The boys club!

friday, october, 6

Days have passed and its been the same routine. Lee comes to watch the boy while Clavio sleeps at around noon. Clavio had been regulating the boys vitals and had decided that the boy could be half dead. If that was the case, they might have to bring him to a hospital so they can see if they need to...end it.

-4:34,the house, clinic
Clavio sat, writing in his journal and sipping some ice water Pole brought him. Suddenly he hears a sound behind him. He turns around to see the boys arm slowly begin moving. He watched in amazement as the boy slowly twitched awake. Eventually the boy opened his eyes. Clavio put a hand over his mouth as he saw what had happened. The boy was dead. His pupils were hollow, only the outer line showing any colour. The colouring was now a pale grey, almost matching the milky white of the rest. Clavio got up and went over. He slowly waved a hand over his eyelashes to close them. They didn't close. Clavio tried again and again until something happened. A hand reached up to Clavio's wrist....and bit him. Clavio pulled his hand back with a shout and and held it as he looked at the boy. The boys eyes wandered around the room and his mouth was covered in blood. A tongue emerged and licked it up, Clavio could see fangs as he sat back in the chair. The boy slowly began to sit up, pulling on the sheets. Once he did, he opened his mouth and coughed up black blood. Clavio put a hand over his mouth to keep from vomiting himself. The boy looked over with an emotionless face. Clavio wondered why his hair was so long, why it was grey and why it was tangled, he wondered why his eyes were dead and why his bottom lip looked bigger than normal, he wondered why he was so thin and most of all he wondered how he was alive. "W-who are you?" Clavio stuttered out. The boy opened his mouth but more black blood poured out, this time terrifying the boy stiff. Clavio quickly got a bucket and put it in the boys lap, mumbling to himself. "What do I do when the half dead boy starts vomiting black goo? They never covered these things in class-!" He walked around the room, holding his head. After a moment the boy stopped and spit out the rest. Clavio half fell into the chair and looked at the boy, blank eyes staring back. After almost ten minutes Clavio spoke up. "Can...can you talk now?" The boy hesitantly nodded and opened his mouth, his "voice" coarse and unused. "Y..yeesss..." He started coughing as Clavio stared. Everything this boy did amazed him. Talking? Amazing. Coughing? Absolutely interesting. Waking up? A miracle! The boy looked around, his eyes half closed as the lights blared into them. He closed them and covered his face. Clavio heard what sounded like whimpering amit from the boy. He quickly dimmed the lights low. The boy looked up from it and sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. He looked like a mess. His hair was long and matted, his black jumper was torn at the chest and shoulders and his much too faded jeans were demolished at the knees. Clavio sighed, he knew the people here were nice, but this boy was a mess. Black dribbled from his greyish lips. He called Lee over the phone as he watched the boy intently. "Lee? I have news, but you must promise me you won't move." Lee agreed and stopped what he was doing, leaning back in his chair. He knew this was serious. Clavio spoke as the boy looked at his surroundings. "The boy woke up" he could hear Lee stand up as he shouted into the phone. "Don't come to the clinic! I want to clean him up...test his vitals again... See if he can be classified as intelligent" Lee begrudgingly agreed and hung up. Clavio looked over to see the boy holding his head. He looked closer and saw the boy pulling on his jumper. He walked over and touched the boys hand, pulling back. His skin was cold. The boy quickly shot his head up and hissed, Clavio backed away. Clavio could see fear in his eyes. Panic. "You...don't like yelling, do you?" Clavio slowly sat on the bed, maybe two feet from the boy. The boy leaned back and hesitantly nodded. Clavio could see the boy scanning him over. "I'm not an enemy. I want to help you. Is...is it okay if I cut off your hair?" The boys hand shot up to his white hair, it had a bit of colour at the roots. Clavio quickly restated it, wording it differently. "Not all of it- I'm sure I could salvage some. But...its so long. Wouldn't you feel better with it cut?" He offered a small smile as the boy slowly nodded. Clavio stood up and looked back. "I'm going to get you some boxers or shorts-something for you to wear. Can you take off your clothes?" the boy held the jumper sleeves and shook his head. Clavio smiled patiently. "We can work on that. Stay here for a moment." Clavio left the room. The boy sat on the bed, not daring to move, or the feeling of his blood pooling on one side of his cold body might make him vomit his blood again. A minute later Clavio returned with scissors and a pile of neatly folded clothes. He walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. "It might be a little uncomfortable, but I was almost a doctor." The boys eyes widen. His chest moves fast and quick, and He is suddenly very aware of the lack of doors in this room. Clavio notices and quickly puts a hand just under the boys chest, making him calm down. "I'm not a doctor. I'm sorry. That was...stupid, of me. I don't know what you've been through and with how you look and act...it makes sense you aren't exactly comfortable with doctors. I'm Clavio, okay?" The boy nods and backs away so Clavio wasn't touching his chest. Clavio sighs "we need to get you into some clothes, but your filthy.." The boy flinches, causing Clavio to realize he needs to be careful "I just meant you covered in dirt. Its okay" the boy slumped and nodded slightly. Clavio smiled "how about, we cut your hair, put you in a bath, and get you into some new clothes ?" The boy didn't want to do any of that. He wanted his hair to stay as it is. He didn't want to be put into water. He wanted