Supernatural Test Subjects

7 - Acid

(??? POV)

All is going as planned. The four subjects are responding very well to the treatment, meaning that the serum was a success!

I grin widely, gazing at the surveillance footage of each therapy cell; Felix Kjellberg, Signe Hansen, Amy Nelson and Sean McLoughlin. Only two left to go, and our goal is complete.

Nothing will stand in our way, not with these six by our side.

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(Marzia's POV)

I cast my tear filled gaze over at Mark, my breathing heavy and sob-filled. He was the same, a distraught and broken man. I hated to see him like this, he was usually strong and always smiling.

Now...?

He's just a hollow shell.

Without any voice over the intercom, as if they were in a hurry, guards rush in and wheel me out of the room. Mark lets out a single cry, soon returning to his broken state as I leave his sight.

I'm wheeled into this small white room with a single glass wall on one side, giving me a clear view of the guards behind it. There are a few tap-looking devises hanging from the ceiling above me, the open ends all pointed towards the centre of the room; where I am.

The guards leave, a man in a lab coat soon stepping in with a clip board. "Name, Marzia Bisognin. Age, Tventy Four. Ethnicity, Italian."

The man looks at me and grins. "You, my dear...are very beautiful..." He slowly walks over, leaning close to my trembling face. I gasp in horror as I feel his tongue press up against my neck, slowly licking up to my jawline. I wince as he pulls away, glaring into his soulless eyes. "I vant you all to myself..."

"G-Get away from me...!" I scream through a whimper. 

The man smirks with a twisted grin, stroking my cheek slowly with the back of his finger. "Oh, my dear...I vill leave you, but only for a second. And when I return..." He leans in close, biting on my earlobe, a tear trickling down my cheek. "...you'll have been reborn..."

With that he walks out, leaving me alone. The air is gone, the atmosphere heavy. I whimper in absolute terror, petrified as to what was going to happen to me.

"F-Felix..." I whisper through the tears. His face appears in my mind; his beautiful blue eyes and soft blonde hair. I needed his touch right now, his soft lips and laugh beckoning me closer to the urge of a breakdown.

A high pitched hiss fills the room, and I feel the air sucked out of my body. I try to call out for help, but no air fills my lungs. In it's place, a stinging sensation, like acid. My whole body aches, I can hear my heart beating rapidly in my head, my vision fading with each beat. Soon, my vision fades entirely as I take in a long, deep breath.