Another shitty OC book nobody cares about

The beginnings of Cream

// TW - Gore

"Now, we must, be strong, together we will sing, this song, and you can sing along. Callie, Marie, we're one and two and you make three so song harmony and together we shall see where we belong~!"

🐙~🐙~🐙~🐙~🐙~🐙~🐙~🐙

The song echoed through my splitting headache. I can't recall what happened before I lost consciousness... In fact, i cant remember anything at all. Not even my name or gender... My eyes flutter open and i see bright lights on the ceiling. I squint and try to move my hand to rub my eyes but something held them down. I looked at my hands on either side of my head and noticed they were being held by handcuffs. I looked down at my feet and noticed they were cuffed too, and panic began to shudder through my body. I looked at my surroundings, which appeared to be a lab. The walls were adorned with dusty, fancy looking medical supplies and lined by dingy white counters. There was one octoling wearing a white, dirty, lab coat. She faced away from me, the clinking sound of glass and metal appliances being prepared. I moved to try to peek around her, and i spotted a large needle, which was being filled from a flask of minty green fluid. Suddenly, i remembered something about that liquid- i remember it being used to sanitize octolings and turn them into brain-dead slaves. My memories began flooding back. I used to be one of those octolings... But i managed to escape. I didn't remember much except that I should be deathly afraid of that needle. Suddenly, she turned around, the long, thick needle filled with my fate in her gloved hand.

"No.. No no no please..! I- I'll do anything..!"

The adrenaline began to rush through me as she got closer and I tried pulling harder at the restraints with all of my strength. I began to sweat and my breathing quickened.

"No! I'm begging you!! Please just let me go!!!"

My pleas didn't affect her and she grabbed my right hand, turning it so my palm was facing up. I tried to scratch her hand with my fingernails but it was no use. I pulled harder and began to scream my distress. She held my arm down and inserted the needle into my vein.

"NO!!! STOP!!! DON'T YOU HAVE AN OUNCE OF EMPATHY IN YOUR HEART?!"

The mint green liquid began coursing through my veins at the hand of the doctor. I could see my skin slowly fading green again as the medication took its course through my arm. The doctor back away from me and set the needle on the counter, then left the room. I quickly adjusted to look at the cuffs on my wrists. I found one link on them that was rusted and broken; if i could break it, it would be a lot easier to get the rest of them off. I began to pull at it with all of my strength. Eventually i managed to break the chain holding my left hand, sending the shards of metal clattering to the floor.

'I have to stay quiet... I can't get caught...'

I hissed at the reddened, bleeding cut on my wrist from the embedded cuff. Now for my other arm, and my legs. I noticed the leg cuffs we're actually bundles of zip ties. I reached for a pair of rusted metal scissors on a nearby tray and snipped the ties off; then all that was left was my infected right arm that was growing more green by the minute.

'How am i gonna get rid of that crap? Damn it... My arm... I'll have to...'

I spotted a rusty hand saw in the corner and got up from the bed, reaching my leg out and kicking the saw towards me, then picked it up. I got on my knees and rested my green and swelled arm against the bed and raised the saw above my head.

'This is my only chance... I can't become "them" again...'

I bit my lip and prepared for the pain; then used as much force as i could to smash the saw against my arm at the elbow. I groaned loudly, biting harder on my lip until it bled to hold back my screams of agony. Blood spattered against the white bed and continued to spurt out as I sawed at it until it was completely torn off; i left it cuffed to the bed and then I was freed from all of my restraints. Now a new problem arose. Blood was pouring from my severed arm. I moaned and hissed at the pain and set the now bloody hand saw to the side, beginning to dig through drawers to find something to stop the bleeding.

'Band aids band aids band aids... fuck...'

My deep red blood poured from my mutilated arm to the dirty linoleum floor as I searched, veins and tissues hanging off of it. I finally found a drawer with towels and bandages. I grabbed a dirty white towel and pressed it firmly against my wound to try to stop the bleeding. I groaned more as the stinging intense pain shot through me. I'd soaked through the entire towel until it was wet with my blood. I grabbed another and pressed it again, harder. Eventually the bleeding slowed down and i removed the towel. The sight of all the blood and my mutilated arm made me sick to my stomach and I felt the need to vomit. I tried not to look at it and wrapped bandages tightly around it. I wrapped an entire roll tightly around it, which was stained red.

'That should hold it off until i can find help...'

I then began collecting supplies from the room- more bandages and towels, some patient gowns, surgical knives to defend myself, and some disinfectant and pain killers. I popped a few in my mouth before shoving the rest into a holey plastic bag i'd found. Now to escape. The door probably wasn't a good way out, so i looked around for another way. I spotted a damaged air vent on the wall. I pushed a chair to the wall and climbed on top of it, yanking off the broken vent cover and tossing it onto the bed where the remains of my limb rested, still cuffed to the bed. The green tinted blood leaking from the part made me dry heave as my lunch began to come up. I quickly looked away and tried to hoist myself into the vent. I barely managed to get myself in there with my one remaining arm. Once I'd gotten myself in there I quickly crawled as far as I could away from all of that. The tears that clouded my eyes from the pain wouldn't let me examine the various laboratories and quarters that I'd passed, only letting me run for my life. I scuttled through the vents, up and over and left and right. I felt like I was going to pass out. I stopped midway to replace my bandages quickly after they became soaked with blood. My vision blurred and I decided to leave out of the nearest vent. I hit it with my foot, sending the grate into an unknown area. I crawled out and briefly looked at my surroundings; a subway! There would have to be help in a subway. I ran as fast as my legs would take me, becoming dizzy from the blood loss and swerving left and right, bumping into walls as I couldn't pay attention to where I was going. I tripped on something and fell, scraping my shoulder. I didn't have the energy to get up again and layed on the wet concrete as my vision blurred and transitioned into nothing but the blackness of my closed eyes.