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.
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Many of the faculty members had grown up outside of the Compound. They'd grown up in normal homes with normal families. So they knew the misery of an angry parent. Most of the faculty could identify with the feeling of dread when their mother returned from home in nothing short of a bitchy mood. Once mother was cranky, then father became cranky too. And before you knew it, the who household was a miserable snappy place to be. That was exactly how many of the faculty felt the past few days.
The end of the month was drawing near which meant it was time for Dr.Benici to submit to the government a report on the previous month's results. Should their report prove useful, they would be allowed to continue delegating their tasks as they had done the previous month and the month before that. But should the government not like what he had to say, the compound would be shut down.
Ahmet Benici had been in a very sensitive mood. He snapped at everyone and anyone and grew temporarily enraged if they came to him with anything but good news. Desperate to pull together a good report after a bad month of results, the man had found himself in one of the research labs, a cup of cold coffee into his left and a stack of unread files to his right.
The man had spent the past seventy-two hours pouring over the files with little rest or sleep. He searched for any inconsistency and trend that the other scientists may have overlooked. Like a bitchy mom, he snapped and growled at anyone who approached him and it went without saying everyone's jobs were at stake.
The man was nearing his last straw when he stumbled upon something rather particular. Patient 4310258629087, otherwise known as Asher though Dr.Benici didn't care for the boy's name. He didn't name them, it was always the petty caretakers in the nursery who insisted they not treat them as animals.
As the man began a thorough search through Feral's file, he found himself taking slow sips of the bitter cold drink. His eyes glittered with speculation, the wheels of his mind beginning to churn. It took him a little over an hour to scan the patient's information and almost the moment he finished, he slammed the porcelain cup against the counter calling out to his assistant.
The woman came scurrying almost immediately, her face creased with worry as she came to a stuttering stop at his side. "Yes, sir?"
She really needn't fear for her job. It wasn't right to fire his own mother. Clearly Benici was a man greatly concerned with ethics. "Patient 4310258629087, where is he?" He demanded.
The woman was completely silent until she managed a peek at the file. "You mean A-
"Patient 4310258629087." The man insisted on calling him by his Identification number and he spewed the numerical nonsense by heart.
The woman rushed through her clipboard before she disappeared, returning moments later with a new file. "He should be in his ward right now." She finally said after many stressful difficulties.
Should be? Should be was not good enough for him."Dumb bitch," the man sneered rudely. Snatching the patient's file off the counter, he stormed out of the lab. "Have my team prep examination room 107," He added before he left.
The man had no fear of the freaks. Though hidden behind his cool facade, he held some intrigue for them. Should Patient 4310258629087 be as promising as he hoped, this month could end well for the Compound. Unfortunately for Feral he wouldn't be making the trip to his ward alone. As he strode down the hallway several guards flocked the man dutifully, ensuring he was safe from 'potential attackers'.
Patient 4310258629087 was in fact in his ward, lying comfortably on his bed and glaring up at the ceiling as his mind raced. The day wasn't even quite over yet, but he'd already done quite a bit. From snooping around to wandering through nearly every room and ever hall accessible to him, scoping the place out. There were of course a few close calls here and there, namely due to his tendency to get into fights.
Fortunately he hadn't been caught which was likely due to the fact that the Compound, or mainly the faculty members were all quite hectic these past couple of days. Obviously they were starting to get aggressive for some reason, flustered, but they also appeared to be quite busy and almost seemed to be slipping up on their jobs. A perfect opportunity to make an escape? He thought so. But four-eyes had insisted that it wasn't the right time and unfortunately he had to simply accept it, growling at the thought.
It was frustrating, to say the least. He wanted to escape so he no longer felt controlled, but to do that, he almost felt like he was still being controlled by the very person who insisted he shouldn't be bossy. Figures. As rebellious as he was, for once he had to learn to swallow his pride. Like it or not, Flint seemed to be better at planning than he was. On top of that, he had his shield which could be his only way out of there, so he would have to simply bite his tongue and play along until he was outside of these damned walls.
