Subject 306: L.S.

Chapter 1

2 months later;

Louis:

I sat alone in my room, staring into the darkness that softly yearned for me to come closer, wanting to engulf me into its cold loving arms, but I stayed put.

Horrid memories roamed my thoughts as I looked down at the now purplish bruise on my thigh, lit up by a small light bulb in this blood stained room.

I'm used to the sight by now, but when I was younger I'd do anything to avoid looking at the walls with red splattered over them like paint to a canvas. A beautifully sick masterpiece.

Maybe to them we were their canvas' and our blood was their paint, as horribly gruesome as that sounds. Who knows? Maybe they considered this to be their sick form of a recreational activity...of course it isn't. Stop thinking that way, they just find pleasure from this, nothing more. They think we arent human. They think we're animals.

All I can do now is think to myself trying to avoid whatever bitter pain was forced into me, whether it was clawed, injected, pierced, or even burned into my skin, I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of my pain. But that only seemed to anger them more, maybe that's why their wives left them.

I was involved in an altercation with one of the scientists, or rats, I'd like to call them, and it resulted in me getting hit repeatedly with his brass knuckled fists as punishment . I swear he was going to do more than just bruise me up, but someone stopped him.

Now that I recall, I've seen him before roaming the halls in his black attire, which involved dangerously tight black skinny jeans, a black crew top, and some black combat boots. It was kind of hot, but the things he did made me quickly regret that little sliver of lust that came over me.

Back to his dark attire, I'd assume they just didn't want to be seen when they take us away one by one, to that bloody room. That dark room with treacherous tools, liquids, shots, and oddly enough, a bath tub...

The bathtub is something I don't like to think of, but I have to look at my disgusting legs everyday, so I have to ponder on it, remember the pain, the smell of my own flesh burning.

They liked hurting people, every single one of them got off to hearing our blood curdling screams. I wouldn't be surprised if they got their daily dose from their beloved hands since their significant others wouldn't touch them. Not after hearing about their job, hell I would never touch a man that liked to hurt and ultimately kill people for a living.

It's terrible but that's how things are run around here, sometimes I wish I had someone to talk to on days like this. When I'm just sitting around doing absolutely nothing but talking to myself.

I lay down on the concrete floor and close my eyes, trying to remember what grass felt like under my body and the sun warming up my skin. I can hardly even remember the sensation of it between my fingers anymore, you never truly appreciate something until it's gone. Sighing I imagine it to be softer than this cold slab, and the sun feeling magnificent, engulfing me into what i'd think a home would feel like. But those are only dreams now, pathetic, unrealistic dreams.

As I slowly drifted asleep I thought I heard my door unlatching and footsteps getting closer to me, but I dismissed it as the cell next door, but nothing could prepare me for this.

"Wake up bitch!"

I felt a hard kick to my ribs and yelped in pain. This was the same snot-nosed prick from earlier. My breathing stops for a few seconds.

"Thought I was through with you huh you dirty piece of shit!" Another hard kick to the ribs.

I tried to sit up gasping for air when I felt his foot press down on my chest, gradually putting his weight into this one foot.

"Stop! Please Someone Help Me!" I managed to get out in short gasps of breath although I knew no one would stop him, I was the mouse he was the cat, I just never thought I would die this way.

My vision started fading as I heard cracking and intense pain come from the pop.

To say it hurt would be an understatement, this man was HUGE compared to my frame, I was slim and bony, he was chubby. This was an agonizing pain only going up as the time wore on.

Just as the pain had reached its peak I felt an immense amount of pressure release from my chest, with a little shuffling in the background.

Fat-ass couldn't finish what he started, what a pity.

I didn't dare move my head, but curiosity overpowered the pain and I slightly moved my head with a groan.

There he was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, and that same man from earlier stood over his collapsed body. I was mentally thanking him but he started to walk closer to me revealing a metallic pointed object in his hand, his gaze fixated on me.

I mentally cursed now. He was just like the rest of those rats, damn it.

He knelt beside me and looked straight into my eyes, his green eyes staring into my blue ones. His eyes were beautiful, in his eyes I could see grass, the short little pieces of grass swaying in the wind on a nice summer day. I hadn't even noticed I was smiling up at him, it was just the thought that perhaps I could get out of this place, get back to the green grass that had been only dreamt in my thoughts.

He frowned as he pulled out his walkie talkie.

"Subject 306 has just killed Dr. Henrick, should I take him in for his punishment? Roger."

Fuck no, please.

Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes from his words.

He framed me, but why? Why would he do this?

I thought he was the good guy, but I guessed wrong.

My vision blurred and I went into deep sleep.

"Haha, that little fuck has got it in for himself now, Go ahead Styles, and whatever you do don't go easy on him, Roger."

"I hear you loud and clear, Roger"

And before I knew it, he yanked me up by my wrists and started to drag me to that room, that room I dreaded to go to, everyday living in fear.

I kicked and tried to scream, but that only resulted in the pain in my rib cavity to hurt even more.

Once he roughly placed me on the table strapping me down, it reminded me of something I should've remembered;

He's the Scientist I'm his Lab Rat.

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Sorry about this lame update, school started about 3 weeks ago and my homework is piling up slowly but surely XD

Anyways;

Why did Harry Frame him?

Next Chapter coming up!

-MTL
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I'm gonna keep my old updates because it's a reminder of how I thought of this story and where I began :)

Anyways like last chapter I updated the words and the gender of now Louis, I like how this sounds, it allows me to add more depth to the story. I just hope, like always, you like it :)

-DLL Out! Xx