Helix Operatives: Creation

Midnight Mansion

Werlan awoke to find himself in a dark room with a single light hanging above his head. His eyes were blurred and he was groggy, but he could recall most of what happened before. "Urgh... Ow..." said Werlan as he tried to move. Restraints cut into his arms and legs, and he could feel one around his chest.

"Good, you're awake," said a voice behind him.

"I've seen movies like this, I just want you to know that it doesn't work out for you. Especially if you try to kill me," said Werlan.

"I know," said the voice. "I hope I didn't hit you too hard."

"You might have... Where's Data?" Asked Werlan as he looked around in the darkness.

"Oh, don't worry," said the voice. "He's about to have the same tour as you." Werlan felt hands push the back of his chair and the wheels attached to his chair started to move. He was pushed through a large door in the dark and saw another wheelchair next to him, this one with Data in it.

"Ah, now for the full tour," said the voice. The two chairs started moving forward as Werlan and Data both tried to break out.

"What are you going to do to us?" Asked Data as he tried his powers. His mind felt as if it was on fire, causing him to stop.

"Don't try your powers. The drugs will only hurt you if you do. Don't worry, they'll wear off eventually in the next twenty-four hours," said the voice. "Now, allow me to explain." A figured dashed in front of them from behind, twirling around in the darkness. A set of lights came on from above, illuminating the figure and slightly blinding the two. When their eyes adjusted they saw a Sinderlo woman twirling in the spotlight.

Her long platinum hair glistening in light as it spun around. A plethora of make-up that was applied with an air cannon covered her face. Her clothes were bright and colorful, reminding them of what would be worn on a child but not a grown adult. A brightly colored baton with ribbons of pink and gold tied to the top of it twirled in her hand as she spun around.

"What the fuck?" Asked Data with a confused look.

"I've been held hostage by worse," said Werlan.

"What the fuck dude?" Asked Data looking over at him.

"What... I was undercover as a stripper," said Werlan with a blank look.

"Why were you... When were... You know... Forget it... I-I can't process your insanity right now in any form," said Data as he shook his head.

"Too bad because you're gonna hear what we have to say," said the Sinderlo with a cheerful tone and smile. She stopped spinning with a dramatic pose as the lights came on in the entire room. The room had white walls covered in blood and gore, metal floors with grates and drains in them, a large catwalk with spotlights on them, and Sinderlo bodies hanging from chains and meat hooks from the ceiling.

"Well... I did not expect that," said Werlan.

"What the fuck?" Asked Data as he looked around the room.

"Is that all you can say?" Asked Werlan.

"Like there's literally anything else that can be said!" Exclaimed Data as he shook violently in his chair.

"Jeeze, calm down Data... Question, is it D-Ah-ta or D-Eh-ta?" Asked the childish Sinderlo.

"It's Ah, trust me, a lot of people get that wrong," said Data with a blank face. "So... You gonna hook us up on chains?"

"Oh no silly," said the childish Sinderlo as he patted him on the head. "We're not going to do that silly billy, your meat is too chewy and hard to cook. That's why we only eat Sinderlos." She spun around again, walking through the room with the two chairs rolling through the room.