Feral didn't know what exactly lied out there, but he liked to imagine it. In contrast to these cold and bleak walls, he pictured bright, overwhelming colors and all sorts of amazing smells. Plenty of places to go, with absolutely no restrictions, and he could do whatever he wanted without repercussion! Or at least that was how he pictured it, and it certainly appeared to be far more appealing than the Compound at any rate.
Unfortunately, with his day-dreaming, he had nearly missed a party arriving right at his door, growling loudly when he spotted movement outside it. Of course someone would come to fuck up his day. He'd be surprised to find it was actually the head honcho though. Would it really change his behavior? Hardly. But obviously the man had anticipated this, bringing along enough guards that would unfortunately be able to handle him. Even though clearly outnumbered, Feral would hardly go without some sort of fight, not eager to be poked and prodded. That much would seem obvious by that snarl of his, the young man having already gotten out of his bed, prepared to fend off anyone who dared stepped inside.
Little did Feral know, any hope of a good day was swiftly coming to an end. As they reached the White Ward, Ahmet Benici was aware of the still silence that fell across the halls they walked. Freaks who weren't inside their rooms timidly stopped to stare, jaws dropping before scrambling to safety behind their closed doors. Guards stood attention, no longer lingering in lax positions, forgetting the conversations they once had. It was a rare gift for Benici to visit any ward. Well, it was rare for him to visit any freak in person. The man was somewhat of a legend, a ghost around the Compound who remained elusive to most who sought him out. He appeared to patients usually when they were in some delusion on the operating table or occasionally poked his head in during one of their examinations. He was rarely around for the faculty who sought his advice, always locked away in one of the elaborate operation rooms or hunched over in one of the labs, studying results. But today, Ahmet was visiting a patient in their own ward? This was something new. Either someone was in a lot of trouble or... well, there was no good alternative to a visit from the Head of Compound himself. The man stared coolly at the Freaks brave enough to stare back. His frigid demeanor and passive stare were mostly unchallenged. Few had the courage to glare back but when the man would pause, their gazes were quickly averted. Benici almost demanded dominance. He was the head of the compound. He was the alpha male, the top dog, whatever you wanted. As they came to a stop outside Feral's door, the man motioned impatiently to the guards. "Hurry up." His voice had a hard edge to it and the guards scrambled to comply. Perhaps this would be an experiment in and of itself. Who were the guards scared of most? Himself or Patient 4310258629087. The freak had a collar on so the experiment results would be skewed. And though Benici had contemplated the idea on his brisk walk here, he didn't really care to find out. He sought more rewarding results. As the guards burst through his door, Ahmet stood in the doorway, the folder and his hands clasped behind his back. The guards had several bands to restrain Feral with, those made of hard metal that sinched tighter whenever one moved. "Patient 4310258629087, I hope you don't have any plans this afternoon. We're going to be spending some time together." The man stared at Feral hard, as though he wasn't truly seeing him. No sign of tiredness lingered in his features now, his feet planted firmly and chin held up as though to establish who was in control here. Feral probably wouldn't like that. He knew, he'd read the boy's file. No sooner had the words left his mouth, the guards had leaped into action in an attempt to restrain the freak. One of them stood nearby holding down the button to activate his shock collar while four others pounced. However the moment Benici heard the collar go off, he turned to the guard in a fury, snatching the button from his grip and deactivating the shock collar. "What do you think you're doing?" He spat. The guard looked put out and slightly terrified. Gulping he forced himself to meet the man's gaze. "Subduing the patient sir." "By electrocuting him? What are you trying to do? Ruin my test subjects?" By now the other guards had enough sense to stop what they were doing...or perhaps it was a lack of sense. "Can you electrocute a student and then send them into an examination room hoping them to pass? No! They must be preened, prepped, pampered so they are at their best! Any other attempt is nugatory! Meaningless!" Spittle flew from the man's lips as he jabbed his finger into the guards chest. When the scientist calmed down, he glared daggers at the guard before turning to the others. "Do not bring me dead samples." He growled. The guard opened his mouth trying to make some point that would save his ass. "They're going to end up subdued once they get to their operation sir, won't they?" Benici's eyes glittered with hatred, but this debate was hindering what he came to do. "Do you know what electricity does to your body? To your muscles? To your blood? Your brain? Who designed these damn collars? Perhaps you'd like to try his for a day?" He pointed to Feral without gif the boy a glance. Of course Ahmet himself had designed the collars, but he hadn't intended for the guards to use them for convenience. Thankfully the man only dipped his head in submission and Ahmet turned his attention back to Patient 4310258629087. "Get him." He waved the guards away with a hand. He still held the shock collar switch, but if he didn't have to use it, he wouldn't. Guards were replaceable, so long as they got Feral to the examination room without ruining him.
