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Experiment 626-Part One-

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I do not remember when I started running. I do not even remember why, or who I was running from. My memories limit themselves to sunny days, blue skies, and vague images of those I once considered beloved.
I am filthy, covered in sweat, and have been living in ally ways. I dared not to show myself on the streets, for after awhile, those clean faces that surround me began to look strange and warped. They frightened me, and as deeply as I wished to return to my once happy existence, I began to doubt if it were even possible.
I eat garbage, like a sewer rat, alone.... But not alone. For I am constantly being hunted, shadows stirring in the night, threatening to end my existence at every turn. So I ran, and I still run, and will continue to run.
It is all that I can do for myself.
My life, if I could even refer to it as such, was under constant threat. Yet I fight for it, even when I believe I should let it go, my body gets up, and runs. Running and running through the city in which I live, but never venturing beyond...
What was that?!
My body stiffens at the noise I hear, a shadow crosses my vision, and I do the only thing I can do,
I run.
But I had been running all evening, and my legs are weary, and my body aches, and the adrenaline that beats a double bass beat in my body seems as though it may run dry.
My lungs, my heart, every organ in my body brought to the very limits of my mortal existence. I run, and run, and the lines around me blur and swim, and reality melts from me, and I am suddenly seeing sunny skies, smiling faces...
Black, black..... black.
….
Something cold grips my body, slightly sharp it digs into my stomach. My wrists and ankles are restrained, and I dared not open my eyes.
Something was stirring, I could see it outlined in the lights above my shut eyes. There was a low murmur, in a language I did not understand.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed my jaw, and roughly yanked my head upwards. "WAKE! AWAKE!", the voice that issued the demand was rough, and had a distorted quality about it, my eyelids lifted, and I was greeted by a strong jawed man.
I stared at him, into his eyes, his cold brown orbs stared back at me, but there was something wrong... Something....
He turned from me, and spoke again to beings outside of my vision. I tried to lift my head to see better, but he blocked my view.
The scents in the air hit my nose, the smell of clean, sanitized surfaces gave me the impression of a hospital. But I was well aware that this was no hospital, or perhaps it wasn't even a human facility at all.
CRANK, CLANG! My body was thrown upwards as the table positioned itself at an angle. The sharp objects that surrounded my stomach dug in, and I winced in pain. The warmth of my blood slowly trickled down my front.
I felt an object near my head, and I was once again looking into the "Doctor's" cold, dark, stare. Suddenly, I could not breathe, I hardly noticed the needle in his hand, the chilling smile upon his face.
"Dear boy, you have evaded us for so, so long", the words seemed to slither out of his mouth. He leaned in close, his breath smelled of rotten flesh, and made me want to vomit. However, considering my state of starvation, such an act would be nearly impossible.
"We were thinking of feeding you", the Doctor continued, "But what fun would that be? Watching you struggle in your environment was perhaps the best little show any of us could have asked for!".
The Doctor's voice rose, delight seeped into it's tone, and his smile broke into a grin. "Now, we get to see what all of that time spent in the streets has done to you!", he waved the needle in front of my face. "This is adrenaline, your body can handle quite a lot of it, so a bit more wouldn't hurt. Though, considering your resilience, it may not even be necessary.", as he spoke his demeanor settled back into the calm, cold state it was in before.
A sense of dread filled my being, I couldn't believe it, I closed my eyes, not wanting to listen to a word more. Perhaps I could try and recall those fuzzy memories of long a-
Slap!
Pain blossomed in my left cheek, and my eyes snapped open. "YOU WILL LOOK AT ME AS I SPEAK!", roared the Doctor. He straightened himself, his face dark, and turned to grab a scalpel from the table.
"It is very rude not to look at someone as they speak", he said, placing the device in his hand upon my cheek. The cool metal would have been refreshing, if not for what its presence meant for me. He slowly traced the flat side of it down my cheek, I tried my best not to shiver.
"We are going to have so much fun, for so long I have waited for this day. You are the most resilient of all our subjects, and today, you are finally mine".
He suddenly plunged the scalpel into my side, I gasped, and my body strained away, right into the metal blades surrounding my middle.
Groaning in pain, the wounds inflicted upon my body leaking blood, I forced my muscles to relax. My back hit the table with a thud, sweat was already pouring down my body, and tears swelled in my eyes. It was only then it occurred to me that I was stark naked.
"Clothes would have certainly gotten in the way", the Doctor said, I forced myself to look at him, fearing any consequence that might result from not doing so. The small smile was back, and a new wild light had made its way into his eyes.
"Consider that your first taste of what's to come, I am going to leave now, and when I come back, the fun really begins".
Two part gore story, this part doesn't really contain any gore, and just sets the mood really.

The next part, as the "Doctor" says, is where "the fun really begins".

Excited? Anyone? No one?

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Flarepie24's avatar
me gusta ^^ CANT W8 FOR PART 2 AND FURTHER IF U DO SO =D (ignore caps t was an accident im too lazy to fix)