It all started with Ahmet Benici. The World's lead scientist published his findings that the laws that govern our world would change so drastically human life would not be possible. It was his findings that urged the U.S government to begin a secret project, Project New World. The purpose of this project was to save humanity from its impending doom. So I invite you visitor, whoever you are it doesn't really matter. Come, sit down at your keyboard and tell me, what role are you going to play in this story?
Setting
There are many rumors and stories to be told about the city of Chase. Stories and tales rise from the mysterious forest that borders its northern side. There's big talk of some government project happening on the other side, but no one can know for sure. The small town has a rather sparse population of 20,000 people and is kept isolated from its neighboring town by Wyers lake.
In terms of time, this site will follow real time to accommodate for the short life expectancies of compound patients. The current month is December, the year 2062.
Note: Please note this site is rated PG-13.
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Off roaming again, the loner Feral had no particular destination in mind, walking about simply for the sake of it. He'd been feeling rather restless as of late, found it hard to sit still. A scientist had actually joked that perhaps he could sense danger like an animal could. Hours later, a storm comes rolling in. Fortunately for them, the Compound was well enough prepared for a little rain and thunder. Unfortunately for Feral, that just meant he couldn't really use the storm as a cover for an escape. He huffed at the thought. Back to the drawing board..
Still, though the threat of the storm seemed nonexistent, he couldn't stop moving about. Any attempt to sit down proved to be in vain as he was back up again in a matter of seconds, pacing the floor. His neck was already growing sore, Feral habitually messing with it as if to calm his nerves. Didn't really do anything for him. In fact, he was so anxious that he was beginning to get a bit snappy and the other patients seemed to have noticed, purposely avoiding him once they spotted the brooding beast. Just greeting him would elicit a warning growl from him, Feral baring those teeth. You didn't need to know how to speak animal to get the gist of that message.
Each time thunder rolled, his spine shook. When lightning struck, he tensed up. He wasn't afraid of storms, in fact he actually enjoyed the tamer ones. But this one was quite rough and the faculty were actually content with staying inside, out of the dreary mess. He'd like to blame the experiments he'd endured today as well, his senses on high alert as it was, only seemed to be heightened once the scientists were through with him.
Feral could really do with a nap, but unfortunately his body wouldn't let him. So instead he wandered, either until his nerves calmed or his body finally passed out from exhaustion, whichever came first.
Like something that should have been buried, Ephraim came lurking up the halls. The younger patient was no doubt looking for trouble, ambling along at an odd lurching gait, his keen eyes darting this way and that. The storm didn't bother him, at least it wouldn't have it the labs had not bolted their doors. It was something about the lightning interfering with the equipment and they were taking necessary precautions or something. What a load of crap.
Seems how he wouldn't be ending up on the operating table anytime soon, the patient had gone looking for other sorts of trouble. He'd already been roughed up by the guards, but the split lip and black eye he sported had hardly been worth the trouble. He needed something more satisfying. Something more than the steady throb of his bruise, more than the sting at his lip. He needed something like...him.
The moment his gaze rested on Feral, Ephraim felt a shiver of excitement. He knew the boy's face, he'd seen him around. But rather than messing around with the freak he'd always found his gratification elsewhere. His hands clenched into tight fist, nails digging into his palm until the spark of pain announced he'd broken skin. It was this pain that pulled him from his trance, urged him to continue towards Feral, reassured him he was still alive.
Taking a deep breath, it was almost as if Ephraim intended to walk by Feral, perhaps he'd chickened out. But at the last moment the boy moved towards him in such away their shoulders bumped into each other rather kindly. The motion had been so smoothly done it could have been an accident, the guilt Ephraim felt washed away by the mask of hostility he bore.
"Watch it Pipsqueak!" He snapped. Though he was a lot scrawnier and his hair darker in shade, Ephraim bore an uncanny resemblance to his twin. But unless Flint had taken to abandoning his glasses and clean proper look for the mess that challenged Feral now, it was unlikely they were the same person.
Feral would smell the presence before he even spotted him. It was a familiar smell, though not quite? It was hard to explain, but once he managed to get a look he recognized why. He hadn't ever really had the pleasure of encountering the other male before, though had saw him plenty of times lurking with his twin brother. He was an odd one, for sure, and there was something wrong about him that even Feral could tell. But he never really concerned himself enough to bother with him as he didn't really seem to serve any real purpose to him. After all, he was a normal patient, not bearing the collar he and his brother had bore, so he might as well have been useless.
Unfortunately, want it or not, he'd be having a little interaction with the boy today, though not exactly a good one. The first wrong move was bumping into him, Feral glaring up at the dark haired teen with a scowl, only to find a look that was nearly just as hostile. Then he had to go and call him pipsqueak, which really took the cake. He was already on edge, so it was almost too easy to set him off this evening.