Sure enough, there was a whole crew to greet him, rudely barging into his room with bands to bind him and he distinctly recognized the device in one of the other guard's hands. Great. What did he do this time? Of course, recognizing the white coat, he had a pretty good idea what was going on but certainly wasn't having it. But it appeared they were prepared for this, not going to take no for an answer, but that didn't mean Feral would simply give up. He just had to get that remote from the guards and none of these bastards would be able to contain him. Unfortunately, the guard had wisely stuck behind the others, making it difficult to get to him in one clean sweep. His eyes narrowed at the thought, drifting over to the scientists who addressed him. Spending time together, eh? He had been correct in his assumptions. "Fuck off." he snarled, glaring at the man right in the eyes. He wasn't as timid as the other patients, clearly, and didn't appear to be intimidated by this cold looking man. Of course even he couldn't deny feeling a shiver run down his spine the way the other looked at him. But he wasn't about to back down.
Sadly not long after those words came out were the guards on the move. He didn't even really have a chance before the beep would sound off and a painful shock would nearly send him to his knees. Feral growled defiantly, determined to keep standing, but he couldn't even move a muscle. He didn't know if he would consider himself quite fortunate or not when the collar was actually turned off, Feral dropping to all fours as his muscles shook, barely registering the argument going on as he tried to regain composure. At the very least, the argument between the faculty gave him enough time to catch his breath and soon Feral was back to his feet again, backed up to the wall as he watched the scene before him.
The scientist was actually chewing out the guards? Fucking idiots couldn't even work together, he thought with bitter amusement. The white coat even threatened the guard who'd shocked him, proposing he should try on his collar for a day. Had he not still been angry about not only being interrupted, but electrocuted as well, he might have liked to see such a thing. However the amusement would be short lived. Even with the disarray, the plan was still on and he'd send the guards after him again.
Though a bit shaken by the shock, Feral was still adamant about not making this easy for anyone. His chances of actually getting out of this were slim to none, but he was going to go down fighting if anything. So as the guards made their approach, the snarling beast glared between them before lunging for the one nearest to him, taking a swing at him with his fangs bared. It'd be quite a bit more difficult to subdue him without the benefit of shocking him, but with so many guards, he knew his odds weren't too good.
But after managing to knock one of the guards off his feet, he pounced onto him. He put in a good effort, attempting to bind him even when being attacked, but Feral would take a bite out of the man's hand first, making him drop the metal band he had as he cried out. Being bitten, by Feral no less, was not a pleasant experience, especially since he had the tendency to tear into it as much as he could, making it all the more painful. But while he was busy with the one guard, the other's swooped in and though they'd get a few hits and slashes themselves, eventually they'd manage to get the upper-hand through numbers alone. Before long, Feral would be on the ground, cringing as he struggled in the binds that only grew tighter and made his breathing heavy. All the while he continued to growl, gnashing his teeth in that dreadful manner. But he wouldn't be doing too much, unable to really move. "Fuck..." he groaned. He could at least take pride in knowing he got a good bite out of one of them, the very guard still grunting and whimpering in pain as he put pressure on the bite.
