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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Though the tank was glass, he didn't have the fortune for it to break as easily as normal glass would. Obviously it was reinforced and, were he not so weakened already, he might have been able to crack it, but unfortunately he barely made a dent. With that doing him no good, Feral stepped back from the doors with a growl, looking around and examining the tank for any other exits. There were pipes up top that he could make out, but his chances of getting up there were pretty slim and he didn't exactly know where those pipes lead. Nope. He was stuck. And to make matters worse, they turned on the lights, the beast flinching and attempting to cover his eyes. Too bright!
Well that hindered him a bit from breaking out, Feral hardly wanting to open his eyes and risk those blaring lights blinding him. He couldn't even hear anything either, the tank walls effectively muting the rest of the room. He didn't know what was going on, what was going to happen to him, and he couldn't even see to find out! But he could smell, at least.
There was something different in the air, he realized with a couple of sniffs, lifting his nose towards the pipes above where it was coming from. He couldn't recognize the scent, but could certainly tell you it wasn't a pleasant smell, making his nose scrunch up. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he didn't like it. Unfortunately it didn't seem to be going anywhere. At first it didn't really appear to be bothering him much at all, save the strange smell, but the longer he was exposed to whatever chemical they released, his chest began to hurt, leaving a strange, uncomfortable sensation in his lungs.
There probably wasn't much point in holding his breath by that point, seeing as he already inhaled a good amount, but he tried anyway for as long as he could hold it. Feral then began to back away until he hit the glass wall behind him, lasting for a few moments before he eventually slid down to sit, his chest heaving again as he was forced to take a breath. It hurt, but he appeared to be surviving, if not just a little longer than normal people would.
Ahmet watched the patient struggle, jotting a few notes onto his clipboard. It would have been so much easier if the patient would cooperate, telling them what was going well and what wasn't. But Dr.Benici doubted the boy was stupid enough to believe anything he promised him. As the boy slowly slid to the ground the scientist's eyes narrowed. He wasn't looking for dead ends, he wanted good results.
The man at the panel cast Dr.Benici an uneasy look. They should return the levels to normal before they inflicted irrevocable changes on the patient. But Ahmet ignored him, his gaze fixed on Feral. He needed results, but the boy wasn't giving him anything good.
When the boy showed no signs of improving, he sighed motioning for the scientist to reverse the change. The pipes and vents went from pushing air into the tank to pulling it out. The process was slow going so the patient wouldn't be negatively affected by a sudden change. A group of scientist garbed themselves in what appeared to be radiation suits, preparing several vials and vacutainers to draw more blood once the doors opened.
Eyes clenched shut and his arm blocking any other light for good measure, Feral sat there, clenching his teeth. His pain tolerance would kick in eventually, he hoped. He just needed time to adjust to it, though quite frankly wasn't too keen on waiting. These guys wouldn't kill him, right? After all, the head of the white coats had gotten upset when the guard had shocked him before. So if nothing else they would surely stop before he could die, at least. Was he going to ride on that possibility? No. He wasn't going to trust anyone. Unfortunately though, trust them or not he couldn't really do much at the moment other than sit there and breathe in the chemicals that made his nose and throat burn slightly.
Before anything could kick in, however, Feral heard a few clicks from machinery and eventually the smell of the mystery chemical had began to dwindle away. Once he could no longer smell it in the air, he took a deep breath, stealing a glance to see what was going on, only to regret it almost instantaneously. Must they really have such bright lights? "Damn it..." he hissed, his eyes clenched shut again. Instead he focused on his other senses, listening closely and smelling the air for any changes. At least if he ever went blind, he had that going for him. He wasn't about to go staring into these godawful lights though to test that out.
It took him a moment or so before he'd manage to push himself to his feet, appearing to have not suffered too much from the exposure, if only feeling a bit out of breath. "Are we done here?!" he called out impatiently, voice a little hoarse now, but he didn't let it hinder him. He remained back against the wall, however, hands resting on the smooth glass as he tried to map out the tank in his mind and find the door once again. Once it opened, he was prepared to make a run for it, regardless of whether they were finished or not since he most certainly was done with everything.
Ahmet watched as the patient struggled to regain his composure, but he would have none of that. As Feral struggled to gather his senses and fend off the lights, Ahmet motioned for the scientists to get a move on.
Quite intimidated by the patient -and they should be-, the rushed into the vivarium with clamps, bands, and restraints to immobilize the patient. They weren't without help from the guards of course.
Benici watched without comment his hands finding a special spot in his pocket. Thumb brushing over the switch of the shock collar, Ahmet recalled he still had full control, unless the kid broke the collar, but that was impossible. He'd designed these himself after all. But the scientist had no desire to use the collar and left it inactive. His peers and colleagues would just have to deal until these tedious tests came to an end.
