VII) Locked

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by Vantasian

by Vantasian

A few minutes (hours?), I was awake, and locked up. I felt weight on my wrists, on my legs... Hell, on my whole body. I was in some sort of metallic vest, with dozens of chains trapping each of my limbs. I'm 15, what did they think I would do ? Explose ? The stuff I injected in me must've been some of the most insane serum for them to fear me like that. Was I a super-human yet ? I tried to break free from those metal locks, but not even a single one flinched. I definitely wasn't any stronger. At least for now. Voices could be hear some outside the heavy doors, voices hard to decipher. I took a deep breath and listened carefully;

- When is the Epinephro-Benzate going to kick in ?

- Probably in a few minutes. Hours at most. What he did was suicide. He used the whole solution we had. 300 doses in a single injection. It is likely impossible for him to wake up now. They're on their way to collect his blood before his body rots.

Okay, what the fuck. I'm not dead. I feel just fine. And now they're coming to collect my fucking blood ? Is this some sort of elaborate birthday joke ? Am I stupid ? It can't be. Then, what is it ? Is it the end ? Probably, when I come to think about it. If they are already on their way, the multiple hours wait will just be too long for me. I'm dying today, no matter what.

I started crying. Yeah, like a whole ass baby. I must've looked pitiful, because after a few seconds, I heard a quite 'oh'. My eyes still watering, my glance was greeted by the ones of a group of massive man, and a single woman. She was probably in her 60s, with every years going by leaving a mark on her face. Must be stressful to kill people, bitch. Most of the man probably never saw me before, and I could see a weird, almost embarrassed look on their faces. I could read the 'Are we really going to kill that child ?' kind of look in their eyes. Unsurprisingly, that look didn't exist in the woman's ones.

- 'Golden, you are awake.'

- 'My name is Aoushi', I said, with a pitch black look. As much I wanted to be formal, I had to add a small, delicate 'Bitch' right at the end of my sentence.

- 'Oh yeah, that's your name, Aoushi. But here you are not Aoushi Kimura. You are the Golden Subject. You know what it means, right ?.

Yes, I knew. Bitch.

- 'I do'

- 'Well, if that's so, I guess you wouldn't mind being our subject. We have found incredible amount of a very rare drug in your blood. The drug, once activated, can ma-'

She stopped talking when she heard a metallic squeal. It had kicked it.