Ahmet watched Feral with a consistent bland stare. The man never flinched at the patient's crass language, nor did he offer the slightest of frowns. He only sighed as the patient began to maul one of the guards. Rather unfortunate, Benici supposed. But did the scientist move to help? Did he flick the switch to activate the boy's collar? Of course not. Why ruin his results for the life or comfort of one of the brainless guards. They were easily replaced, the patients, not so much. It took twelve years to reproduce another patient worthy of tested on. And though the nurseries were constantly being replenished, it was a time factor Benici couldn't rely on.
When at last Feral had been contained, Ahmet snorted, folding his hands behind his back. His smoldering gaze drifted over the rather sorry looking guards before he sighed. "Could you all have been more dramatic?" He muttered sarcastically, his words not meant to be heard by the oafs behind him as he turned and lead the way out.
Ahmet strode with confidence the guards wouldn't set Feral loose. That would be an unfortunate day considering nothing shielded the boy's razor teeth and the scientist seemed unwilling to use the shock collar. Some freaks cracked their doors open, peering fearfully at the procession that made their way from the White ward. Without paying them a sliver of attention, Benici headed to the examination room. He wouldn't be dissecting Feral today. Well, at least not yet. But being cut open was not always the most painful of experiments and what Ahmet had in mind could pose a serious threat to the boy's life. Did he care? Only if Patient 4310258629087 proved to be their savior.
Examination room seven was not like the others. It was as large -if not lager- then some of the Compound laboratories. It contained several glass vivariums, each reinforced and as durable as the strongest of metals. They sat no more then six feet apart from each other and each was roughly ten by ten feet in height and width. At the roof of each container were a set of blaring lights couple with open pipes that resembled faucets of sorts. The piping arched from the vivarium roofs creating a messy tangle above the Examination room ceiling. There were several office chairs and desks for the scientists, a few cupboards and, of course, examination tables.
Stepping around the assortments of equipment, Dr.Benici found his team of scientists were already waited for him, anxiously surveying a copy of the patient's records. It was clear by their nervous and blank faces, neither of them knew why they were here, or why Feral was here. But their timidity gave way the obvious. They weren't going to ask.
"Strap him down there," Ahmet motioned off to the side, hardly turning to the guards he spoke to. The metal examination table nearby was equipped with all the straps and toys to immobilize Feral completely, hopefully.
They might not have heard the comment, but Feral certainly had. Of course it was difficult to tell if he was growling out of insult or simply growling at the situation as a whole. Both worked, in all honesty, but he hadn't the time to complain as he was roughly hoisted up and lead out of his room, out into the long hall that made the White Ward, even shooting glares to any of the other patients who simply watched. They were quite fortunate he could barely even move, as at this rate he might have lashed at anyone who happened to be in his way, starting with the boss up ahead for effectively fucking up his day. But unfortunately those chances seemed just about as bleak as the chances of escaping whatever his plans were.
Sure enough, he looked around as he was lead towards the examination rooms, not looking particularly pleased at all at the thought of where this might be going. Yes, even the bold Feral could get a little worried when it came to experiments and the like. It wasn't as if these scientists were exactly gentle by any means, and he hasn't had the best experience with any of them. Just looking at this white coat, he didn't imagine this would be any better.
As they arrived at what would be his room, he realized he hadn't actually been in this one before. At least, he didn't remember such a large, imposing room. Yeah. He definitely wasn't going to like this one, and not even a second after they entered the room, Feral was struggling again, a rather futile effort at this point as the bands had gotten so tight he could barely move an inch. That didn't stop him from thrashing about though, even managing to headbutt a guard right in the nose, feeling just a small amount of victory at catching his nose had been bleeding. But such victory was short lived as, despite his efforts, he was eventually brought in and they had instructed to strap him down.