As the patient snapped something impatiently, Ahmet found himself shaking his head, not that the patient might have noticed a gesture so subtle unless he'd been staring right at him. He watched the boy back up like a cornered animal and thought it probably wouldn't end well for the other scientists. But, he cared more about results than their lives.
So Dr.Benici waited as his subordinates attempted to draw seven more vials of blood from the patient. There would be no orange juice this time.
He hears the door open, but unfortunately hears footsteps along with it. A lot of footsteps, actually. So he doesn't move towards them just yet, blindly snarling at them in warning to stay back. If he'd open his eyes, he might have noticed the way some of the poor scientists looked, debating on whether they wanted to deal with Feral or Dr. Benici. The choice was made clear though, and having already been in the vivarium, there was no real turning back now.
Though he can't see them, he both hears and smells them, wildly striking out in whichever direction the closest seemed to be. He might have been satisfied with a certain crunch, having successfully broken one guard's nose, but they took advantage of his distraction and made their move. He yelled in frustration, sounding like a ferocious roar as he thrashed about, managing to knock one of the white coats right off their feet, smashing into the glass wall roughly and send others trying to dodge his attacks. But one of the guards finally made a move to knock him down, a much easier task since he couldn't see where he was, and soon the was tackled to the floor, the restraints immediately coming in to subdue him before he could recover.
He peered from a single eye then, glaring at a white coat in view with such an intense hatred that it even caused him to back up, a shiver running up his spine. "I'll fucking kill you all..." he snarled. And if he could get away with it, he most certainly would try. Sadly, they made it hard to accomplish with these collars. Fucking cowards. He didn't realize what was even going on, but it didn't change the fact he hated every second of it.
No one should be surprised Dr.Benici hadn't the slightest sympathy for the guards or the scientists. He imagined the patient must have been feeling some satisfaction now that he had assaulted yet another guard and even managing to viciously attack one of the scientists as well. When the faculty began to evade his attacks in hopes of not getting the brains scattered about the floor, Ahmet sighed. They didn't have time for this.
Reaching into his pocket, the man withdrew the shock collar and pressed the button in three short bursts. Perhaps that would be enough to temporarily subdue and get the patients attention.
"I'm afraid you don't have the power to do anything Patient 4310258629087," he spoke flatly approaching the glass though it was no surprise the patient probably couldn't hear him, probably.
The scientists took their chance then, trusting the guards to hold Feral as still as possible as they began to withdraw the vials of blood. They worked quickly from multiple points this time, their fear causing them to rush. They pricked both arms to get done in twice the amount of time and there would be no bandaids or cookies either. Of course Benici didn't care, so long as they left him intact and got proper samples.
The short bursts of shocks emitted by the collar had certainly gotten his attention and had made it much easier for the other scientists to get to work as the guards secured him, holding him steady. It wasn't nearly as painful as the constant shock treatment the guards typically gave him, but it was no better appreciated, Feral glaring out the tank then for the source of his discomfort. Cocky son of a bitch. He didn't hear a word though and that was probably a good thing. Then again, Ahmet was right. He really didn't have the power to stop this. And with each session of his blood being drawn, his chances of fighting back were only going to get more slim.
Not really interested in taking their time either, the scientist had almost too eagerly pricked him with the needles, causing Feral to jerk, only causing him more pain as the motion drove the needles deeper. At that point, he really didn't want to figure out how much more painful digging out said needles would be if they broke off. So he begrudgingly remained still, making the process that much more easier for them.
Feral's eyes watered, breathing heavily again. Hyperventilating? Perhaps. But the scientists didn't relent, wanting to get Ahmet his results without keeping him waiting much longer. Besides that, after his struggle, they likely just wanted to get out as soon as possible. If nothing else, ending it quickly would help him in the end, right?
With the two needles drawing blood, the process had went much faster than before and the scientists would be the first to leave, wanting to get out their samples before Feral could thrash about again and likely ruin it. More importantly, they wanted to save their skins as well. The guards would remain a bit longer, waiting till they were safely out before they'd even let up on Feral. Of course at that point the beast seemed to be in a weakened state, barely resisting them and struggling more with keeping conscious. Still, they knew it was only temporary and were eager to get out themselves.
"I'll... kill you..." he growled weakly, still being adamant about that. They'd slip up one day and that'd be their last mistake.
