Human Vaccine/Woosan (Ateez FanFic)

Chapter Two

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I lay strapped to a metal table that should have been used for cadavers and the recently deceased. I was blindfolded, nothing but the buzzing sound of the overused hospital like lights above me. Each breath I took came out in hot short rasps and I contemplated the unknown. I wanted nothing more than to reach up and chinch at my chest, to let the doctors know that I couldn't breath or that I felt like I was having a heart attack at my young age. But as much as I wanted to speak and voice my fears, nothing came out even as I opened and closed my mouth to speak.

What were they about to do? And why were they going to do what they were about to do? Surely if I was blindfolded it wasn't anything too pleasant on my half. Was I blindfolded so I couldn't see their faces as they performed some kinda procedure? Or was I blindfolded so they didn't see the look in my eyes as they did whatever they planned? Whatever the case was, it wasn't helping my nerves any.

"Now, 238473," I grit my teeth at the misuse in name. Since when did they start to refer to me as a number, I had always been referred to as Wooyoung. What changed? "We need you to remain as calm as possible and remember that the pain you are about to feel is only temporary." Pain? My heart skipped a beat. "Your body will heal and it will not die no matter how much you may think you're going to."

I was going to feel the pain of dying? And I wasn't going to die? They had to be fucking with me, surly someone would jump out and yell something like "April fools!". None of that happened, even as wished for it. Seconds later, I heard the click of a lock before hearing an unknown clicking and croaking. It sounded like something out of a horror film and I was petrified to the bone as the snarls tore through the air. I suddenly felt like I was suffocating, though that was nothing in comparison to the searing pressure to my skin.

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Lightning cracked overhead, my body jolting awake with a piercing scream as my eyes darted frantically around the room, scanning my surroundings. The room was dark aside from what little light came from the bathroom night light. The lightning spiderwebbed across the sky casting unwanted eerie shadows across my bedroom. I swear I could see the crimson eyes and those sharp darkening teeth, and then as fast as they appeared they were gone. My mind was playing horrible tricks on me and I was falling victim to a trauma that had barely been given time to heal. With each crack of lightning, I felt the memory of those gnawing teeth tearing into inches of my flesh, ripping chunks and letting the liquid pull against the metal. At one point the blindfold had fallen and I looked into the blood stricken eyes, and had met the deadness behind them. I had watched as they transitioned and someone took pity on me, covering my eyes again.

My fingers slipped over the aching scars, half expecting to feel the fresh blood begin to trickle and spill from the reopening wounds. My fingers came back clean and my body twisted with the phantom pain that ripped through my body. It was like I was being eaten alive all over again. It was terrifying to relive the worst of my nightmare induced trauma. That hadn't been the last time they had pulled something like that on me, and I had prayed so many times after that for a quick death. I prayed to let my life end, and I prayed daily at each attempt I had taken to end it myself. I shouldn't have been put through this. Hell, no one should have been put through this!

My bedroom door flew open and there standing with his back to the hallway light was my older brother. His eyes searched the room, a bat in hand like he was planning for an intruder, but when he found nothing but my panicked form, he dropped the bat to lay against the entry. I watched as his shoulders dropped, though the tension was still there as he walked into the room, coming to sit down on the bed beside me.