Lab 421~on hiatus~

Henry

I sat in my room for hours after the lab, formulating a plan. If I wanted to escape them I had to know what was happening to me first. I rubbed my arm, it was sore as hell from all of the injections. So far the only thing I had come up with was to sneak into Vlad's office and snoop around, which wasn't foolproof but it was the best I had. The only problem was that Vlad practically lived in his office! It felt like hours since Vlad come in to tell me goodnight, and judging by the plate bolted next to my door that had my routine carved in it that was at 9:30. I could feel myself succumbing to sleep, but I couldn't let that happen. I had to find out.

After quite a while I finally heard the door to Vlad's office open and shut, followed by footsteps trudging down the hall. I stood up and walked over to the door, pausing until I was sure he had gone to bed. I felt another head-splitting migraine come on and gritted my teeth. Before I could open up the door I crumpled to the ground and held my head, trying to be as quiet as possible. This migraine was shorter than the first, but much much more intense and painful. The pain wanted to make me scream, but I barely made a peep. Once I felt strong enough to continue I stumbled toward the office, my head was spinning and I could barely walk in a straight line,

"s-shit...." I mumbled. I groped around on the wall for something to keep me steady, but I couldn't find a thing. After a few more dizzying minutes I finally got to the office and slipped inside.

Vlad's office was definitely much more ominous without him in it. I cringed and tiptoed over to hod desk, turning on a lamp that cast a warm light over the mess. Vlad's desk as a mess, but it was obvious he had an order to all the chaos, I just couldn't figure it out. I cursed quietly as I dug though the stacks of papers, taking care to set them back in perfect order. I glanced up the clock in Vlad's office, it was 1:32 am. I quickly started digging though the papers even faster. Sure I had time, but how much? I finally found a thick moleskin notebook in the bottom drawer of his desk. I flipped it open and frowned, there was an old and torn manila folder between every couple pages. Most the notes and equations were scribbled German, and what was in English was written in a barely legible cursive. A few papers fell onto my lap, but so did something else. I looked down and saw one of Vlad's spare key cards. I beamed and snatched it up, almost as if somebody else was going to take it. But unfortunately my joy was cut short when I heard the familiar clicking of Vlad's shoes making their way down the hall.

Cold panic shot through my veins as my head started to spin, I had no idea what Vlad would do if he found me, and I didn't wanna find out. I clutched the notebook tightly to my chest and looked around frantically. My breathing sped up as he got closer, My eyes finally rested on what appeared to be a closet near his desk, I sprinted at full speed to that little closet and shut the door behind me. I tried to calm my nerves and slow down my breathing, not that any of it worked. I wiped some sweat from the back of my neck and let out a small sigh.

The closet I was in was small, no more than a coat closet, and it was practically empty, save for a few hospital gowns hanging on a rod on the back wall. I eyed the gowns and frowned. These ones had been worn, all of them. Some were splattered with blood, others with vomit, and some were perfectly clean. But they all had numbers scrawled on them. I chewed on my lip and reached my hand out to gingerly move one aside. I as I ran my hand through the old, coarse fabric my fingers touched something cold and smooth. I narrowed my eyed and ran my fingers over the object to get a feel for what it was. It had a slot and what felt like a screen, and it was bolted to the wall. As I touched the screen there was a shrill beeping sound and a flash of red light,

'access denied'

My eyes widened. This was a key pad, but for what? I cursed softly and pulled out the key card. It's now or never. I had no idea how long I would be able to keep this, so I may as well use it while I can. I quickly slid the card through the key pad, holding my breath. After a few agonizing seconds. There was a long beep and a flash of green.

'access granted'

I smirked and pushed the grubby gowns aside, watching as the wall slid away to reveal a twisty staircase descending into darkness. My smirk instantly faded as I peered at the small steel steps. I gently set my foot on one and cringed as it groaned under my weight. Against all better judgment I continued walking down the stairs. It got darker and darker the further I went. My heart pounded and part of me was begging myself to turn back, but I kept going. Before long I ran face-first into a door. I winced and felt around for the handle. My grip finally rested on the cold metal of the handle. I slowly turned the handle, opening the door and spilling blue light into the small space I was in. I stepped in and felt my face fall as I looked upon the scene before me.

In the center of the room there was a huge cylindrical tank laying on the floor. Tubes littered every corner of the room, like the web of a huge spider on cocaine. The tank was filled with a blue liquid that had almost an ethereal glow to it. In the corner of the room there was a desk with all sorts of monitors on it, all of them glowing and ready to present new information. There were a few book cases and cabinets but by far the most disturbing thing was what was in the tank.

A boy, only a few years older than me was floating in the liquid, His eyes were shut and his chest was raising and falling slowly. His body was dotted with freckles, scars, bruises and gunshot wounds. He had fiery red hair and heavy bags under his eyes. He somehow seemed both so young, but so worn at the same time. He had what appeared to be a fresh incision running down the front of his body, almost like an autopsy. I gasped softly and took note of the blood on the walls and cabinets, and the tray of bloody tools by the tank. I took a small step closer and gulped. Who ever he was, I didn't envy him. I leaned closer and gulped, my palms sweaty against the notebook I was grasping. carved onto the boys chest were the initials V.K. My eyes widened. He was Vlad's. And by the looks of it he was what Vlad used for side projects. I felt the notebook fall from my hands and clatter to the floor. I felt a gloved hand creep it's way over my shoulder as an all too familiar warm breath fam over the back of my neck, making me shiver.
"Ah. I zee zou've met henry"

A.N~
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