Ahmet met Feral's gaze without sympathy. For now, the boy was no more than an object in his eyes, no different then the monkeys or menagerie pets they tested on from time to time. He watched without pity as the scientists did their work, his gaze flickering to his chart from time to time. He was a soulless man, and yet twenty-four hours from now if he wasn't already asleep he'd be drinking to quench his uneasy. He'd probably be wallowing in pity and sympathy for the boy he stared so coldly at now. But emotions were nothing but a hindrance in his field of work. He learned to shut them out when he could really.
As the patient grew compliant to the treatment, Ahmet wondered for a moment if they had broken him. It would be nice if the boy would simply let things be as they were and stop hindering their tests. But after a lingering stare, Ahmet decided he must just be feeling faint from the blood loss.
When the scientists had retrieved the much-needed samples, Ahmet strode over. The air around them prickled in his throat and he could only assume a few chemicals lingered on their suits. "Blood over there," he motioned towards a separate tray that had already been pre-labeled. His assistant must have done so while they'd been getting Feral into the tank. Casting a glance to the guards that had been injured so far, he pointed at them before motioning towards the door. "Get out. Please send someone to replace you." While it may have sounded as if they'd lost their jobs, he was only seeking to replace them with fresh guards who weren't hurt. "Be sure to visit the infirmary before you take a break," He added. Not only was he telling them to get medical attention, he was giving them a break! Was he showing concern? Hardly. What use would half-dead guards be to him after all?
Turning to the scientist at the panel, Ahmet gave a nod to commence the next experiment. Just like the first time, the pipes hissed to life, stabilizing the environment before sucking out and blowing in an assortment of new chemicals. Crossing his arms, Ahmet waited with a sigh, praying for good results.
Fortunately for the ones currently stuck in the tank with him, Feral was a bit tired by time they'd finished, that dizziness sitting in again as he closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, flinching a bit as they pulled the needles out of his arms and made their mistake. He kept muttering the same thing over and over, as if he was trying to keep himself conscious. Things might have been easier if he did just succumb to the darkness for a while, but it could also get worse. After all, he wouldn't be able to stop them if they tried anything else, something that could be irreparable. He had to keep alert and make sure he survived this hell, that way when the time came, he could finally escape.
For now though, he had to rest a bit, as much as he didn't want to show weakness, in front of these people especially. So as soon as they could, the guards would move to leave and Feral barely put up a fight, remaining on the floor. He wasn't getting out yet anyway. Almost as soon as they stepped out the door was shut again, leaving him no real time to react even if he wanted to.
Again he'd hear the sound from the pipes, alerting him to the fact he wasn't done yet. Great. He rolled onto his stomach by then, covering his nose and mouth with his arms, as if it would spare him from whatever chemical they had coming next. Unfortunately his lungs would need oxygen eventually and he'd have to breath in the chemicals once again. He groaned after he took in a deep breath, the scent of this one only slightly better than the last. It didn't appear to have no immediate effect though and eventually he pushed himself to his hands and knees, arms shaking a bit beneath his own weight.
His injections were already getting quite sore and the blood loss was doing a number on him, but he eventually managed to push himself up enough that he was now sitting on his haunches, squinting as he looked up to the pipes that... almost seemed to be moving? Odd. He wasn't sure if that was the dizziness or whatever chemical he was breathing, but didn't care enough to wait and find out, the lights becoming painful, piling on a headache on top of everything else.
Instead he moved his eyes to look outside the tank, attempting to shield himself from the glare as he examined the white coats and guards, much how like they were doing to him. He didn't understand this at all. Then again, he admittedly didn't understand many of the tests he endured, but this once seemed to be the most confusing of all. What were they even trying to gain here? Sadly when he looked out to them, it appeared to be more than he recalled. He was seeing double. What the fuck was happening? Well before he could even question that, he'd open his mouth only to clench it shut, covering his mouth with his hand as he tried to hold in his lunch, eventually managing to swallow it back down with a shiver. "Shit..!" he gasped out. That orange juice didn't taste as good a second time...
As the pipes began spewing gases, Ahmet looked up from his chart. The man looked pleased to see Feral was not dead yet. Well, as pleased as one could with such a cold stone expression. He began to jot down observations on his chart, unaware of Feral's dilemma. So far, so good.
Though when the boy became sick, that was apparently the last straw. The chart nearly cracked beneath Dr.Benici's iron grip and he spun around, stalking over to the panel. Shouldering the other man aside, he flipped off all the switches having the pipes filter out the bad air with new air. The vents also began to shoot out blasts of air and water to 'clean' the chemicals off the boy.
While the remaining scientists stood in an uneasy silence, Dr.Benici went to gather the blood samples. He took each vial and studied it closely before setting it back down. The only sound came from the vivarium as it tried to administer 'care' to the patient caught inside.
