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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Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Dec 31, 2015 6:58:34 GMT
Reports had been filed, the government had taken the bait, and huzzah! the Compound would be around for a month longer. This seemed to put the Dr.Benici in a good mood, or perhaps his giddiness was attributed to the fact that he intended to run new tests today. And, who else would he summon but his most 'favorite' test subject, patient 4310258629087? Oh yes, Feral would be dragged into the examination room once more, roughly fetched by the guards Dr.Benici had dispatched only seconds ago.
The scientist hovered at the edge of the room, studying their equipment through a set of immaculate spectacles. There would be more chemical testing today, but things had gotten exciting. The vivariums in exam room three were forty by forty feet in size. Their filtering systems were identical to the vivariums in exam room seven, although the staff had dutifully replaced the glass at Ahmet's request. Perhaps their little freak wouldn't break out so easily now.
Glancing down at his chart, a painstakingly long list stared back at him. There were several tables of chemicals, their quantity, and a few notes on how and if patient 4310258629087 had responded to them. Instead of isolating the chemicals, today Benici intended to expose the patient to several of them at once. There was a seventy percent chance it'd kill him but, thirty wasn't too bad. He was feeling risky today, that couldn't be great news for Feral.
But the man's insanity didn't stop there, oh no. It appeared there were no depths to Ahmet's cruelty. A metal table laden with restraints lay across the room. Next to it was a mini refrigerator and a small trolley with several needles and various equipment. His colleagues had been working on a serum, something to aid in the patient's resistance to the chemicals. But, even the serum had never been tested and had several risks on his own. It would either work on a molecular level to filter the good and bad chemicals inside the patient's body, or it would stop his heart...nothing a heart defibrillator wouldn't fix, hopefully. All in all, this had the potential to be a rewarding day for Benici and would most certainly prove a difficult day for his patient. Did it look like he cared? Oh no, he was even whistling while he waited.
You know, it's bad enough dealing with 'punishment' for a period, but ending it, exhausted, just got far worse when you were pulled through another loop. So needless to say, Feral was a bit grumpy when the guards had bothered him again, though this time with the intent to drag him towards the labs. If that didn't put the icing on the cake, nothing would. Fortunately, whatever energy he'd had left was drained rather fast by time they finally reached the examination room, his own strength working against him and making his bindings rather tight on his already sore body.
He panted heavily, eyes downcast and his face effectively hidden by his hair. Beneath it of course was a nice black eye and a busted lip. Did he get the rough treatment already? It was hard to tell if it were fresh or just recent from his earlier sessions with the guards. They were just looking up any reason to let out their pent up aggression, and punishing Feral for his recent behavior was all the excuse they'd needed.
Of all the preparations, one they'd taken care of was getting rid of his new 'claws' which had been a task in itself, trying to get close to him without getting scratched themselves, but the actual clipping part as his nails had gotten stronger and took a bit longer to trim. But he was finally 'de-clawed' making him slightly less dangerous. The shock collar would of course take care of the rest. Since the last activation, his neck had some new scars, self-inflicted by those very same claws they had to get rid of. He didn't seem too eager to go through that again.
By time they finally arrived, Feral had calmed somewhat, as calm as he could possibly be and through no means by his own will. He was just getting too tired to fight it and hated the fact he'd have to resign to his fate, even temporarily. He just had to remind himself he'd use it later on to get back at all these bastards. If he survived, anyway. He frowned at the thought, a growl rumbling in his chest as he heard the whistling as they finally entered the room.
Reluctantly, he'd lift his head just enough to see what they were up to today. His heart sank at the small glimpse he got. He was not looking forward to this, whereas Benici almost seemed thrilled. That alone made him snarl. Fortunately for the big man himself, he wasn't his primary concern at the moment, though that didn't necessarily make him any less hated, especially since he had a chance (even a small one) to actually hurt the scientist, whereas the other Freak was well out of his reach at the moment.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" the beast asked, voice a little hoarse. Probably not the wisest question as the scientist could probably find many other ways to experiment on him, but Feral was getting a bit tired of all the chemicals. It had been a couple weeks since his last tests, but that was still too soon for his liking.
Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Jan 2, 2016 0:39:46 GMT
[ OOC. Happy New Year!]
The expected snarl brought Benici's whistling to a gradual halt. Sharp eyes darted towards Feral meeting his before carefully studying him as if searching for something in particular. A soft grunt of discontent escaped his lips moments later, eyes becoming narrowed slits. Lowering the chart, Dr.Benici strode towards Feral and his little company of guards. The man's apparent disregard towards Feral was interrupted as the patient spoke up. Arching a brow, he refrained from offering the response that came to mind. There were plenty of 'better' things he could do, getting on with their experiment would be just the start. But something else had caught Benici's gaze; something else had prevented him from sending Feral to the exam table.
One hand darted towards the patient, pinching his jaw in a vice-like grip. Holding onto the him, Benici was well aware his hand was at risk; he kept his grip firm as he tilted the patient's head towards the ceiling. His hair would fall away revealing what had caught Benici's eye in the first place. His split lip. Ahmet's own lips curled in a snarl as he spotted the black eye as well. He was no doctor and definitely no forensic expert. He couldn't tell how fresh they were but it didn't take either to discern the man's good mood had evaporated.
Releasing the boy, Ahmet took a safe step back, gripping his chart in both hands. "Patient 4310258629087, would you like to tell me what happened?" His words were slow and halting as he spoke, glaring daggers at Feral's entourage. But the man didn't intend to give Feral a chance to respond. Passing the chart off to another scientist, he folded his hands calmly. "It would seem the lot of you are as stupid as you look." He coolly observed each guard before he continued. "I do not want my test subjects coming to me in need of repairs. This," he flicked a hand towards Feral,"is unacceptable and will no longer be tolerated." Hadn't he already told them he didn't want dead samples? Ugh, he was surrounded by idiots.
His reason for concern had very little to do with Feral's wellbeing and a lot more to do with the longevity of his life. They were about to expose him to multiple chemicals and toxins and now he had an open wound. Chemicals could do various things to the body, to the eyes, the skin, but to the flesh? Well, Benici would rather Feral decayed on his own terms.
Motioning for the scientists to bring Feral to the table, Benici offered the most senior guard a rather vague but cruel warning. "Your eldest daughter is about twelve, isn't she? See to it that I don't lose my patient, they can be quite difficult to replace." He hardly expected an answer, nor did he care for one. For the rest of the faculty, the threat was clear. Twelve was the age patients became eligible for treatment and it seemed Benici wasn't above threatening the children of other's. In fact, many of the faculty already had children amongst the patients. His gaze strayed towards Feral, lingering a few moments as if to ensure he wasn't about to cause him trouble.
Feral didn't expect a response, but clearly he wasn't really the type of person to keep his mouth shut. So when the man stayed silent, Feral's growling continued as he lowered his head again. For a few seconds. His eyes widened as he was grabbed by the chin, forcibly pulled up to face the head scientist and giving him a warning snarl of his own, not fond of the handling at all. Unfortunately that tight grip made it near impossible to make a move. That and the guards were still standing firm at his sides, their grip on his shoulders tightening as a warning to him. One that probably fell flat when Benici opened his mouth, their grips faltering ever so slightly.
It was a good thing the man didn't really wait for a response because Feral didn't seem interested in giving any. What a stupid question. Weren't the whitecoats supposed to be smart? He scoffed at the thought, glaring over to his side at one man in particular. Lot of pent up rage in that one. Ephraim may have rubbed off of him a bit because Feral had no issue taunting him. It of course resulted in his current appearance.
He listened as the man scolded his loyal lackeys, almost finding it amusing, before he was carefully approached by scientists. They still didn't seem too eager to be working with him, but they certainly weren't about to go against Dr. Benici's orders. With the help of a couple guards, he was eventually pulled over to the table, grunting and growling as the guards struggled to hold him down long enough for the straps to lock in place. After the final strap, they backed off, giving the beast a second to hopelessly thrash about and inevitably tire himself out again.
