Under the moonlight

Chapter 3

I smell food my stomach wakes me up with a growing hunger. The food is placed on a small table that has a chair next to it. I dig into the food clinging to the taste and warth. Whatever it is I don't really care. It's true starvation cures picky eating. My body is still weak but I do feel better after eating.

After, I finish I inspect the cell that I was placed in. At least it has indoor plumbing. I hear a growl and look at the cell adjacent from me. Shock settles in when I see that a mutated human staring at me. They have a muzzle on with bright gold eyes and claws. Wings are also on their back but they don't move it's more like decoration. A scent of rotten flesh hit my nose and it takes all of my effort to keep down my food.

I back away to my bed and sit down unable to take my eyes off of the strange person. I wonder if that will happen to me. I don't want other parts to be placed on my body like that and change me into a beast. Then, I hear a haunting laughter floats down the corridor while lights turn one one by one.

A man in a dark red cloak walks to my cell and smiles with crooked stained teeth. A scent of bleach lingers with him. I wonder who this person is but I don't want to know him. He opens the door with a key and smiles at me eerily.

"I can't harm master's pet but he said I could use you with the other experiments." A dreadfully cold voice states. "I am Doctor Verlin Chrome. Call me Sir or Dr. Chrome when you refer to me and only speak when you are spoken to."

He leaves the door open and motions for me to follow. I am to afraid to go against his wishes. All his experiments snap their teeth at us or scream as we walk past. He ignores them not even sparing a glance towards them. His back is straight and head held up with arrogance.
We reach a door that leads to a room full of medical equipment. There's already a person lying on a metal table. The lights are dim compared to the hospitals that I am used to. Just pretend that this is just some dream about being a surgeon and I'll be okay. If I do what I'm told nothing bad should happen. That is at least not to me.

"We are going to implant a wolf's tail and try to connect the nerve endings together with an electrical current." He says bringing out a severed tail. "I'll make the incisions you just hold where I tell you too."

I grimace in pain as the scalpel opens up the lower back where the spine ends. The patient is lacking in movement while this all is taking place. Taking out the last disk, the doctor places the wolf tail there. I hold where he tells me to and feel a charge go through me almost causing me to jump. Once the incision is stitched up he wraps the tail with cloth.

My mind is sickens by this curl experiment. The doctor looks up at me smiling while saying. "You did excellent I didn't think you would have such a steady hand."

I blush over the complemented even if it's unwanted. He chuckles at this and we move on to the next experiment. This continues to be a routine for me. Slowly I'm becoming demoralized to everything. I do what I'm told and I have gained trust that the doctor gave me the keys to the cells but not to the doors leading out of this hell.

It's now my job to feed the experiments and take care of them when they get sick. The ones that are severely mutated have an addiction to the painkillers. My favorite experiment is a small girl who had a twin that was used as extra parts for her.

She's nine years old and has two different eye colors. Her name is E11A or Ella, Experiment 11 subject a. She doesn't like going to the lab and often bites me but the doctor assures me that I won't catch anything from her. I have started to use my skills as a tattoo artist to draw lines so the doctor can cut. Slice, add or remove, stitch up and repeat.

The doctor often likes to check up on me seeing my tattoos. He says that if anyone ever saw them they would think I was some kind of demon. Also, he doesn't like my ring of a dragon eye reminding him of witchcraft. Witchcraft is bad but human experiments are okay?

Even with this mind torture of hurting my own kind I seem to be able to numb it. The master has yet to come see me apparently he is hardly ever home. He's leader of underground human trafficking and weapon trade from what I can tell. The doctor doesn't understand why he wanted to keep me because according to the doctor I am too plain.

Having a routine is somewhat comforting but when one of the subjects die I have no time to mourn. I have to scrub down the cell and then we place a new one inside of it. My cell is the only one that actually starting to look like a normal room. I even have a curtains that separates me from all the others. I worked hard for my allowance of privacy.

Many times there were tests to see if I would escape or at least try. I was too nervous to try and now I'm rewarded by moving freely in this corridor. Today however, is completely different because the master demanded I be ready to serve him up stairs. I even have a shock collar with a tracker in it.

I don't remember his face but the voice that belongs to him I can never forget. It torments me inside of my dreams. Often my screams are the loudest during the night. The doctor even threaten to cut off my tongue for it because I woke up all the experiments. Instead of doing that he gives me vitamins to calm my nerves down. It's strange that this cruel person has a gentle side too.

He even has four kids three daughters and a son. He's very proud of his son and often brags about him. Even if he's only six he seems to have a sparkling personality. Contrary to that of the masters even the doctor warns me not to get on his bad side.

There's a loud sound that carries throughout the cells I hurry back into mine after making sure everything's locked. Doctor Chrome warned me that the master was going to be coming home today.

"Pet come with me you will be my plaything while I'm at home." The master yells down the corridor.

I wait to be let out because it's a secret that I have a key. I'm not even supposed to have that much freedom according to the master. Doctor Chrome isn't that bad just has mixed morals. I guess working for a psychopath would do that to anyone.

The cell door opens and a frail looking person enters. Their skin is ashen with dark bags under bloodshot blue eyes. His frame is thin yet still looks strong like a wolf in sheep's clothing. I suppose he wasn't joking about being a wolf. I follow him and watch his relaxed strides unlike the doctor.