Was 001 truly the first subject? No, he wasn't. There was one before him. 000. She exhibited great power, stronger than other people in the lab. She can get into your mind, make you hear things, see things, drive you insane, and of course had teleki...
My mind is like a tunnel, the further you go into it the darker it gets.
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Warnings: Mention of Murder and SA/Rape *Trigger warnings will be posted
*All actions in this story are fictional and not recommended if you want to stay out of jail.
Peter lost the damn keycard. I don't know how that happens. But now since he doesn't trust himself with it, I have to get one. Which is a little harder for me since my room isn't anywhere near the Orderlies' sleeping area, and the best time to get one is at night.
My only good idea is to hook up with one of them and steal it when they aren't looking. Peter's not very happy with the idea but it's the only one I have.
So later in the afternoon, I was able to corner one of the male orderlies, Zack. I made sure no one else is around and that there were no cameras in sight. Once I'm positive I walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder. "Hi, Zack." I say.
He smiles down at me. "Hey, 019." The smile on his face creeps me out and makes me feel like this wasn't a good idea. I brush it off and continue. "I have to ask you a favor." He hums and steps closer to me. "What is this favor?" He questions. "I was wondering if you wanted to have a little fun, hm?" I poke him in the chest, flirting with him. "What about your little boyfriend?" I shake my head at him. "We broke up, and I need a little something."
TW: SA/Rape (Skip past if this makes you uncomfortable) He smiles at me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into a training room with no cameras. He pushes me harshly against the wall, pinning me there. "Wait- I don't know-" I start, realizing this wasn't a good idea. "You started this, we're gonna finish it." He says smirking down at me. He then roughly kisses me, forcing his leg in between mine.
His hands then move to rip off my shirt, revealing my boobs. He hums at the sight. I try to punch him in the face but he catches it, pinning my hands above my head with one of his hands, the other pushing down my pants and panties.
I squirm beneath him. He quickly pushes his pants down, his dick springing free. He aggressively shoves himself into me, then everything goes blank. I'm too overwhelmed to think. He's being so harsh it hurts, I want him to stop. His hands roam my body, squeezing my tits. Once I'm able to focus properly I get into his head, messing with his emotions and thoughts. He finally backs off and I fall to the ground.
TW over (continue reading here) "What is wrong with you?" He questions me, his expression full of fear. I quickly pull my clothes back on as he lies on the ground. When I'm done I grab him by the collar, shoving him into the wall. "A lot of things. But what I know right now, is that I'm gonna kill you."
I grab his knife from his belt, chopping off his dick. He screams in agony before I launch the knife directly into his throat. I black out while stabbing him. At one point I hear the door open and Peter's voice, but I ignore it, I'm too angry to care. I suddenly feel arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me away from the corpse.
"Y/n, baby!" I hear a muffled voice in my ear. I squirm around in their arms. "Baby it's me, Peter." The voice continues. When I try punching them they grab my wrists, holding them down. "Please don't!" I yell, scared of what they're gonna do to me. I get spun around to face the person, their hands cupping my face. "Breathe."
My breathing slows down, calming me down so I can focus properly. My eyes shift up to look into Peter's eyes. "Peter?" I question. He smiles and cups my cheek. "Are you okay?" He asks. I immediately burst into tears and he pulls me into his lap, his fingers running up and down my spine. "Did he hurt you?" He asks. I nod into his shoulder. He sighs as he rubs my back, calming me down.
I sob quietly into his shoulder, his fingers trailing down my spine. Zack's blood paints the walls around us, covering my body too.
Eventually, Peter was able to calm me down. He was able to clean down the room, with no blood stains left behind. He took the keycard off of the corpse, pocketing it. He hides the corpse in the closet behind a bunch of towels and rags.
He then was able to take me to a bathroom, without being seen. He helps to wash my body off, cleaning the blood off my skin. He disposed of my old clothes and grabs me new ones. He helps me into my clothes and brings me back to my room. I lay motionless on the bed, ready for Peter to scold me about my actions. However, he just simply crawls under the covers with me and snuggles into my shoulder.
"You're not gonna scold me?" I question him. His head pops up, turning my body to face him. "Why would I do something like that?" He asks. "Well, because you told me from the beginning that it wasn't a good idea and I went with it anyways and it turned out horribly."
He smiles softly and cups my face in his hands. "Baby, it's okay. We never knew what was truly going to happen. I mean, I didn't think that was going to happen. I just thought that they would snitch you out." I let out a sigh, smiling up at him. "Thank you." I mutter. "Why are you thanking me?" He asks. "I thought you were gonna be mad." I whisper, shifting my gaze off of his face. "Baby, I could never be mad at you. Let alone something like that. It wasn't your fault, don't apologize." He rubs my cheek with his thumb.
I lean into his touch. "I love you." I say, smiling up at him. "I love you too." He whispers, pulling my body into his chest.
