Isolation-#Wattys2015

Excerpt 21-Loss

I woke up in a lump in the corner of a prison cell. My entire body was wracked with a stiff, sharp pain that seemed to reside in every cell in my possession. My vision was blurry and my head was pounding like someone was hitting me with a sledgehammer. I had been stripped of my equipment and had been put in a white suit that from my guess was what Synthetics wore while they were being developed, but wasn't entirely sure. My sleeves were rolled up and there were fresh needle pricks on my wrists and arms. There was also a rubber band that had been tied uncomfortably tight just above my elbow, Martin must have left it there, maybe hoping my arm would fall off or something.With a little bit of effort, I managed to regain control of my right arm and untie the rubber band, tossing it aside. I pulled myself up off the floor and leaned back against the wall.

 The cell was about 12 feet long and 12 feet wide. It was completely bare, cobalt steel and there was zero light in the cell, what little their was came in through a thick, bullet proof window . There was a heavy steel door near where I was laying. It was held shut by two enormous piston locks and the light on top was flashing red, telling me that there no way I was getting it open unless Martin unlocked it from the outside. I was trapped.I sighed and with a little more effort, I managed to get feeling back into my feet and stand up. I tried to walk forward, but my legs numbed out and I fell flat on my face, feeling my visor split all the way up to the top of my head.I groaned as I began to hear clapping.

"Baby steps little boy", Martian laughed, "walking is hard for everyone at first."

"Fuck you", I growled as I managed to pull myself back up.

"Little boy has a mouth on him", Martin laughed, "your Mommy didn't raise you right. I'd be willing to bet that your Daddy ran off on ya too."

I balled my hands in to fists as I turned to face the glass. Martin was standing just on the other side of the glass with a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. He was still dressed in a combat load like he was earlier, but something was slightly off. Something was different about him, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what.

"Don't you dare speak about my parents you god forsaken sociopath", I snarled, "they were better than you, your an evil, worthless shell of a man, they were royalty."

"Awww", Martin sneered, "boohoo little baby boy lost his mommy, daddy and throne."

I walked up to the glass and looked him right in his cold, soulless eyes. He glared back.

"Go get a 50 cal and maybe you have a chance", Martin sneered again, "this glass is four feet diamond temper composite compressed into two inches."

I just stared at him.

"Oh and before I forget", Martin said, "I'd bet you'd like to know what that band was doing on your arm no?"

"What did you do to me you crazy fucker?", I growled.

"Oh nothing much", Martin said, "just modified your gene code. I would have destabilized your DNA so your body would eat itself and I'd have a movie to watch with my last bag of popcorn, but that stupid security program CHDISK denied me the systems I needed, so you got lucky."

I felt like I had been violated, and in a way, I guess that I had been.

"What did you do to my DNA?", I asked.

"You sound rather scared", Martin laughed, "don't worry, it won't hurt, help or hinder you in any way, I was just curious about something and it turned out I was right."

"If you don't tell me what you did to me in two seconds Im gonna come through that glass and rip you to pieces", I snarled.

"Okay you win", Martin said mockingly, "I wanted to know of human based Gene Mods could be installed into pure blooded Xenomorphs, so I rewrote your DNA code and installed a very basic human based Gene Mod to change eye color to silver, and voila, it worked."