We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Four, Mutation

Sky was forced into the small healing area the prison owned. The room was empty and held the same build as the rest of the prison. The walls and ground were made of stone bricks although one full side of the wall was made of glass. The room was dark, though there was a single bright bulb illuminating a small area at the center of the room above a surgery table. Reluctantly, he allowed himself to be strapped to the surgical table after Mitchell threatened him by pressing his sword against his neck. He was left flat back down against the table, his wrists, ankles and neck were restricted, preventing much movement. Mitchell left immediately after that, muttering something aggressively under his breath.

He remained still for a while, awaiting whatever that was to come next. He was impatient, filled with anxiety and a little bit of worry. Why was he being strapped down ? Before he could think of an answer, the door to the room opened and a man entered, whistling a happy tune as he closed the door shut. "Oh...Sky" the man started as he turned around to face him. "I didn't think i'd ever see you in prison. What a pleasure..." he breathed as he walked over to the side of the room and pulled on the doctors jacket. It was pure white, or at least was supposed to be. Blood splattered across the uniform, a dirty brown tint occasionally mixed with a darkened red.

'A pleasure ?' Sky wondered what that meant. By the way the man was holding a scalpel, he did not want to find out. The man, he assumoed who was the prison doctor, moved over to the side of the room where a mobile tray sat in the corner. He couldn't see what was on top of it from where he was since it was so dark. He heard the squeaking of wheels as the man pushed the tray over to the side of the surgery table he was strapped to. He stood beside Sky, a smile on his face as his hands waved over the wide selection of sharp tools displayed to him. The scalpel, he had placed on the tray, which looked like a toy compared to the other instruments present. He gulped, was he going to die to the sadistic doctor. Before the man could make his choice, he suddenly made a 'tsk' sound, staring at Skys chest. "A mute...?" the doctor sighed, shaking his head. "I hoped that you could have at least been able to talk, but you can't even scream if your life depended on it" he said as if in disappointment. "No matter" he pulled out a syringe filled with some sort of murky white liquid before pressing it into the side of his neck, causing him to flinch as he injected the liquid into him.

The drug took effect within seconds, causing him to suddenly become dizzy. His vision blurred and his body became numb. His mind was fuzzy and he couldn't think straight. He couldn't even keep his eyes open. "Don't worry.....You won't feel a thing" was the last thing he heard before he succumbed into the darkness.

Sky awoke to the sound of someone walking around the room, the occasional sound of metal against metal echoed around him. He opened his eyes, blinded by the light shining directly above him. He blinked, adjusting to the brightness before he realized he was no longer tied down. He tried moving, only for pain to suddenly shoot through his body, causing him to groan in pain. "You shouldn't have moved, Skybrine" He heard the doctor said as he approached. 'Skybrine ?'. A gloved hand coated in crimson red grabbed his jaw and forced it open, causing more pain before he forced some sort of pill into his mouth. After a minute or so, the pain suddenly began fading away. When it had, he immediately got up, glaring at the doctor. He just smiled, before gesturing towards the mirror. As he walked towards it, the doctor started talking.

"It's fairly interesting. Out of all the people i've operated, you are the most particular of the sorts. The chemicals I had used, instead of rejecting it immediately, they seemed to absorb it and want even more. Every single one I had, I couldn't help but use, the most particular was how your body had reacted to poison. Instead of dying when your body took it in, they converted it into something else. A very curious being, that you are" The doctor droned on, but Sky wasn't paying attention. He was too busy trying to figure out who was standing in the mirror.

The figure in the mirror was nearly unrecognizable to him. His original peach skin had turned a deathly pale, his hazel brown eyes were a strange swirl of golden yellow. Two sharp fangs prod from his mouth, poking against his skin and his fingers curved into claws. His clothes were tattered even worse and stained with blood. His amulet still sat upon his chest, but it seemed to be pulsing a corrupted violet.

"What the hell did you do ?!" a loud voice echoed through the room, bouncing around the walls. He hadn't even spoken, much less opened his mouth. The man took a step back, nervously talking. "Now now, Skybrine. Calm do-" Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly in the air. He moved his mouth to scream but before he could, his body caved in on itself, his bones cracking and skin breaking apart in contact with the sharp fractures. The man suddenly fell onto the ground, blood pooling out of his compacted body. Sky glanced at himself in shock.

He hadn't even realized that his hands had been moving, making strange gestures that seemed to have controlled the doctors body.