With not a second to spare, Feral reached out and grabbed a good handful of the front of Ephraim's shirt, shoving the much scrawnier boy into the wall behind him roughly. "The fuck did you say to me?!" he snarled, green eyes filled with anger. This kid had an awful lot of nerve. It was a wonder he and Flint were related at all. Not that it even mattered. At this point, he was just eager to put this kid in his place. He might have been taller, but that didn't mean shit when he could easily overpower him as far as Feral was concerned.
Feral didn't disappoint. The freak was every bit as aggressive and short-tempered as Ephraim had imagined. It had been easy to set him off and for that the boy was grateful. He winced as Feral grabbed hold of him, slamming him into the wall only seconds later. The pain that rippled up his back was most welcome as it poked and prodded old wounds, coupled with a rush of adrenaline. He couldn't decide whether it was the pain or the adrenaline he was addicted to most. Both made him feel tangible. Both made him feel alive.
Perhaps there really was something not quite wrong with Ephraim, but the faculty hadn't cared much to find the root of his unhealthy behaviors. They simply deemed him as troublesome and for the most part were more than willing to give him what he asked for, how could he not when he did everything in his power to exasperate them?
A well-rehearsed smirk crawled across Ephraim's face as he craned his neck downwards to meet Feral's gaze. The freak looked mad, really mad. Ephraim didn't care if he was mad at him though the boy did feel bad for upsetting him. Nonetheless, his tone was condescending as ever. "Sorry little guy, I didn't see you there."
It wasn't too often he had other patients try their luck with him, especially non-freaks. Most of the time just seeing him and hearing his reputation was enough to keep them at bay, but then there were ones like this prick who almost seemed to enjoy pushing his buttons. And, unfortunately, Feral fell for it every time. Once he got to that point of anger, it was hard for him to think clearly, let alone recognize when he was being played.
So when the boy smirked, even pointed out his short stature again, there didn't seem to be any going back. His eye twitched a bit as he ground his teeth together. A very low, threatening growl rumbled through his chest as his grip on his shirt tightened. He was going to rip that fucking smirk right off his face.
He started by reeling his fist back to punch the taller male right in the pit of his stomach, aiming to knock the wind right out of him. Then, with a step to the side, Feral drug Ephraim along with him, even managing to lift him into the air for a moment before he literally threw him further down the hall. The sound of the thunder and lighting was effectively drowning out the sounds of their scuffle and with everyone seeming to coop up for the storm, they likely wouldn't be interrupted. At this point, he really didn't care. It'd take a couple of guards to tear Feral off before he was done with this kid. And proving that point he'd make his way over, not planning on giving the teen enough time to recover as he worked on pinning him down. A predator on top of his prey.
The blow to the gut did a little more than just knock the wind out of his lung. With an explosion of pain, lights danced before his eyes as Feral forced him to remember his other, neglected wounds. Well there was little doubt he'd opened it now, the small incision from his surgery the other day. But the boy was hardly given a chance to snag a ragged breath before he was thrown down the hallway.
His jaw cracked against the cool floor as he landed most ungracefully. His gut burned with pain and he struggled still to manage a proper breath. But he would continue this dance of agony until he could no longer find his feet, or until someone forced them apart. Before he could get to his knees, Feral had pounced and Ephraim found himself blinking dizzily up at the man.
Pain swam across his vision but that didn't keep him from running his mouth, it never had. "Don't worry little man, someday you'll grow up to be big and strong. But right now you're the perfect height to suck my dick."
If only Ephraim feared pain, avoided it like the normal person. But he didn't and he wasn't afraid of it, he was afraid without it so he was determined to do anything and everything to get under Feral's skin.
He'd smell the blood, apparently hitting harder than he'd realized. But rather than grow concerned that he might have been going too far, almost like a shark, the smell actually encouraged him. So once he was on top of Ephraim, he pinned his arms down, using his own weight to keep him from squirming out beneath him. He was going to enjoy this, his snarl actually turning into a rather scary smirk for a moment until his prey had spoken again, still pushing his buttons even though he was clearly out-powered. It was enough to actually make him pause for a moment before he'd grow angry again. He didn't understand it, but was in that animal-like state now that he really didn't care to ask, probably couldn't for that matter.
Had he been more clever minded, he might have given the kid what he wanted and then some. Feral was known for biting things off and he'd have no trouble maiming this man to knock him down a peg or two. Fortunately he hadn't even thought of it, instead leaning in close. With both of his hands busy, it left it to one obvious solution. Without warning he'd sink his teeth right into the other patient's shoulder, biting down hard though fortunately not enough to tear completely through.
