Foundation Of A Monster (Hunger Games Male OC Prequel)

S.U.R (Shut. Up. Rat.)

S.U.R was something the men had made up. They never participated in the childish ways to be rebellious like the rest of the teenage boys did but the one time they did it made history. S.U.R stood for "shut up rat" and also happened to be pronounced the same way "Sir" was. The guards demanded respect and so did the doctors. They required us to say "sir" so they could feel better about their low self esteem. It felt like a victory to say "Yes, sur." when we knew what it actually meant for us. I've always done it and felt cool even though it was stupid. The men probably only told us that so we wouldn't break any rules and get ourselves killed. Either way, it worked and we all liked it and always said "sur" at the end of our answers. 

I don't know why this came to my mind as I woke up in the brightest room I had ever been in. I was blinded and my head pounded. I was lying down, my arms pinned and my legs heavy. 

I think I thought of it because someone had asked me "Are you awake?" And I had replied with "Yes sur." 

I squinted, wincing away from the bright lights that bounced off of the white walls. 

"Sir?" The voice asked. The voice was weird though. It was higher and softer. My world was spinning, my legs felt useless I couldn't feel them at all. I turn my head away from the light above me and see the source of the voice beside the table I was on. It wasn't a man. It was like a small man. A very squishy, wavy, long haired man that didn't look like a man. Then I realized what it was. It was a female. 

My face must have been awe stricken because the women laughed, a sound that wasn't sharp or loud like normal. She turned to say over her shoulder. "I got to say, these boys make me feel so confident!" She sighed and flicked a long needle in her hand. "Though, even the five year olds are ripped as heck. It makes me want to hit the gym or something." 

"Right?" A male voice said from behind me. Their tones were so relaxed. Not threatening or harsh. 

The two laughed and I finally managed to close my jaw. 

"Where am I?" I asked. 

The female doctor frowned. "You can see?" She asked stepping towards me as I looked around. She frowned. "The anesthesia wasn't supposed to wear off so soon." She sighed and the other man spoke. 

"Just hit him with another." 

The woman smiled at me and lifted what looked like a mask. "Just think of something nice and it'll all be okay." 

I pulled away from her and tried to sit up but my arms were firmly tied down. I look at what's tying my legs down but stop moving, my mind trying to wrap around what i was looking at. My legs weren't there. They were but they weren't. Part of them were but it looked like they were cut in half like a piece of meat. I had been cut in half. There were tubes and strange things protruding out of them that weren't flesh and bone. 

"Don't look!" The woman exclaimed as she  grabbed my head and pushed it down against the table again. The man ran over and put the mask over my head. I didn't fight it because I was trying to wrap my head around what was happening to me. 

My eyes closed and it became a dream. It felt like only a minute later when I woke up again, my head heavy and spinning in circles. My eyes couldn't focus on anything but when I lifted my head I could only see in color. It was red against all of this white. It only sometimes focused but what i saw was my bones and muscles displayed out like art. 

The woman and man were hunched over my stomach, talking to each other with tools in their hands. "It's a waste to give him the senses just to kill him with the serum." The women grumbled. 

"That's what Volex wanted." The man replied. Because if we give him the serum than surgery afterwards is basically going to be impossible for a few years." 

The women grumbled. "He wanted everything done to this kid. Why? We've never done that? It'll be a miracle if this kid even lives through this surgery." 

"Because-" The man said as he looked over at me. He saw my head up and his eyes furrowed behind his mask. "He's awake again!" 

The woman looked over at me in surprise. "This is the third time he's woken up! We double dosed him last time too!" 

The man frowned. "Do you think his body has already become immune to the gas?" 

"That's not possible! He's only ever just been exposed to it!" The woman said before placing the mask on my face again, this time not taking it off again. 

I didn't fall asleep again but I was too weak to keep my head up. I listened drearily to their conversation. Some of it I remembered, a lot of it I didn't. It felt like only a few minutes but then I saw them  by my arms. I watched them cut into my arms like it was a dream or some twisted nightmare. The women glanced over at me and frowned. "He's still awake." She said. 

The man glanced at me and shook his head. "Whatever, he's paralyzed right now so it doesn't matter anymore. That's why we always start with their legs Grace." 

She grimaced at me and looked away. "Ew, I don't like that he's watching us." 

"What does it matter?" The man asked. 

She picked up a napkin stained with blood and threw it over my face. 

"It matters." She says. 

I stayed like that, feeling tingly sensations in my limbs as they cut and moved my muscles while blood intoxicated my nerves. 

A while later I fell asleep to the stench of my own blood. When I woke up again it was to a horrible pain in my face. I open my eyes and the man and woman were hunched over my face now. The women screamed and jumped back, pointing a bloody blade at me. 

The man cursed under his breath. "Grace, you can't just do that! The face is the most important part!" 

I felt my face like it was freezing and burning at the same time. It felt sensitive and open.  I groan as the woman shakes her head. 

"I'm not doing this while he's awake. The gas obviously didn't work but that doesn't mean I can't inject his nerves directly." 

"That's against the rules!" The man yelled. "He could lose feeling in his arms or worse!" 

"I don't care." Grace said as she picked up a  syringe and stabbed it into my arm. I could feel it but not really. "Why would he want to feel anyway?" She asked. 

It hit me hard and my eyes closed again as I passed out for the final time. 

~~~~

I sat in my dream with my dad. He smiled at me, the creases around his mouth making line sin his smile. 

"What are you doing here Cedric?" He asked. I sat next to him and hugged my knees. 

"I like it here." I say. "I don't like it there." 

Dad shook his head. "I didn't teach you to quit did I?"

"No. But I want to." I say. 

He nodded. "Quitting is easy but working is harder huh?" 

"Yes." 

Dad shook his head. "You don't get to join me yet. "

"Why not?" I ask as he stands up. 

"Because it's getting cramped here with the other boys coming up." 

"Oh." I say as dad starts to walk away. 

"You'll be fine. Just do it your way." He says. He smiled at me. "Don't be scared of these new abilities. Use them."