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Chapter 10: The Final W.A.R.L.O.C.K. Test

It had been almost three weeks since my brother, Tommy, passed away from cruel human experimentation. I was alone in the cell, but it felt much worse than before. With tear stains on my cheeks and dark bags under my eyes, I sat silently in the pitch black room.

One of the armed guards came to my door, smiling. I looked up from where I sat, slowly recognizing who it was. "You bastard," I glared at him, gripping the stuffed wolf doll I inherited weeks ago. "Aw, is someone missing their sweet brother," he asked me in a mocking tone, grinning evilly as he did so. I jumped at him, my nails aiming for his throat as I roared in utter rage. I only heard him laugh as he dodged the attack, causing me to black out as I felt something hit me hard on the neck.

I awoke in a large white room, filled with scientists, machines, wires, and the sickening smell of chemicals. My eyes got wide in fear, seeing all their smiles and hearing the low hum of both machines and their voices scared me. I knew what they were talking about; me and the W.A.R.L.O.C.K. Tests. I knew what they were.

The W.A.R.L.O.C.K. Tests were a series of shots of excruciating formula that was fusing and becoming part of your blood, skin, and organs; making the subject be able absorb and use fire and lightning at their own will. But there was just one problem... No one ever survived these tests. The bodies of the victims would be burnt until they couldn't even be recognized. This was a death trap, for me mostly.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the same elderly voice called out to the large group of scientists, "I present to you, the next subject for the W.A.R.L.O.C.K. Tests, #327: Primerose Hawthorn." They all looked at me as I stood in the machine, my ankles and wrists cuffed into the machine. I glared at them, but had the look of fear in my eyes. I heard some of them say, "It'll be just another failure." "Another subject's going to die." "It's a shame, she is a pretty subject." "Another body they're going to have to dispose of."

I was trembling in the machine I was stuck in. My eyes wide and my skin went to a ghostly white. "As you all know, these tests will transform the subjects' body into a living weapon. They will be injected with fire and lightning formulas that we have created in our labs, giving them the power to decimate cities and destroy countries. However, as we have seen from previous trials, they have all been exterminated. The problem was the blood and body type. Now, with careful examination of what blood types and skin cells are the least reactant to both the formulas, we picked out the perfect specimen to have as our military's greatest weapon."

So that was it; my death sentence was ensured. I watched him nod to one of the younger scientists, giving him the okay to start the procedure. It was slow, which made it so much worse. I felt the needles going into my arms, piercing my skin and muscle ever so slowly, giving me a lot of pain. I could hold in my scream for about two minutes before I couldn't bear the pain. I slowly felt them inject the formulas in my body at the same time. It felt like hell was residing under my skin; ripping, shredding, and ravaging the blood in my body.

I screamed even louder and started to cry, wanting this torture to stop. I broke the glass that covered me from the intensity of my screams. Everyone around me was looking in surprise and amazement; I was glowing. But I didn't know until after I had enough strength to open my eyes. There was so much formula that they poured into my body, that it was starting to slightly overflow the holes from the needles. This made me scream even louder from the pain, crying even harder than ever before.

"SHUT HER UP!" I heard someone order before I felt their hands on me, still feeling the injection pour into my body. All of a sudden, a hand went into my mouth, grabbing and holding my tongue to try and silence my screams. I kept screaming because of the pain, and I felt the sharp, jagged pain of something slicing my tongue and cutting away at it. I could taste the hot blood in my mouth, causing my eyes to stay closed and squeeze them shut. Instinctively, I started to pull away from the hand, wanting what was little of me to stay. But it was no use. I felt the emptiness in my mouth that was substituted with my blood, causing it to pour out of my mouth.

I was taken off the machine, my head low and my body still. Realizing that all of the formula was in my body, they thought I was deader than a doornail. But I was still breathing, trying to overcome the insane amount of pain that was raging inside my body. I layed on the operating table, my body wasn't burned, and the irises in my eyes changed from my sapphire blue to amethyst violet eyes. The ends of my hair turned pure white, and the rest of it turned to a fiery orange . They took note of this, excited to see that one subject actually lived to tell the tale of their work. I felt their hands on me, and my eyes snapped open. I jerked their hand off my arm and felt something hot on my hand. I looked down and saw a ball of flames, dancing in my calloused hands. I looked at my other hand, seeing sparks of lightning come and go as they twisted around my arm. I then slowly sat up, making everyone more shocked and excited about thinking about the next experiment.

I was beyond pissed at this point; I wanted to get my revenge for Tommy's death, and now was my perfect opportunity. I raised up one of my hands to the group of scientists standing closest to me, and activated the fire formula with just thinking about it. Almost like an incinerator, they all screamed and turned to dust. Well, the least ones that couldn't run that is.

No expression was on my face as I murdered the men and women who were running away from me in fear. I made sure to weld the doors together, leaving the rodents in the room for me to... exterminate. I saw the look of fear on their eyes, instantly regretting their decision with the creation of these tests. I watched them one by one, hearing them plead before they screamed and died. There was a mixture of all their bloods were splattered all over my body and the areas around me. One by one, I watched them all fall beneath the terror of the monster they had created.

I killed everyone, leaving the ones I knew for last. I looked over at Johnson and the elderly doctor, both of them huddled up in a corner with Johnson protecting his boss. "S-Stay back, monster" he glared and threatened me weakly, watching as I walked towards them slowly. Johnson was the one who stood strong, glaring at me as I stood right in front of him. I gave him the same look before I stabbed my hand and arm through his heart and activated both of the formulas into his body. He cried out in agony before he fell into tiny pieces, his blood joining the rest that had been spilt on me. I looked down, my eyes a pure white with red pupils as I glared at the one most responsible for my brother's death.

The elderly doctor tried to move away from me, but he was stuck in the corner, sweating, trembling, and pleading for me to spare his life. "I-I-I'll g-give you whatever y-you want! Just d-don't kill me!" I walked and stood right in front of him, placing my hands on his balding head. 'Got to hell, where you and the others fucking belong,' I glared at him, starting to activate my powers and slowly killing him. He cried out in utter pain, trying to get my hands off his head as he slowly became burned. I let his blood ooze over my fingers, not showing any emotion other than revenge and hatred. I watched his arms go limp, his voice slowly dying out as I finished him off.

The other guards opened the door, having to break down the doors with a battering ram. The room pitch black except from the light from the outside halls. They looked in horror as they saw me, crying as I looked at them. They saw that I was covered in the blood of their employers and fellow coworkers, and proceeded to capture me. I let them, my revenge being complete, but also because my body was in ten times the pain as it was during the tests. I cried to myself, letting the pain take its course once more, thinking that there will be no end to this living hell.

And with that I was dragged off, going to a different cell and watching the trail of blood from my body become dragged across the floor. I was chained up with someone I knew. Someone who looked utterly horrified when she saw me. Someone I still call friend; Stormy.