Feral didn't release just yet, growling like the animal he was as he held the guy beneath him steady, taking a moment to taste the blood. His nails dug into Ephraim's wrist as he held them tight, enough to even cut off the circulation. It was a wonder his collar hadn't gone off, Feral almost expecting it, but he wasn't going to complain in the slightest, more than happy to take advantage of the situation.
[OOC: I wouldn't advise anyone to stick their dick anywhere near Feral's mouth O.O ]
[ O. O. C: I mean not that Ephraim's gonna have much use for it in this place anyway...but I wouldn't recommend it either. T_T ]
As Feral continued his assault on the poor boy, Ephraim writhed and struggled beneath him. Feeling the monster's teeth in his shoulder cause him to cry out in pain. He could no longer feel his fingers and he wondered distractedly if Feral would chop them off. A sudden fear sparked within him at the prospect of having no hands. He needed his hands for his art! Feral could literally have any other part of him but his hands. But Ephraim didn't struggle. He let Feral do whatever he pleased, his cry dying into a whimper as he bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut. This pain would last for a long, long time. Long after Feral had finished with him, long after he'd been given time to heal, he would hurt from this. And rather than dread it, the thought comforted him, it gave him the will and determination to stay silent. Ephraim didn't need to know what Feral was doing to him. In fact, the boy felt more comfortable not knowing. Eyes squeezed shut he dropped the cocky facade and let the freak have his well deserved way.
There wasn't anything quite as satisfying as hearing someone cry out in pain, at least in this instance where the boy was literally asking for it. He dared him to say anything else, wanted him to give him reason to go all the way. Though at this rate, it was hard to tell if he even had any intention of stopping, let alone having any sense at all other than to kill.
As he whimpered, Feral bit harder, lapping up the blood that was practically rushing out now. He'd definitely need some stitching once he was done with him, implying the prick was lucky enough to survive. Ephraim wasn't struggling though, surprisingly enough, in fact when he started growing quite, Feral's own growls did the same, confused. Did he kill him already? No. He must have passed out then... It was a bit less interesting when his prey didn't fight back. Had he had his fill?
Feral retracted, though those fangs wouldn't feel much better coming out than they had going in. Looking down to the male beneath him, his mouth covered in blood, Feral didn't seem as angry, but at the same time he didn't appear to be all there either. He'd slipped into that feral mentality and lost reasoning, that obvious by the cold look in his eyes.
His grip on his wrists hadn't loosened though, nails having pierced his skin by then, drawing a slight amount of blood as well. The front of the boy's shirt was turning dark as it soaked up the red, the gaping wound in his shoulder not a pretty sight. He looked beaten, and at the very least didn't appear to be mouthing anymore. But was Feral really satisfied? Whatever the case, he continued to glare down at Ephraim, emitting a constant growl as he snarled.
[O.O.C : I don't know who I feel worse for atm. xD ]
Treatments and experiments aside, this pain was unlike anything Ephraim had ever experienced. Though excruciating, it was deeply satisfying. The man felt his senses begin to give way as Feral retracted his fangs. Pain coursed through every part of his body, flooding his veins, burning his sinuses, curdling his blood, even causing his toes to curl in agony. Every part of him felt the pain the freak was inflicting and he loved it.
When Feral pulled away the boy didn't open his eyes, if only waiting for whatever finally blow Feral was no doubt reeling back for. But nothing happened aside from the growls and snarls. Eventually he couldn't stand not knowing and he cracked his eyes open slowly.
Though fear had now rooted itself in his gaze, it was nothing compared to the look of plain contentment. But as he gazed up at the older boy, Ephraim didn't egg him on. He was shaking badly enough and he wasn't sure if he could form a proper word if he even wanted to. Instead he only stared, chest heaving as he fought to control his breath.
It took a bit and for a moment Feral was sure he'd passed out, which would hardly make attacking him more any fun. In fact, now it just seemed kind of boring since he wasn't fighting back, which only confused him all the more. If he hadn't known any better, he might have thought he was seriously wanting this to happen. But... That was crazy, right? Who in their right mind would want to be attacked by a monster? Well... Perhaps this guy.
When he opened his eyes, staring at him with this unexpected look on his face, Feral paused completely, going quiet as he stared back, his head tilt in confusion. The fear was quite obvious, he could smell it, see it in his eyes. But he seemed almost... happy. It certainly fucked with the beast's mind, enough to snap him out of his rage.