Not exactly an easy effort, to say the least, and it took them a bit to even get him to lie on top of the table, let alone strap him down. But by time they were finished, Feral was tightly strapped down, panting heavily as he hopelessly tugged at the binds. Though they strained a bit at his strength, almost even looking like they might break, they were strong enough to keep him down. For now, especially when all his thrashing had left him winded. Didn't think that one through too well. His brows furrowed at the thought, the beast gritting his teeth as he gave it one last attempt, trying to pry himself off the table, only to fall back down, leaving him dizzy, his chest heaving. "Fuck..!" he cursed again, the words themselves sounding rather weak. That just made him pissed off all the more.
Ahmet paid very little attention to Feral as he bustled around the boy, pulling up a cart of sharp looking objects and even a few chairs. The man stared hard at the metal bands even going to the length of tapping one to ensure it wouldn't break. He kept the switch in his pocket before trundling off to grab some different equipment.
Ahmet gave little instruction to his subordinates only snapping at the guards to get out of the way and ordering two of the scientists to prepare three of the 'glass tanks' as he called them.
On most days Ahmet Benici abandoned all forms of scientific jargon. What was the point anyway? It was just stupid. Why call something a verrarium when 'tank' was much simpler and less flashy?
As he seated himself next to Feral, he handed the patient's file to his assistant scientist. "Bring me the needles please." Though he gave no specification, the woman knew exactly what he sought.
She was quick to bring him a pair of gloves, a vacutainer and a needle and tube guide. With expertise Ahmet Benici began to prepare the needles, having his assistant bring six more vials to the tray. "Thank you," Dr.Benici would draw no more than a pint of blood from the patients if need be. Even a pint could be too much if they did it too frequently. But unfortunately for Feral, he intended over the course of the next few experiments to do exactly that.
Each vacutainer would only hold .5 fluid ounces, so the man had the opportunity to fill at least thirty-two before it would be time to stop.
"You're going to want to sit still Patient 4310258629087." He murmured coldly, readying the needle at last. "If this needle breaks in your arm you will be in a considerable amount of pain when I dig it out."
Everything hurt, Feral realized. The shock didn't help him any, and those bands had practically crushed him before he had reached the examination room. On top of that, he was just plain exhausted, exerting himself far too much when struggling was pretty much pointless. These white coats, as much as he detested them, were no fools. They knew how to take necessary precautions to ensure they got their results. He knew how hopeless he was at this point, but that didn't really seem to stop him from wanting to fight, especially when he heard the word 'needle'.
No-no-no! They were not sticking him with any needles today. Though tired, he struggled anew, desperate to escape. It was no use and through his grunting and grows, pulling desperately at his binds, he eventually fell down again, feeling extremely lightheaded and certainly nauseous. He didn't want to do this, he couldn't do this! But of course, they really didn't care what he wanted. He was their pawn to play with. So even if he tried to beg them to stop, it wouldn't do a thing. As if he'd stoop that low to begin with. Just the mere passing thought made him angry, the prideful Feral not wanting to have to beg, especially to these low lives. Of course when his eye caught the needle, his resolve did waver a bit. Oh shit...
Sit still? Who did this guy think he was talking to? Feral grit his teeth, trying to mask his fear with more anger. "Keep that thing away from me!" he snarled. Of course he probably seemed a little less threatening strapped to a table, especially considering the guy didn't seem to be afraid of him to begin with.
Yeah, the thought of the guy having to dig out the needle didn't sound too pleasant, but that was implying Feral would even let him get that far! Of course, his movement was quite limited, so though he may jerk about, he was not going anywhere anytime soon. He could fight all he wanted but that needle was definitely going to get to him, and the realization made him grow sick at the pit of his stomach, dreading every second the needle got closer.
At Feral's snarl, Dr.Benici sighed heavily. He didn't see what the problem was. It wasn't as if he was about to stick a giant needle into the boy. The sharp object itself was minuscule, though the size of the vacutainer was not. Still, the needle was hardly something to terrorize an individual. People got pints of blood drawn all the time. Although Feral wouldn't have this outside world knowledge, Ahmet did not have any motivation to assure him.
