Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

District 9 ❤️

- March 25th, 20XX -

Dear Diary,

Today marks another "anniversary" of the best day of my life, one that I'll remember when I'm on my deathbed. Why, again? Hehe, all because of a bunch of boys who decided to STEP OUT. 

Hear my story...

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Just on the outskirts of one of the biggest cities in the world, a suspicious organization that no one knew anything about did something that would make an ordinary person sick to their stomach. A vast field with nothing but tall unkempt grass and several trees here and there was a place where the only building resided. It was kept out of the public eye, "invisible" to satellites, and without a road that would connect the civilization to it. No one knew it existed except the people working there and those "living" there. Though, it was more of a "surviving" type of life.

The white facility looked more like a prison rather than a medical institution. The only "medial" aspect of it were people wearing white cloaks, calling themselves "doctors" who "did everything in their might" to help the sick "patients".

But no, those people weren't doctors, rarely any of them had any sort of a medical certificate. And the people inside weren't "patients" as they were all perfectly healthy at the moment they were brought in.

What happened in the white building was terrifying human experimentation. 

Healthy boys, girls, teens, adults, and even the elderly would be brought in after they received a letter from the unknown sender, a fake doctor under a fake American name, and would be treated literally like lab rats. 

Nobody except the staff knew how many people, young and old, died because of their experimentation. They were registered on a piece of paper that would always end up somewhere in the last drawer of a dusty old archive room.

Those who didn't die, however, were separated into "good" and "bad", where the ones doctors loved would eventually serve them and those who were disliked would end up mostly in the basement.

The "good ones" lived in separate rooms, slept on comfortable beds, ate tasty food, and would often help the staff with their duties around the other patients.

One of the "good ones" was Bang Chan, the always obedient brown-haired boy whom the staff pulled out of the experimentation because they needed his brain and strength to be at their maximum capacity and not ruined by chemicals and drugs.

- March 23rd, 2018 -

The guard at the end of the hallway watched as Bang Chan pushed a cart with a machine on it. He would stop by each patient who stood by the door of their room, scanning their codes.

We all had a code imprinted on our wrists, and Bang Chan would scan them every morning after the loud alarm woke us up. Those codes were used as some kind of a check to see that everyone was present. He approached me and took my wrist, scanned it, and moved to the next patient. We weren't allowed to speak or look away, only straight in front of us.

Then breakfast time came and we were all sitting in a big cafeteria room, the staff watching us from the gallery railings high up above us. They carried weapons, big riffles with neutralizer bullets loaded, to shoot at anyone who decided to misbehave. I've witnessed the shooting of a young girl, around 5 years of age, who cried and called for her mother who was sitting still next to her. The girl was shot and taken away, her mother sitting still in her seat. A sole tear rolled down her cheek when they took her daughter away, but there was nothing she could do. That scene will forever be imprinted in my memory.