He lingered for a few more moments, perplexed, before his hold on Ephraim's wrists would loosen a bit, allowing the blood to flow back into his paled hands. He didn't quite move from his position just yet though, instead continuing to stare as he licked his lips, his mouth completely filled with the taste of the patient's blood. He may have perhaps went a bit far, but this was nothing new. He'd inevitably get caught and go through the usual punishments. He could kill the boy, make it all worth it, but he really didn't have the desire to do it, and it's clear now by the bored expression on his bloodied face.
Still though, he wasn't quite happy with the turn of events. So what does he go and do? Why reel back and punch the man square in the face, of course! It's not enough to do serious damage, aside from bruising perhaps, but it would certainly hurt and at any rate, make Feral feel a bit better. "Fucking prick..." he spits blood onto the wounded boy's chest as he pulls himself up and off of him.
Ephraim held Feral's gaze before looking away. He felt bad for the other boy, he hadn't meant to offend him. Closing his eyes he swallowed hard. "Tha-" the small word of attitude died on his tongue as Feral punched him in the face. Ephraim grimaced as his head snapped back, hitting the ground with a thud.
Pain exploded behind his eyes and the boy allowed the faintest of whimpers. His hands throbbed as the blood rush to them once more though he still had trouble moving them. The scrawny boy struggled to sit up, but the burning in his shoulder kept him from getting more than a few inches off the ground.
"You done?" Ephraim asked weakly, blood trickling from his mouth. He'd bit his tongue not to mention his split lip from earlier. With his good arm he brushed the blood aside, lowering his gaze for several moments. "I'm sorry for upsetting you Pipsqueak," He offered Feral a weak and almost hopeful smile.
Feral punched him right on time, it seemed, glad to find he actually ended up shutting him up in the process. The last thing he wanted to hear was his mouth, at the moment. If he messed with him anymore, he wasn't sure he'd be able to show restraint a second time. So as Ephraim recovered from the hit, Feral had managed to get to his feet, looking down at him for a response, if the fucker dared. And he did... He just didn't really say anything he'd expected.
At first, his question was taken as him mocking him and Feral was about to give him a good kick for good measure, but fortunately the kid seemed to have enough, lowering his head. Feral offers a simple grunt in response and as silence fell between them, he figured that was his cue to leave. Before he could even take a step though, Flint's twin spoke up again, offering an apology. A rather shit one, but an apology nonetheless.
"Cut it with the 'pipsqueak'.." he warned with a growl, seeming to have found his voice again. "And you ain't fucking sorry," he felt the need to correct. "But if you don't watch yourself, I'll make sure you are next time." he threatens. Why not simply accept the damn apology? Well trust issues for one and secondly he doesn't understand the change of heart if you can even really call it that. But ultimately it just came down to the fact that Feral was always being difficult.
He growls some more as he reaches up in an attempt to wipe the blood from his face. He's not going to get very far without someone noticing him, with his luck. He's certainly not going to just turn himself in though. His teeth are even stained pink now and he was certain he was going to be tasting iron for a while until he could clean out his mouth.
It was a struggle to stand. In fact, it was near impossible. Ephraim rolled onto his knees, whimpering as he rolled over his injured shoulder. Feral's fangs still burned and he wouldn't be forgetting them anytime soon. With one hand on the wall, Ephraim scrabbled until he pulled himself to his feet, legs threatening to give way at any moment. With great effort he turned to face Feral, leaning against the wall for support. "Does that mean..." he paused as he swallowed perhaps a little too much of his own blood. He wasn't sure how Feral could stand it, the sharp tangy taste made him feel nauseous. Gritting his teeth, Ephraim squeezed his eyes shut, hands clenching to shaky fists at his side. "Does this mean they'll be a next time?" Did he sound hopeful? Definitely. Perhaps Feral really wasn't the freak here.
Feral in fact does enjoy the taste of blood. Should he be alarmed? Perhaps. But seeing as he's a freak, likened to an animal on average at that, it's not really too surprising. Maybe one day he'd up and turn into an actual monster. He might have laughed at the thought had it not actually seemed possible. With the amount of experiments the white coats put them through, he wouldn't be surprised.
He'd prepared to leave, pausing only when Ephraim speaks again and watching as he struggles to get up. He strangely wants to take his words as a joke, the boy just mouthing off and making sure he had the last word. But he actually sounded hopeful. Either he was a pretty good actor or this kid was worse off than he was. And he was the freak? "Try not to get off on it." he mutters in disgust. Could he really judge? Perhaps not. But he certainly was going to anyway because Feral might as well be hypocritical on top of being an ass.
"Stay the fuck out of my way..." he scowls before heading off. He was cutting it close as it was and was surprised no one had spotted them. He best get himself cleaned up before anyone noticed him. Feral would at least like to get some sleep before they ended up torturing him. He shudders at the thought as he walks down the hall, away from the 'freak'. At the very least, his nerves weren't shot anymore?
