Experiments. A NewScapeGang fanfic

Also Chapter 18: Insanity. (Non-cannon)

~Uni's POV~

Ashlie slammed herself at the door over and over until she lost consciousness. Great. Now he has some incentive for us to stay in here. And on his 12th birthday... I hope Jon's OK...

~Nick's POV~

So many needles... They're all in his arms... They must hurt so much! Ross put me in the corner, forcing me to watch this. I can't turn away, all I can do is close my eyes but my imagination exaggerates reality. Ross said that everyone else was unconscious for this bit, but Jon deserved to feel every ounce of pain from this. Even more then tommy... Ross first grabbed a knife and came back over. Jon was in tears at this point. It already so much and Ross was gonna hurt Jon more. He dug the knife deep into Jon's left leg at the knee. Then he slit it all around and cut. There is so much blood. Jon should've passed out by now with this much blood loss. I WANT HIM TO PASS OUT! But there's just something keeping him awake, keeping him conscious while this was happening. I assumed it was one of the things Ross ejected into him. At this point he had removed all Jon's lower left leg. He was about to attach a metal replacement on but decided against it for now. He said it would give him a chance to run if something went wrong. He put something on the end of the leg to stop it bleeding too much more. I can't see what it actually is... Ross moved back over to his equipment and picked up small laser. He apparently last took that when he killed Cory's parents, so I'm assuming he's going to permanently blind Jon. I close my eyes when he turned. Jon let out a blood curdling scream, assumably as the light was shone into his eyes. I bet Ross went giddy at the fact that he made a 21 year old scream. I then opened my eyes again to the sight of Ross quietly chuckling to himself while unstrapping the crying adult. He stopped as he slammed Jon's head onto the table again, but this time, instead of only doing it once, he did it twice again after the first one. This time there was defiantly blood. I called out to him to ask him to stop. He removed all the needles from his arms. I think I count 10 of them from his arms. After Ross dumped his almost lifeless body into a test tube, he turned to me. He had a look of craziness in his eyes, even more so then before. He ran me -no- LUNGED at me! He banged into my chest, nocking the air out of me. He undid the chains bounding me to the corner and yanked me from it. I'm so confused on what he's doing... He yanks my arm again, forcing me to follow him downstairs, to his courtyard. I don't know what he's doing... He grabbed something from his pocket. He quickly and loosely tied the chain to one of the logs that had been carved into seats.
"W-what are you doing?" My voice was quivering.
"This'll show them." Was all he whispered in response. I looked at him, still so naïve. He looked me in the eyes and I saw the eyes of someone truly gone, banished to the depths of their own, twisted mi-
"Lost in thoughts I assume. I understand. I do the same a lot of the time." He was still whispering so creepily. He stroke me right between the ribs. I look up and he was staring satisfactorily at my soon to be dead body. He smiled a truly insane smile. I feel my life slowly dripping away from me. I guess this is how I die. Lonely, like they always said. I wasn't something they wanted. I was just there so Uni could talk to someone. And now? I've failed at doing that. I've caused him and Ashlie and everyone else more tears then smiles and this is how I repay them. By being such a disappointment that Ross decided to kill me. Did it on my own birthday too. I didn't... Even live to... The same age... As... Uni...

~Jon's POV~

I got out as soon as I could. I'm really lucky he didn't lock the door, or the hatch at the top of the tank for that matter. I run as fast as I can to where I think he went. I know what he's planning to do. Nick wasn't there, and neither was the blooded knife that he used to cut my leg off. It's so hard to get around. I'm using a crouch at the moment to walk. It's more or less like I'm limping. I got to the courtyard in time to witness it. Ross turned to me, a crazed smile spread across his face. He knew what I'd do, so he acted upon it. I collapsed, and he took this opportunity.
"Even after all this time, you're a failure. Like the rest of them."
"Yeah, I guess that's something you guessed right." I knew he'd wait to do it.
"You really are a spitting image of her. A mess and fuck up." He tied the chain he around Nick, to me.
"You have no right to speak of her like that." My body tensed as my voice did.
"Oh look who finally took two seconds to think. Well done, but in case you haven't realised yet, I don't really have the right to be doing what I'm doing." I stayed silent. He yanked the chain upwards, forcing me up with it. We headed back to the room where the others were. It's gonna brake their hearts to hear what Ross has done to him.
"You gonna take this damn chain off me?"
"I think I'll leave it on. If my calculations were correct and your emotions are still that of a normal human being, then you've gone somewhat insane." He opened the door and kicked Ashlie's unconscious body out of the way.
"What the fuck!? What was that for?!" Cory yelled, not realising it was Ross. He glanced up from Ashlie's body to come in direct eye contact with Ross. "I-i'm sorry s-sir! I didn't realise i-it was y-you!" Ross punched him in the lens, cracking it slightly and sending him backwards onto his bed. This got me so pissed, I lost who I was completely. My following actions were admitted by my body, but I didn't do them. I kicked him over and stood on his back. My wrists strained through the metal cuffs, but eventually my hands were out. I glanced quickly at my hands. My wrists had several lairs of skin removed, letting blood drip onto my hands. I had a feeling I knew what I was going to do. And I was right. My hands tightened their grip around his neck. Amongst all this he had managed to stand and face me, still struggling for air. I kept eye contact with him, so I didn't see him reach for his pocket. I could hear muffled screams of my friends trying to stop me. I could feel their hands on my shoulders and waist, desperately pulling at me to move. But, like I said. I'm no longer me. It was only when the knife went through my chest that I gained control again. I heard their screams clearly now. They pulled me to the corner, crying. I'm... Weak again... But in a different... Way this time... I'm finally passing... And on the same... Day as... Her...
"JON! PLEASE! STAY!" I galnce... Behind her...
"Atlie... Knife..."
"Wha-" Great... I witnessed... Atlie's... Before mine...

"Why? You said you needed us! You said you'd waist resour-"
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"NO! PLEASE! WHAT ABOUT MY BRO-"
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"Saving the worst for last huh. Well it's been awful knowing ya for all my life. I hope you burn in he-"
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~Welcome to the non-cannon ending! I hope you enjoyed this book and blah blah blah I've already told you everything in the other chapter. Cya you again soon for the epilogue!~