The damn boy couldn't even give him a proper result. The chemicals hadn't killed him of course, but it would do them no good if he wasn't alive and well. With Feral in such a sorry state, any further test results would likely be skewed and, of course, Ahmet blamed the boy's composure on the guards, not like drawing fourteen vials of blood had anything to do with it.
The man said nothing to reassure his peers as he hung up the chart, stomping towards the door. Before he left, he motioned to Feral quite distastefully as if the boy had lost any favor he might have had. "Draw seven vials of blood, then have him scrubbed down and put in isolation for twenty-four hours. Then to the infirmary. We will resume this experiment in three days." Then he was gone, closing the door firmly behind him.
The isolation was not meant to punish the poor boy, but to ensure all the chemicals and radiation made its way out of his system. They couldn't have him infecting other people now could they? Well, he doubted the patient would believe he had the interest of others at heart. It hardly mattered.
While his assistant fumbled to gather what blood samples there already were, it was up to the rest of the faculty to transport the patient into isolation. Great.
His throat burned, his stomach ached, all in all Feral was just having an awful time. He kept his eyes closed though, the only thing preventing him from getting even worse, preventing the room from spinning. He only sat there for a few seconds, however, when he heard the machinery overhead start working again. Soon the air was being replaced, but Feral didn't enjoy it very long when he was sprayed with water. It was likely to 'help' him, of course, but the surprise shower was not appreciated when he was already having trouble keeping his balance. He simply had to deal with it though, using his remaining strength to keep himself steady until everything finally stopped, Feral spitting water out of his mouth as he panted.
He still couldn't hear anything, but when his eyes rose again he saw Dr. Benici leaving the room, ordering the remaining faculty something he couldn't make out. Were they done? If only he were that lucky. No instead, once the man left, they turned their direction to the patient and Feral recognized the needles on their way, backing himself into the back of the tank once more. They were going to drain him at this rate! Unfortunately there wasn't much he could do to prevent it from happening a third time and once they were done, he could barely keep his eyes open, his movements sluggish.
After getting cleaned, they ended up throwing on his clothes again, a far easier task thanks to his state, and after binding him for safety precautions, they drag him off towards isolation. He faintly realized where they were heading, but eventually exhaustion had finally crept up on him and despite his best efforts, he passed out. Probably for the best, really. He'd need all the rest he could get before his next visit.
Tossed inside and locked away, they wouldn't have to deal with him for twenty-four hours at least? Of course, they weren't looking forward to having to deal with him again once he actually woke up.
Patient 4310258629087 was being dealt with, that's what Dr.Benici had been told. With the exception of one day of forced rest - which had been spent drinking, reading articles, and conspiring drunken theories with the wall - Dr.Benici had spent every waking moment pouring over the patient's test results. If the patient didn't respond well to all of the experiments, he wouldn't be their scapegoat. Though he had survived in conditions that would kill a normal human being, earth would not be a fit place to live should everyone feel like they were inhaling poison and unable to hold their stomach for more than a few minutes.
So it was back to the drawing board but Patient 4310258629087's experiment and test results still proved to be better than any of the others. It seemed Ahmet was stuck with Feral and vice versa, so the head scientist had decided to try the same experiment with different chemical changes and alterations.
He'd already had the vivarium's prepped and a few scientists stood by a table waiting to draw blood from the patient who had yet to be brought in. Ahmet and a few scientists had spent hours studying the patient's blood had shown them a lot, but nothing particularly helpful. So this time around they would be focusing their attention on MRIs, CATscans, and Xrays. It would be tedious dragging the freak out each and every single time, but as Dr.Benici had coldly pointed out, they no longer had a choice.
The man stood at the edge of the examination room, going over a chart that held the patient's previous results. One of his many minions rallied a sizeable group of guards to fetch the patient at once. This time, Ahmet did not confiscate the shock collar switch, but the man had made clear earlier if they did anything to ruin his results, he would ruin them. Considering he experimented on people almost every day, most if not all of them were smart enough to comply to his orders.
Feral did not have the greatest awakening, finding himself in isolation for no apparent reason. It took him a while to remember what had happened, but with the bruised injections on his arms, it didn't take too long. And he had plenty of time to reflect on it until they came to free him, as usual the beast being a bit more compliant when it came to getting out of there. A visit to the infirmary, then three days of recovering, Feral was mostly back to normal, though perhaps a tad paranoid.
Oh, he knew something was up. Since that experiment with the tanks, the faculty members had been eyeing him a lot more than usual. If nothing else, it prevented him from causing trouble, knowing there were so many watchful eyes on him. Perhaps if he 'behaved' they'd leave him alone eventually. Exact opposite, actually.
