the room. When I looked at him, he gave me a warning snarl and stomped. So I tried to hide into the corner, curling up as much as I could.

CLANG

"What's happening in there?!" the blonde furiously yelled out, looking towards the hall.

CRASH

"I thought..I told you..NOT TO TOUCH HIM!!" Phil suddenly stood in the door, furiously breathing and watching the blonde.

He had a slightly terrified look on his face without it somehow disappearing immediately. He had the right reason for keeping it on; the rest of the survivors stood in the hall, watching.

"Uuuhh Dream.. did you not lock the door or something?" the other guy asked, slowly reaching into his belt.

"NONSENSE! I locked it as perfectly as always!"

"ATTACK!" Phil yelled again and charged at the blonde. The rest of the beings took on their forms and went into battle.

As I was trying to hide in the corner, I noticed one of them was running kinda late. But not alone; some other victims came running along, and god was there many of them.

The raging battle seemed like a loss for the two, but they weren't going down so easily. No matter how many times Phil charged at their heads, they kept standing. No matter the damage.

'Dream' then reached back for some gallon. When he got a good grip of it, he swung his arms. A clear, neony acid swooshed out of it, immediately backing away everyone in brutal pain. He then flew up a bit and smashed the gallon on the floor. Everyone got hit by the acid and suddenly the war screams turned into screams of terrifying pain.

"Yeah that's what I thought!" he yelled and grabbed a dagger, jumping at everyone and stabbing their necks.

More fear hit me. What looked like a victory turned into defeat in just a few seconds. Bodies laid on the floor, blood still running out of the damaged parts. This man had no absolute mercy on anything. And now it was my turn to suffer through this. He's probably gonna torture me with needles and acid. I can see it.

The last man standing was Phil. Everyone else was either alive but too weak to get up, or dead. He was trying to stand on his feet but the demon kicked him down.

"Phil!" I ran towards him, getting on my knees and putting my hand over his stab wound.

"There's no hope.. I believe in you.. stay safe."

"W-Wait no! What are you saying?! Don't leave me! Phil!!.."

"You've messed with the wrong creature, you fools." I quickly looked up, watching as he throws and catches the dagger just for fun. He then got a good grip on it and walked towards me, not looking hurt at all. He grabbed my hand and lifted me up, stabbing my stomach with it.

"Ngh!.." I whimpered as tears ran down my cheeks. He pulled it out and dropped me on the floor, knowing I would be too weak to move anymore.

"I actually believed you would be worthy to at least be tested on. But you just failed miserably."

"Y-You monster.. psychopath.." I murmured while slowly curling up.

"Mhahahaha.. I thought I didn't seem like I was kidding when I did all those things. Do you know what you've just caused? You just came in and you already killed everybody! Are you happy with yourself, 404? You killed them!"

Those were the last things I could hear. The rest was just screetching of the something nothing in my ears and a warming feeling. For a while it actually felt really comfortable until I started to see my mother.

"Mom?" I asked, slowly walking towards her. She had beautiful white dress and heavenly wings, her brown hair tied in a bun with a pink flower in it.

"You don't belong here just yet, George. We had no hopes of surviving, but you saved yourself, which means you're still worthy down there, son."

"What are you saying?.. You would do better down there than me! Mom, I just killed a bunch of strangers that lived normally before I appeared! It should be me to stay up here, not you. You could live well.."

She sadly smiled and pushed me down, small crystal tears dropping as I fell.
 
  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
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"George? George?!" a familiar voice was calling out to me. The white realm slowly faded from my view and Phil's worried face appeared above me. What..?

"Phil..?" I asked weakly, watching him prepare some things beside me.

"Thanks god you're alright, I was worried for you. Don't move and don't talk much either, you could hurt yourself," he said as he placed something onto my skin. It stung like needles and pins, but he held it and me down so I wouldn't knock it off.

"But I thought we all died?" I asked again after a while when the pain weakened.

"Honestly, I would be more glad if we did. Unfortunately for us, the psycho took us into this room and left behind needs to heal ourselves. There's special gas all around which keeps us alive at the moment." He looked down and rubbed his arm, looking a bit like a guilty child after breaking a vase.

"Wow.... after all he did to everyone, he goes and saves us? Is it just because he wants to torture us again?"

"Shh! They could hear us.. keep it down," he hushed me. I looked away, hoping I wouldn't be here. Neither them. They don't deserve this pain and suffering.

There was perfect silence at the moment, so I could hear what they were talking about outside.

"Dream, you just killed all your subjects up for testing. The subjects I got for you. How about you go out yourself for once and get them? Maybe it'll be more worthy to you that way."

"I told you a hundred times I have to stay here and keep track of everything. Alright, I'm sorry for that, but it wasn't my fault they decided to start a battle.
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But I promise you;

 

  
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
   
    
  
   

The results will be worth it."