The man gripped Feral's arm tightly, thumbing the inner crook of his elbow. He waved his assistant over, allowing her to tie even more bands around the boy. These were just rubber, though, meant to ease the flow of blood into the vacutainer.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Benici's monotone voice was the last few words the man offered before pricking the boy with the needle.
"You might feel a slight pinch-" the assistant scientist began only shrinking beneath Benici's withering glare.
A slight pinch? Well, no freaking duh. He was sticking a needle in the boys arm. But rather then reprimand the scientist and remind him this boy was only a test subject, no more than results and numbers on a page and not some little boy who needed reassurance, Ahmet just turned back to the needle with a shake of his head.
He kept a firm grip on Feral's arm, watching the vacutainer tube suck in the boy's blood and slowly draw it into the vacutainer.
And of course no one would listen, Feral growling in frustration as the man grabbed his arm tight, another white coat making their way over to tie some bands around as well. He struggled a bit but with his movements being a bit sluggish and the man's grip on his arm, he didn't really succeed much in dodging the needle. Slight pinch his ass! Actually it probably would have been if he wasn't psyching himself out, tensing up, but no it actually didn't feel too pleasant and the beast's growls were mixed with whimpers as he turned his head, unable to look at it. Over exaggerating? Perhaps. But a fear of needles does that for you.
Fortunately, though not really the most comfortable sensation, it didn't really hurt much after that, though he could swear he felt the blood being drawn, not even looking at it at first. But eventually he managed to bring his eyes back towards the two he now despised with a passion, which wasn't really much different than it had already been. Feral purposely avoided looking down to his arm though, knowing the sight of it would just freak him out even more. He was already feeling quite nauseous and focusing on anything was getting increasingly difficult with how fuzzy his mind felt at the moment. It was a surprise he hadn't passed out, though he was really holding on, trying to defy everything about this. Being asleep for the rest of this would only make this easier for them, likely, and it could also mean risking more procedures that he wouldn't be able to fight against.
"What... the fuck are you doing?" he growled weakly, clenching his eyes shut for a moment to rid himself of a dizzy spell. He was not really expecting answers but was still willing to ask anyway. It wasn't unusual for his blood to be drawn (though still had yet to be desensitized to it, obviously) but even he knew that this wasn't that simple and actually dreaded what was in store for him next.
Ignoring Feral's grunts -he was always ignoring Feral wasn't he?- Ahmet Benici worked swiftly. The man exchanged the vacutainers with swift precision, removing his grip from the patient's arm when he felt it no longer needed to be there. He became aware of the boy's docility which wasn't necessarily a good thing for the tests he had in store.
"Get our patient and orange juice, please." The scientist spoke without looking up from his work.
"Would you like me to get him some cookies too?" The female scientist asked nervously. She had meant well, of course. The orange juice coupled with cookies should do wonders to boost the boy's glucose levels and hopefully reduce the chance of him passing out.
But as Ahmet had pointed out before, these were not little kids donating blood. These were test subjects, specimens, hardly worthy to be equated to people. Ahmet only needed to glower in silence before the woman bit her tongue, apologizing and scampering away.
The head scientist sighed heavily, rolling his eyes as he exchanged the last vacutainer. Since his assistant had temporarily abandoned her post, he was forced to slip the vial into the rack with the rest of them. When the woman returned with an orange juice box, she'd already unwrapped the straw and set it aside to give to Feral afterward.
As the patient spoke Dr.Benici frowned. "Shut up," He said flatly. He didn't like conversing with patients and it was only because he needed Feral conscious that he hadn't sedated him already.
Finishing up with the vial, Ahmet unhooked it, handing it to the scientist. She handed him a cotton swab, waiting for him to accept it already reaching to grab something else.
Benici applied pressure just above the needle, carefully slipping the needle out, handing it to his assistant. Returning he pressed his fingers against the swab before withdrawing. As he handed the swab to the female scientist, he saw she was holding something else out to him. A band-aid? Not only a band-aid but it was pink.
