Labrat!au

chapter three~year five~

No pov

Doctor kris walked down the hall holding the hand of his five year old son. He had to walk slow as his son was horribly wounded in the testing lab and he was still healing as it wasn't to long ago. He would carry jamie, he really would, but his boss forbade it, " your babying it fawkes! It can tough it out on its own!" The thing is that it wasn't babying, as jamie had a crushed ankle and knee on his left leg, and was stifling his sobs of pain as he knew he would be hurt worse if he showed any signs of weakness.

The only thing he could really do to comfort jamie was to let him take a nap in his "safety cupboard" which was really just a cupboard in krises office that had butterfly stickers, and neat handwriting that spelled out "jamisons safety cupboard" jamie really had really good handwriting for a five year old. Kris always tried to keep jamie in his office as much as possible, as jamies cell was small dark and cramped, the cage is what a cruel dog owner might force his not so beloved pet stay in.

Though he unfortunately isn't surprised, as doctor molohov always saw jamie as less than the other mutants, and he thought of the mutants as lower than dirt.

The tall doctor opened the door to his office, walked across the room and help put his son in the cupboard with his favorite book about butterflys, before lumbering to his desk to do a bit of paperwork.

About two hours later he heard his son step out of his cupboard to walk to his father."um...hey dad?" His son stutterd. "Yes jamie?" He answered as he turned to his son with a smile. "Um...well...can you tell me about outside?" His face then drained of color a bit. What did he tell him? About how "suits" took over Australia almost all poor people were turned into junkers? About how they lived in the middle of nowhere in a facility? "U-um...well I guess since you always call out my bullshit I cant lie to you..." he said with a defeated look on his face.

It was literally impossible to lie to jamie as he was always lied to, so he learned to differentiate truth from lies, he could always tell if your being honest.
So for an hour he told jamie about Australia and what a shit hole it was. Well, atleast till molohov walked in with an unreadable expression on his face."so, you think its ok to tell that thing about the outside world?" Kris leaped up with a horrified expression on his face. "S-sir! I-its my fault I shouldn't have told him anything! I-" molohov raised a hand before looking past him to jamie. He made a sudden grab at jamie before tugging him along the hallway. The only reason he didn't follow, or try to stop his boss is because he knew that if he did his boss would find a way to kill jamie.

After a few minutes of silently crying he sobbed harder a the ear shattering screams coming from the testing lab.

Three days later

Jamie was adjusting fine to having to walk with the prosthetic that now replaced jamies right leg. It turns out that jamie was one of the few instances of the juice not working

His leg was severed bellow the knee, then it was taken for a day and a half before it failed to reattach. Jamie was given the task of making himself a new leg. It wasn't hard for him as he was practically a genius. He built himself a leg, from some scrap he was given in under two hours, and it worked like a charm! Jamie was sad about his leg tho...

jamie is traumatized. God, im such a COWARD. He was really quite and distant now. How could this get any worse?