Chapter One:
With no hesitation, Dr.Delson picked up an empty syringe with his glove covered hand and held the cylinder shape object in a tight grip. Only moments ago he was focusing hard on placing the disinfectant spray all over the circled area on my arm. Now he was just about ready to inject the syringe into me and pull the end of it out, watching it drain all my blood out and fill the clear container with the dark red substance.
I'd given up on struggling a long time ago. When I realised I was making it more difficult and inflicting more pain onto myself then I should not be, I gave into the requirements and allowed the people to do what made them happy.
"Subject 13. Samples are clear and ready to continue on." Said Dr.Delson. He was speaking low into the microphone located in the top pocked of his white lab coat. A simple uniform every worker wore. "Send Matthews in." He ordered and left the room.
I clenched and un-clenched my fists, in order to control the beast inside me. What was happening, was a usual occurrence. Every time I'd get blood removed from inside my body, I'd feel my canines poke out through my gums.
Mr.Matthews joined the room, just like Mr.Delson ordered. Mr.Matthews was my care taker. He was in charge of me and was to always assist me from room to room. In my understanding, he was my babysitter.
He was borrowing a spare lab coat, I could smell a different scent all over it as soon as he walked in. It wasn't his usual coffee beans and pencil carvings scent but an unusual one I couldn't exactly pinpoint out. Mr.Matthews was very skinny and fragile looking, almost like he'd burst into particles if you touched him.
Mr.Matthews approached me in a slow and calm manner. "You did good today, now it's time to move on to the white room."
Before I could attempt to stop it, a growl coursed up and out of my throat sounding deadly. I hated the white room. It's exactly what it sounds like, a room with nothing but white walls, a white floor, a white ceiling and some strong restrains buckled hard into the ground. More like a torture room, than a white room in my honest opinion.
The growl frightened Mr.Matthews. His face resembled a surprising encounter with a ghost for the first time. His skin turned to a pasty colour from it's usual tanned colour.
"When do I get to see my dad?" I croaked, pulling on the chains so he could get the picture and unclasp them. The chains and clamps around my legs and arms were coated in silver mist--a newly created chemical fluid in which my skin burns when pressed flushed against it.
Once my legs were free I was hoisted off the chair. "He's busy training a new subject. It's not as obedient as you are..." He trailed off.
New subjects were rare in this facility. Over the years we have had new comers but most of them died. They didn't follow the rules and attempted to attack anyone in sight hoping to increase their chances of escaping. Traps are everywhere in this facility. It's for the subjects that do somehow get ahold of free will and run around searching for the exits or hiding spots.
I've never been stupid enough to try and escape, I know the outcome.
"Subject 34?" I asked trailing behind Mr.Matthews as we walked down the halls. The lights above us were flickering. I've heard that the power supply in this lab is below the radar. There's not too much left and I think that's what most people are dreading to meet. When there's no more power, every power engineered door, cell and supply cabinet will automatically unlock and open.
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Subject 13
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