"August eleventh, 2013.Project M.V2, subject two log. Test subject, twenty two years of age as of today, suffered migraines, nausea, and extreme anger from two ounces of tampered Xerozide drug. We believe the anger was caused by us. Subject two's I.Q. surpasses any other I.Q. ever recorded except for the I.Q. of subject one. We worry for our safety around subject two. We are unsafe around such a subject and it's many capabilities."
I could hear the lead scientist record a log through the glass wall between us. They've been drugging me up with some fucked up stuff. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't passed out and never regained consiousness. Yet again, they've spiking most things I eat too, I can taste it. Surely my immune system has figured out how to kill it.
But that log, it's total bullshit. I'm not twenty two, I'm twenty four. Those symptoms are not from those damn drugs, it's me getting way past a safe point of being pissed off. Also, I'm a dumbass, and there's no way they can know my I.Q., i've never even done a test for it.
"We wish to breed subject one and two together, to analyse the results. Surely, it would be risking many things. The two together would be overly dangerous. We have asked permission to use the facilities of labratory eighty two. It woul be much safer. We also requested for transportation safe enough to go over, under or through populated areas." The lead smirked through the whole paragraph. He stood up from his desk, grabbing a clipboard with notes clipped onto it. Grabbing a pencil he walked up to the glass, eyeing me through the glass. I rolled my eyes.
"I can fucking see you." I growled at him, standing up from my cross-legged seat on the bed. He did a little startled jump and took a step back. A confused look took over my face.
"What? I'm not contagious, if I'm sick. Is that why you're spiking everything?" My voice was softer this time, since for some reason I wasn't aware of, I was intimidating. I scared everyone I saw. The lead pushed his glasses back up with his middle finger, and pretended to write something on the clipboard.
"These things are confidential." The lead tried to sound stern, but he did not come off as it. I sighed and combed my fingers through my overly long brown hair.
"Well, i've heard most of it anyways. And by the way, I don't neccesarily interest in having sex with people I don't know. Just a preference, you know."
The lead looked up at me, wishing to say something, but quickly looked back down and pretended to write more notes.I walked up and tapped the glass, startling him once again.
"You aren't writing anything." I said in an almost mono-tone voice. Without looking up, he spoke.
"Of coarse I am." He came back with. I found a stool kept in the cramped room, pulled it over to me and took a seat, analysing-- almost mocking the scientist.
"No. Your hand movements are too erratic and twitchy to actually be writing words. All that's on your page is scribbles, or maybe even nothing." I was obviously the victor, since the lead just ignored me and actually began to write.
"We need to breed you with subject one, it is required for further development in our research." He mumbled.
"Well, is he a nice guy? I don't get in bed with strangers, let alone ones that are complete dicks, metaphorically and litterally. Just a giant thing would be-"
"Okay, I get it. He's just as snarky as you." The scientist let loose a bit. I flicked the glass near his face, and I know now that he's pissed off.
"Why am I in here? I'm not an animal. Yeah, I'm a bit aggressive but c'mon, I'm all human." I teased. He grumbled words under his voice, though I couldn't make out what they were.
"Are you done talking?" He complained. I shook my head, eyes closed.
"I need a haircut. My hair is gross. I don't enjoy sitting on my hair, you know. Plus, it's greasy. You could use the grease to deep fry fucking anything."
"I'll get Ophelia to do that later." He continued to write down the things I said.
"Where's Ophelia? She's pretty cool, and my bestfriend, since I don't know anyone else."
"You know me."
"You're an asshole."
The lead finally went over and sighed agrily. He stomped over to his desk and slammed his clipboard on the oak desk. He shut down his many computers and decided to check out for the day.
"Where're you goin', doc?" I asked him as he took off his lab coat near the door. He looked at me for a moment, sweat dripping down from his curly black hair. He turned away and opened the giant metal door, locked it up and left me. I made my way to my hard bed, sitting cross-legged as I did before. My 'room's' walls were white, it's floor was white, my funiture is white, and my skin is white because I haven't seen the sun since I was six. My bed was almost up against the glass, and same with my dinner table. Well, it's a fold up table, but it still works, so no use complaining. They don't allow me to have a closet (they fear I'll take the rod or the hanger to stab them, which honestly, sounds pretty good), so I have a bin full of the same white short sleeve dress I always have to wear. Sometimes, they let me wear a tank top and a pair of jeans when they aren't doing testing (oh, goody).
Falling onto my back, I stretched my arms above my head and cursed to myself.
"The lead should be the one locked up, he's the weird one, not me.
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A/N I don't enjoy doing author's notes, but for this, I sorta have to. I realize there are a few errors with my writing, and I have my excuse. I'm busy with school, my job, studying, organizing things like live-streams, my actual novels and such. I do these ones for fun (especially the speed writes, they are the shit). This story was an idea I scraped, but I still liked it, so I used it here. Cover art was quickly drawn by me. If you would like a cover, don't be scared to ask, I don't bite, honest. Thanks for reading, if you did, and maybe another chapter soon, eh? I've got a few weeks off school, so it'll be good.