Seeing the look her boss gave him, the woman ducked her head in embarrassment. "It's the only color this room seems to have-
"He doesn't need a band-aid," Dr.Benici growled, getting to his feet. He took the collection of vials away, sticking them in one of the fridges.
For a scientist, the woman was really nice to the patients. She applied the circular pink band-aid over the prick wound offering Feral a hesitant and apologetic smile. Taking the juice box from the tray, she placed the straw as close as she dared to his mouth.
Feral's breathing was gradually growing more stable, though he was no less exhausted. He felt like he could slip into sleep at any moment, though he wouldn't dare let himself fall like that. In his weariness, he managed to hear an instruction towards the other white coat. Orange juice? Really? Before he could question that the lady ended up suggesting cookies and Feral gave her a look of his own. It wasn't the worst thing by any means, but given the fact he was never really treated kindly, especially not after becoming a freak, he had his doubts about how kind the act actually was and, frankly, kind of found the attempted act to be patronizing. But he'd get no cookies, though he doubted he would have eaten them anyways, the head honcho here making sure of that.
Unsurprisingly, though, his question was met with a very flat "Shut up" that caused the younger man's brows to furrow in annoyance. He didn't reply though, at least not with actual words, just growling more and giving up on getting any sort of info out of this guy. Perhaps the less he knew, the better.
The needle felt no better coming out than it did in. It wasn't exactly painful, but the sensation wasn't all that comforting to his already queasy stomach. He was honestly just glad it was out, hopeful that would be the last needle he'd have to deal with for a while. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down when he caught the gist of another conversation between the two. Something about a band-aid. Of course boss-man wasn't pleased with it, though at this rate he'd be surprised if the fucker was ever, considering he seemed quite annoyed the entire time he'd been in his company.
Despite the refusal, when the main scientist left, the other had come back into view again, Feral flinching away slightly as she went to put the band-aid on him (he didn't seem to be too concerned with the color, or even really noticed). She seemed nice, but already so distrustful towards white coats, he wasn't about to buy it. Which is why when she offered him the drink, he turned his head away, snarling. She really ought to be careful, getting that close to him. But once he realized it might help him feel better, he'd reluctantly take the offered drink, emptying the entire box in one swig. It didn't taste like it was spiked with anything, at least, but you couldn't be too sure with these bastards.
Of course, the scientist hadn't expected to earn his trust. She was a woman of morals at least, and felt she had to make up for her bad deeds with even the smallest kind actions. When Feral had finished with the juice box, she tossed it into a nearby garbage waiting patiently for Dr.Benici to return.
The man was standing next to one of the vivariums, inspecting a button panel atop a podium before the class tank. In his hands, he held a chart and was discussing quietly with a few other scientists. When at last he gave Feral the time of day, the he motioned to the guards. "Put him in there." He waved to the first glass tank.
As he spoke, one of his peers toggled a switch and two doors at the side of the tank swung open. With a loud hiss air and steam were released as the vivarium opened itself up. One by one the scientists scurried to slip on gas masks though Dr.Benici made no movement to take one. The man was strolling towards Feral and the guards, pausing a few feet away. "Put his clothes in there and uncuff him once he is in the tank." He pointed to a small metal bin that lay beside the examination table.
The poor guards really had their work cut out for them. Not only was he demanding them to transport Feral once more, they had to undress the boy and uncuff him as well. Dr.Benici would not tolerate any mistakes today and he turned away to discuss the chart with his assistant.
Honestly, Feral was hoping that would be the end of it, even though he knew that wouldn't be the case. All this fuss for some blood? He wasn't that lucky, if you could even call it that. No he knew there was more in store for him, and he wasn't exactly eager to find out what that consisted of. For a little bit, at least, he was given a bit of time to relax, testing his binds again and frowning at how much weaker he felt with a little lack of blood. It wasn't too significant, but any sign of weakness wasn't really that great in Feral's eyes, so needless to say he was irritated. The orange juice wouldn't renew his strength, but it would at least make him feel a little less lightheaded.
