Iris Scan Initiated...
Welcome back, Doctor Coil.
" Good morning Glados. How is the virus doing?"
Virus is almost complete. Stabalization in T-Minus 20 minutes.
" Excellent. Open the containment cell, I want to check on our subject."
With a blink of the computer's red "eye" there was a large rumbling and the far wall opened to reveal a thick glass wall, the observation window to the containment cell. The cell is outfitted with a small hospital bed, restraints hanging from the steel bed frame and the sheets are covered in what can only be blood. There is a small sink and toilet off on the side. On the other three walls, carvings have been made, jagged scratches into the stone walls that depict horrific creatures and bloody battles. But apart from the drawings, what catches the Doctors eye the most are the words. Thousands and thousands of words cover the walls, carved in crued letters. Word after word scrawled across the grey canvas telling tales of horror and fear. Even the glass window is covered in words, written in the very blood of the creature residing inside the room. These words are different than the other ones. Written in dripping crimson, they scream, " Help me" " Let me go" ...but the largest phrase, the one right in the middle of the glass, half-blocking the doctors view, this one is the worst. Three words that even the doctor cringes to look at. " Please Kill Me."
The creature inside the room is not human. Perhaps it was once. But whatever it used to be, it is no longer. This creature is something that crawled out of the very nightmares of the insane. The pale skin is so thin that if you look closely, you can see the insides. The blue veins running right beneath the papery skin seem so bright and vivid, like tribal tattoos on a warrior. It is frail and it trembles with the very breathe it draws into it's lungs. Hairless and naked, like a new-born babe, and yet so hideous and frightening that no mother would keep such a monstrosity. Coil walks slowly towards the window and raising his hand, places it on the glass. In a sudden burst of speed that seems impossible for such a pitiful creature, it charges at the door. It's jaws snap and gnash at the glass, spit flying off it's elongated teeth in flecks. The once human fingers have turned to deadly talons, clawing at the glass and succeeding in making deep gouges. The doctor is unphased by this, but seems to flinch as the creature suddenly slows it's movements, turns to stand still in front of Coil. Coil takes in this sight, the elongated spine curved sharply forwards, the legs perminantly bent. But when Coil looks into it's eyes, he has to look away. The pain and suffering that swims in those crimson eyes is too much for the doctor to bare. With a deep sigh he turns and walks over to the computer once more.
" I'm done. You may close the doors again Glados. And see to it that the poor creature gets fed, we don't need him dying before the virus kills him."
Yes sir
The wall begins to move back into place, and Coil chances one more look over at the blood soaked window. At the moment the creature pushes himself at the glass and with one bloody claw, writes these words, " It's all your fault". And the doors slide shut.
Coil sits heavily in his chair and his skin is ashen.
Call for you doctor, from the administration.
Coil picks up the reciever and puts it to his ear. With a deep sigh he breathes out, " Doctor Coil." The other side crackles with static before another voice, a deeper and more gravely one replies. " Ah Eraldo! How is our little expiriment going? Well I trust?" Eraldo straightens in his chair slightly at the voice. " The virus is almost complete sir. Our subject is showing signs of extreme violence and mindlessness, just as you wished. The only side affect that I've seen so far is that they only thing that he can do, other than use basic motor skills and instinct, is write." " Write?" The man didn't seem too impressed. " Yes sir, the subject writes words all over his cell. Carved in the walls, written in his own blood on the windows...all he does is write. It used to be nonsense, just words with no meaning. But now he's begun to write full sentences, stories, tales, myths...anything he can think of it seems, he writes down." The man on the other line simply laughed a loud boisterous laugh. " Stories? Come now Coil, did you really think that that was worth telling me? So what if the dumb little shit can write words? What's he gonna do? Start a rebellion by writing stories? He is of no threat to us, and that's all I care about." Coil nodded solemnly to himself, " you're absolutely right sir, I wasn't thinking." The man then said with a chuckle, " It's quite alright Eraldo, just make sure that it doesn't start singing or dancing!" The hearty laugh filled Coil's head once more. He grimaced and rolled his eyes. Eraldo then timidly began, " Sir...you know, by looking at your plan I've found a slight problem with it." " WHAT?" The laughing immediatly stopped and the conversation took a dangerous turn, Eraldo could either fight or flee now. Strengthening his voice a tad, Coil replied. " Well, hypothetically, if you were to make the entire world mindless creatures, save for select few, and those select few were good people that you knew well, and if you made an army with these creatures, who would you be fighting in the end?" The man on the other line paused for a few minutes, and Eraldo was quite scared that perhaps he had said the wrong thing and the administration would suddenly realize that with the virus in the incubation period, they don't actually need Eraldo anymore. But then the man spoke, with a stern voice than sent chills down Eraldo's back, " Don't play hypotheticals with me boy. I know what I'm doing, and you're either with me or against me. Don't question my plans. It's my job to think of stuff, it's your job to see to it that the virus gets finished. So go do your job." and with that he hung up. Coil looked down at the reciever and shakily placed it back on the base. " What have you gotten yourself into this time Eraldo?" He asked himself, with a sigh.
