FOX

monday

monday, march 6th 20XX 3:42 PM

100 years after the discovery of the hallway, they finally manage to open a small, door like entrance. at the foot of that hallway is a man, lying unconscious.

he looks like a scientist, which greatly confuses the scientists. sending in a squad of officers in hazmat suits, they recover the person. surprisingly, he still has a pulse. a female scientist from the squad inspects his eyes, body, and heart. but.. he doesn't have a heart beat. but hes breathing? its seems impossible, but they don't have time to question. sending him off to the lab, hes treated for and tested. he eventually wakes up, and is met with thousands of questions.

"rickash thorn, medical degree, blah blah blah-" he answers all of them but one. what are you? not even thorn knows. they comment on his heart not beating, which makes no sense. thorn insists he feels fine though.

after a few more tests, they induct that thorn is normal (despite some minor issues, and his heart..) and can under go a surgery to forget he and the hallway ever existed, or be sent back into it. they can't have him compromising the mission now, if he blabbers we lose the funding.

"gentlemen, please. i have a better offer. it seems you all have a small crew, and i can offer great assistance. i know much about the very thing you research, and will be willing to give away my tales and spoils." the scientists peak at this. knowledge about this newfound land would bring the project up to speed faster then its ever been.

accepting thorns offer, they lay down some rules. 1; you cant leave facilty grounds without a escort AND must be in normal attire.

2; you are to follow our directions and listen to every word we and the staff say.

3; under any circumstances do you let any knowledge out to the public, you will retired and sent to confinement. indefinitely.

thorn took in his demands, thinking. was it worth it to have such a shelled life? not like he had a chance. he didn't want to be in that dodgy hallway any longer.

the scientists handed thorn off to the guards, who in turn handed him off to a special guard, who THEN led him to a elevator. entering it, the guard pulled out a small looking pin. feeling around the elevator buttons, he found a small hole, pushing the pin into it.

the elevator shot down, sending him and thorn to floor -1. the elevator opened to a candle lit bar, with glasses and bottles on the counter, and rack of drinks and glasses behind the bar and a soild gold statue.

but the bar wasn't the impressive part. heading towards a doorway, it led him to a second part of the bar. there, sat a slender man, playing a sweet melody with his piano. he had bright yellow, and a hairstyle that would put elvis to shame. his skin was pale, and he looked too skinny for his clothes. he wore casual wear, unlike the rest of the people here.

approaching the person, the guard left the room, seemingly afraid. he could feel his hand shaking earlier. The man stopped playing, letting the last note ring. "yes? can i help you, hon?" He had a surprisingly hoarse voice, which made him not so appealing to the ears. "good evening sir, i was sent from the hallway project." the man took a minute to think, then stood up.

"rickash thorn, born 1986, 5'9, blonde, shaggy hair with glasses and a stubble, yes, i heard you were coming." thorn looking a little surprised that he memorized all that. "yes, but you can just call me thorn, sir." the man laugued at his response. "i call the names around here hon. im superior voel, but for right now just call me voel."

thorn just agreeded, not wanted to upset him. he sat down on one of the velvet chairs in the room, clasping his hands together. thorn shuffled through some papers on a table, until he pulled out a contract. "blah blah sigh here, read that, you know what it is." he handed the contract to thorn with a pen. as thorn read the contract, he noticed something odd. "by signing this contract, you are property of isee corporations?" voel shyly chuckled, itching his head. "its a.. uhm.. typo. it means anything you use is property of isee corporations, like- research!"

even though thorn was a higher iq then everyone in this silly little facility, he went along with it, deciding to accept the simpletons offer. "done."

voel picked up the paper, inspecting it. "well well, welcome to isee, criztch." thorn froze, looking at voel. "sorry?" how did he know he wasn't human? he didn't even show his true form off at the gate, despite the urge to rip all of those dirty scientists apart.

"i said welcome. you heard me. now that you aren't just a guest your going to treat me like royalty. i've spent years at this fucking facility to get here at the top, and im not going to let some scientist cunt from my home take it." he grabbed thorn by the collar, pushing his against the wall.

"you are fucking nothing. the moment you step out there, your gonna get chewed up." thorn clawed at his arm, letting out ancient tongue.

"ahska, behef fober shick!?"
(what the fuck do you want?!)

"i want you gone, criztch! you shouldn't have left the void."

" uuop heef, shelm goo glup."
(i didn't plan on leaving, they dragged me out.)

thorn dropped him, rubbing his head. "are you fucking kidding me? goddamn it- ok look. survive the week and ill put you back in there, say it was an accident."

"geen thee, whaut huft ling? juuen plog mun."
(why should i go back? that place is riddled with filth.)

"because i know your power, your going to drive this place to the ground. i want you out by friday. if i catch you in your real form or trying to get into someone, i will not hesitate to terminate you."

thorn looked into him, furious. staring deep into voel's dead eyes, he tried to get into his head. voel immediately felt his void essence and hissed. "dont push it, i don't fall that easily." he grabbed thorn and shoved him towards the elevator. "go."

thorn let out a hiss, then called the elevator, taking his defeat.

if thorn wanted to get out of here, he would need to create more spawn, more voidians. his skill alone could probably get voel but he didn't want to test it. he would need to procreate with.. humans. eugh.

(1127 words wow)