He didn't struggle, much, and eventually found himself dragged to the examination room again. He was not fond of it, clearly by the look on his face, but he decided he needed to save his energy. He made the mistake last time and could do nothing. Besides, if the white coats didn't think they were in danger, perhaps they'd let their guard down? So he was willing to play the wounded or broken part just for today, keep some sense so that he could find a possible way to escape, though he already knew a bit of what was in store for him and didn't look forward to more needles, his bruises barely faded yet.
The guards seemed happy though, not having to resort to the shock collar and thus not having to suffer Benici's wrath would it have messed with the results. Some even joked that the chemicals might have made him more compliant, only for Feral to snarl at the suggestion. Still, he wasn't putting up as much of a fight today at least but it was best not to bet on that lasting long, so they hurriedly made their way to the familiar room, holding Feral steady and keeping him from turning and making a run for it. They'd even acquired a muzzle to keep him from biting anyone again with those razor teeth.
"You look absolutely ridiculous." Those were Benici's first words upon seeing the muzzled teen. But the Head Scientist didn't complain any further, holding his tongue which was probably for the best. He hadn't been bitten the last time or suffered from the patient's violent temper. Of course, he would think the muzzle was ridiculous and unnecessary!
"I hope you've rested Patient 4310258629087," he turned to set the chart on the nearest table, slipping his hands into his lab coat for something to do. "Today is going to be a long day." He ignored the odd looks given because it didn't matter what his peers thought of him. When did the man frequent chatting with patients? Never. Maybe he was hoping some casual chit-chat would loosen the boy up? Hardly, Feral already seemed compliant enough.
But the mysterious man had something up his sleeve as he motioned to the nearby machines. "We're going to start with a few standardized tests and then we will move on to something more....riveting." He finished. Had he not rebuked his scientists the other day for treating the patient like some paranoid child?
Ahmet wasn't trying to tame the beast though the man was thoughtfully trying to eliminate as many unwanted factors as possible so he could obtain the most raw and perfect results. If he walked the kid through everything that would be done to him, would it change the way he reacted? Perhaps without the fear and confusion addling his brain things would change. But then again, perhaps not.
As Benici strode away he motioned for the scientists to begin the tests. Xrays, MRIs, CATscans, he walked the patient through everything giving him simple but unimportant details as if he was a five-year-old and didn't need to have everything explained. The Scientist kept to himself the 'why's', but answered most of the unspoken 'what's'. What is this thing here? What will it do to you? Harmless questions like that.
When he'd found he'd given a sufficient explanation, he stood back and allowed the tests to take place. If all went well and Patient 4310258629087 was compliant, they would be moving onto the Vivarium's in no time.
Feral's brows furrowed in annoyance at the first words that came out of the man's mouth. Yes, it wasn't exactly his favorite accessory, and he could do without the critique. Unless he planned on removing it, he'd rather the white coat shut him up and leave him alone. Was he less of a danger like this? To an extent. He wouldn't be biting off chunks of humans unfortunate enough to get too close, but he was still rather strong and had been known to snap bones in two if given enough leverage. But with so many guards to subdue him, the chances of him injuring anyone was less likely... They hoped, at least.
This scientist was awfully chatty, he realized, and at first Feral looked skeptical, not saying much. What was this guy's motive? He might have asked but he had a good feeling it wouldn't result in anything, so he simply held his tongue, up until he noticed the new machinery and whatnot. He hadn't expected much, but was surprised when his questions were met with answers! Well... some of them. Still, knowing a little of what was going kind of put him at ease? He still wasn't happy about all this, but it made him a little less anxious and that was noticeable as his tense muscles had loosened up a bit. He was no less alert, of course, but he wasn't panicked either. It seemed to have worked, even if he showed that temper occasionally when someone got too close for his liking, or thought for a moment that he was someone they shouldn't be worried about. Without the use of his teeth, though, he seemed a bit less threatening and he of course was not too thrilled about it.
Eventually the far more simple tests had ended and it was time to move on. Honestly he hoped the rest were as bearable (save the MRI which made him feel a tad claustrophobic), though he knew better than to believe that. After all, the guy was strangely being... well strange. There had to be a reason for that. It couldn't be genuine, obviously! Sure enough, he was lead to the vivariums again and he did put up a bit of a fight then, knowing that they were be doing the same thing again. Unfortunately for him, he'd get in there eventually. He at least got to lose the muzzle? Still not impressed as he glared out of the tank, casually glancing towards the pipes and fully expecting more chemicals. Though, honestly, he'd rather take his chances with them rather than the needles.