Just when he was starting to 'relax' the main white coat had unfortunately returned his attention to the freak, ordering the guards to stick him inside a none too welcoming glass tank. "Fuck me..." he growled lowly to himself, struggling again, though it was considerably weaker than his efforts before. Of course, even then the seasoned guards knew better. Just because he was a little weaker didn't make him any less dangerous and since Benici had taken the controls to his shock collar, they weren't going to have much comfort in subduing him the easy way.
Once he was hoisted to his feet, they'd start the fun task of getting rid of his clothes, Feral not making it too easy for them as one of their hands had gotten close enough and the beast went in for a bite. Fortunately for the guard, he caught the action quick enough thanks to Feral's sluggish movements and instead returned the favor by instinctively punching him in the face. It hurt, to say the least, and had successfully dazed him for a second or so, long enough for them to remove most of his clothing and avoid those teeth, hopeful that Dr. Benici was too distracted to have noticed their roughing him up.
Regardless, he was eventually de-robed, not appearing too shy to be in his nude state but certainly not any less annoyed by the entire situation. They'd waste no time though, not wanting to give Feral enough time to regain enough energy to put up more of a fight. So they'd lead him to the tanks, practically dragging him for the most part due to his refusal to step forward, and once at the doors they'd quickly remove his cuffs and almost immediately shove him inside, giving him no room to turn and make a break for it. As soon as the guards were clear, the doors would shut and Feral would rush to them, beating on the glass. "Get me out of here!" he yelled, his protest likely to be once again ignored. The freak didn't seem to learn.
The head scientists watched the guards struggle, raising a brow when one of them punched the patient. Other then clear his throat loudly, the man did nothing, turning to wander back to the panel. There were several buttons, dials, and switches adorning its surface. After setting the patient's chart where he could see it but wouldn't find it in the way, the man waited for Feral to enter the vivarium.
One of his colleagues offered him a gas mask but he only shook his head. They were a simple safety precaution, one that was unnecessary and would only hinder their tests.
The experiment was simple though with the hostility of the patient he assumed it would take them the rest of the day. Submerging the boy into the sealed tank, Dr.Benici intended to alter the levels of chemicals he was exposed to, whether it was less hydrogen, sulfuric acids, etc. Benici didn't intend to waste time and he already had a list of the most significant changes the world would suffer as well as a smaller list with changes that would significantly affect a certain area.
The vents at the top of the tank would filter or remove the chemicals so those on the outside of the vivarium would be completely safe unless Feral had an affinity to the chemical change and smashed his way out. That was what the gas masks were for but Benici wasn't confident in that level of success. If Feral was able to thrive in such conditions, the patient just might be their ticket to success.
Several scientists stood nearby with clipboards and pens but what idiots they looked like with their gas masks. Ahmet rolled his eyes stepping away from the podium and motioning for one of the other scientists to take control. He intended to watch Feral's progress and with a wave of his hand he motioned for the vivarium lights to be turned on. The harsh beams illuminated all that was in the tank leaving little room for shadows and hidden features.
After each test Benici intended to drag Feral out of the tank to have his blood tested. The man hoped comparing the blood between differing tests would tell them something. And if it didn't, they'd be back at this again this time doing MRI's, CATscans, X-rays, anything to improve their speculations and theories....his speculation and theories. Of course he could always lie in the letter to the government but Ahmet wasn't so daft. He knew like most faculty that spies walked among them and he was always very careful in what he did.
"Commence the first operation." The man spoke coldly watching the scientist flip the switches and dials. The chemical change would be significant enough to kill any normal who went in there, but Ahmet was hoping differently for Feral. Of course he wouldn't let the patient die, but he'd allow him to get close enough. As the scientist activated the chemical change the pipes at the top of the vivarium began to spew colorless chemicals into the tank. Now, it was time for results.