to keep his clothes on. But despite all of it, he nodded. Clavio smiled wider "then we need to get you out of those rags, don't we?" He stood up and grabbed the ends of the boys jumper. "On the count of three. One...two...three, " he gently pulled the black shirt off of the boy. The boy instantly put his hands to his chest. His collar bones stuck out and his skin was white, in front of Clavio who had dark skin and seemed healthy, he felt very uncomfortable. "Are you cold? We should bring you to the bathroom. Its probably a great deal warmer...can you walk?" Clavio mentally facepalmed. He didn't even know if this boy could walk. He watched as the boy nodded and put his hands on either side of himself, pushing himself forward. He stood. He didn't move for a moment, his legs shook under the new weight. It was obvious he didn't walk much. Clavio helped him to the bathroom that was connected to the clinic. He sat the boy on the counter and pulled his pants off. He grabbed the scissors and gave an encouraging smile. "I'm just going to snip a little bit off..." He cut a long piece off and the boy choked, sputtering "Th-tha..ats n-Ot..a li..tle bi-t!" Clavio jumped a bit and slowly put a hand on the boys shoulder. "I know...but..its tangled. Especially on this side. I promise I'll try to salvage as much as I can, but..." The boy huffed and put his head back, motioning to continue the cutting. Clavio cut down to his roots, where faded black lingered close to his skull. When he came to the other side he noticed the hair was less matted and tangled, it was a mess, but after some combing it might be okay. He cut off the knotted ends and evened it out. He then took a brush and ran it over the hair gently. He brushed as gently as he could, the boy letting out sounds of complaint every so often. He eventually got it to a point where he was almost sure the rest of the mess was just dirt and grime. He turned looked at the boy again with a big smile "would you like to see yourself now?" The boy hesitantly nodded, not knowing if he really wanted to. He had never seen himself before, and the first time he would see himself it would be with short hair, and he would be pale, and with ever vile they had stuck a needle in and put to his skin, he was sure he had something wrong with his face. Clavio held up the mirror and the boy practically jumped. He was pale. He had bags under his eyes that caused them to look sunken and his eyes were grey. His hair was white and his face was so skinny... He could feel wetness on his cold cheeks. Clavio panicked. Blood and water mixed together on the boys cheeks and agonizing sounds found their way through his lips. Clavio grabbed a rag and began to wipe away the tears, trying to calm down the dead boy. He smiled again as the boy calmed. "Let's get you into a bath, okay?" The boy nodded and Clavio pulled off his boxers, turning on the water so it was hot. The led the boy over and sat him in the tub. The boys eyes shone, seeming to sparkle. He sunk into the steaming water happily. "I..it's..wa...arm.." Clavio smiled wide. The boy liked the feeling of hot water on his cold skin and blood. As the boy sat in the tub, Clavio inspected his clothing. It all seemed normal. The jeans could've been a year old for someone who hikes or does physical activities,_ but after what happened when he saw him walk? These could be ten years old, he just doesn't know how much the boy moved around. What was really interesting was the jumper. The shoulders and chest were scattered with tears and holes, but the tag in the back was something Clavio gasped at. The tag was big and sewn to the back of the jumper, facing inward so you couldn't see it unless you took it off the person wearing it. It had a lot of information. He looked it over. A few things were smudged with dirt and would need to be seen after the clothes got cleaned, but two things stood out at the top:
Birth name: Hector
Experiment #: 354-,767-,931-, 001.
The first number was printed like the rest of the tag, but the rest were written with pen or marker. They all had a little marking by them except the last: 001. Clavio set them down and looked back at the boy "was..is your name Hector?" The boy glanced at him and shrugged "I..don..nt kn-ow.." Clavio walked over and squeezed some shampoo into his hands "well it is until I know what it really is. Here, I'm going to put this in your hair. It will help get it clean, okay?" Before Hector could answer Clavio ran his hands through his hair, lathering the soap into it. "Could you please dunk your head into the water?" Hector did and Clavio rinsed it out. "Let's try some conditioner now then" his voice sounded encouraging. Hector put up with it and when his head emerged from the water his hair was in his face. Clavio laughed and moved it from his eyes "let's get you dry and into some clothes, yeah?" Hector nodded and Clavio found a clean towel. Hector stood and Clavio wrapped the towel around him. Hector snuggled into it with smile. Clavios smile widened immensely at the sight. He could tell he hadn't smiled much. It was pure joy that was on his face, no force. "Stay here, I'm going to find some clothes for you." Hectors smile vanished as Clavio left the room, keeping the door open as he searched his suitcase. He found a dark navy turtleneck and a pair of sweatpants. He grabbed a pair of white socks and made His way to the bathroom. He walked in and set them down on the counter. "Your going to need boxers, but I can buy those later. Come on, let's get you dressed" Hector whimpered as cold air hit him and Clavio dressed him as quickly as possible, but he still noticed the bruises and needle marks scattered around his body. Hector snuggled into the clothes as Clavio led him into the clinic. Sitting beside him on the bed. The boy almost instantly fell asleep, Clavio could relax. The clinic doors were locked. He smiled as he thought of all the thing he would need to do the next day, the last thought he had was "I should text his pulse.." As he fell asleep.