Meanwhile, the senior guard, troubled by the threat, had stayed back for the time being. He debated on excusing any action towards Feral, seeing as the boy had once again tried to kill another patient, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. It'd probably just piss Ahmet off even more and he certainly didn't want to risk losing his daughter to this place.
It didn't matter how many times Feral had to get strapped down or locked up, he'd never desensitize to it, his fear of being trapped far too great. And though clearly uncomfortable, he was forced to calm down, snarling a bit as he tugged at his binds. "B-bunch of fucking cowards..." he growled. Says the kid afraid of being tied up. And it wasn't as if their 'fear' was unjustified. It'd be incredibly stupid and dangerous to work on him while he wasn't subdued in some way.
Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Jan 2, 2016 2:01:35 GMT
When Ahmet was met with no real challenge, he gave a satisfactory nod before 'excusing' himself from the guards' dreary presence. It wasn't much of an excuse, he simply gave them a dismissive wave that seemed to say, 'shoo now' before he turned his back. Stalking over to Feral, he eyed the patient with an impatient frown. "Yes, yes, we're all cowards and you're the only brave honorable soul here." Was he humoring him? Hardly, he was just tired of hearing the same thing over and over again, not to mention impatient to see how today would turn out.
Shuffling towards the mini fridge, Benici pulled open the door to reveal it housed several vials and vacutainers. They wouldn't be using most of them on Feral today. Instead, Ahmet pulled out a cold, metal case. Gingerly setting it on the table, the lid opened with a loud click. Keeping it out of Feral's reach, he pulled out two vacutainers, handing them off to his subordinates to be prepped. Each vial contained 5ml of this unnamed serum. It wasn't a considerable amount, and given they had yet to witness the risks, it was safe to inject less. There were two vials, and there would be one injection on either side of his neck.
"Grab the crash cart please," Ahmet closed the case with care, pulling it off the table and handling it like a briefcase. "This will be exciting," he flashed his patient a rather patronizing look. It was the look doctors gave children when they tried to convince them something very painful would actually be quite fun. It was unlikely 4310258629087 would be fooled, he didn't really care. The facade dropped moments later as the crash cart was brought alongside the table and Ahmet returned the case of vials to the fridge.
You know, Feral could really do without being patronized. What did he expect though? Well regardless, he wasn't impressed by the man brushing off his insults, humoring him even. He snarled, revealing those fangs he'd just love to dig right into this guy's flesh. Unfortunately he had yet to find the opening to do so. One of these days though, he'd get a taste of this fuckers blood. Fitting, considering he'd taken plenty of the beast's.
He kept glaring at the man until he got a bit too far out of sight, the straps keeping many of his movement limited. The realization frustrated him, but even though he couldn't see, he could still hear the man shuffling about, though he couldn't quite understand what it was, scowling at the thought. He might have just been a tad nervous, still fidgeting beneath the binds, opening and clenching his hands as he tried to pull them out of their cuffs. If he could, he'd most certainly harm himself to get out. Like an animal caught in a trap. Of course he was more likely to break his hand before he tried chewing it off. They didn't even give him that opportunity though.
Eventually he came back into view though, bringing something with him. It was cold, he could feel it even with how far it was out of reach. He took a tentative sniff of the air, as if it'd help him identify what it was. All he could really make out was faint remains of chemicals, masked by many cleaning attempts to keep the room sterile. The teen simply continued to watch in confusion as he handed off things to other people out of his line of view, growing more restless. "What the hell are you doing..?" he growled. He didn't like this. He didn't even know what it was but he had a bad feeling about it!
When the man smiled it did little to ease him. In fact it had the opposite effect, making him rather angry, though mostly concerned. Exciting? Didn't sound like it. "Enough with your bullshit..." he growled. He wasn't fooling anyone and he was almost insulted he even thought he couldn't call him out.
Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Jan 2, 2016 2:53:11 GMT
Dr.Benici would give Feral as little chance for movement as possible. One of his colleagues handed him a syringe filled to the halfway mark. Even behind the cylindrical glass, the serum looked like something to be avoided. The liquid was a neon blue, it might have even been glowing a little. It had the consistency of hair gel but Benici was pumping it into the patient regardless. The needle at the end was rather uninviting. It had a thicker width than most, the small opening at it's mouth quite visible. Would it hurt going in? Most likely. Did he care? Hell no.
One of his more..competent colleagues positioned himself on the other side of Feral's head, a similar syringe gripped in his hands. If it weren't for the medical gloves he bore, one could have easily seen his hands were sweating. But the green latex shielded the only visible sign of discomfort. Like most, he wasn't particularly comfortable with Feral, but he waited carefully for his boss to begin the procedure. Both needles would be injected simultaneously and with luck, Feral wouldn't break anything.
Testing the restraints near the patient's head, Ahmet pulled on a similar pair of gloves before taking a fist full of the patient's hair. There was nothing particularly aggressive about it, it was only an extra restraint. From where he stood it wouldn't be too hard to notice the needle. "Why don't we begin?" The suggestion was meant for his colleague, not Feral. As the needles approached his skin, Ahmet shot him a withering look. "Behave. We wouldn't want anything to break now would we?" Feral already had an incident doing just that and Dr.Benici didn't care to explain breaking a needle in his neck would hurt a thousand times more. He also didn't point out he'd be the one taking it out, and he wouldn't be gentle.
His instincts were screaming at him and for a good cause he soon realized as he caught sight of not one but two needles. Very intimidating needles at that and even the bold Feral couldn't hide his fear at the sight of them. Of course he almost immediately masked it with a very hostile snarl, gnashing his fangs with an obvious threat to bite. Sadly he could growl and hiss all he wanted, but he really couldn't do much else in this situation, and it was only proven as Benici grabbed his hair, holding him steady. Didn't look like there was any stopping this, but he certainly wasn't eager to accept this fate. It was this desperateness that was likely the cause of his response.
Feral swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he eyed the needle warily then looked up to the head scientist. He told him to behave, reminding him what happened last time. He certainly didn't want to deal with that again, knowing full well it'd hurt far worse this time around. But he didn't want the shot at all! "P-... Please..." he begged, quiet enough that only the two scientists could hear, resorting to pleading now. Needles were apparently the one thing he'd suffer his pride to avoid. Of course even then, he was very reluctant to do so. "I'll do anything else, just not this." he tried to bargain. It was probably hopeless like everything else, but it was still worth a shot, right? Didn't change the fact he'd hate himself for it, regardless if it worked or not.
His eyes went back to the brightly colored injection, not even really concerned with the contents, just the large needle that was staring back at him. He didn't even want to imagine how it'd feel going in!
Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Jan 2, 2016 4:52:58 GMT
Was the patient afraid? Fortunately, Dr.Benici knew better than to goad him at this point. He did look surprised 4310258629087 would beg the likes of him. Didn't the kid think of him as his sworn enemy or something? With an unsympathetic grunt, Ahmet turned the patient's head towards the ceiling, keeping a firm grip on his hair so he couldn't turn from side to side. Giving his colleague a nod, he began to insert the needle. "Relax or it will snap." He'd contemplated adding he would only feel a pinch, but it'd be a little more than that...just a little.
The needle wouldn't be as bad as the serum entering his system, but after one of the nurses darted forwards to clip a pulse oximeter to 4310258629087's finger, Ahmet was hardly concerned. He did, however, growl as the woman brushed against his front, shooting her a withering glare. Women shouldn't be allowed in the workplace. They were no help. They always got in his way. It was ridiculous he had to work alongside them. With those 'happy' thoughts in mind, Ahmet began to insert the serum, applying a little more pressure on the syringe then was necessary. As usual, 4310258629087 would suffer the brunt of his bad mood.
A heavy silence would fall over the room as the liquid in the syringes slowly began to disappear. The silence would have been much welcomed by Ahmet Benici if they weren't all expecting the patient to roll over and die. You could never be too optimistic after all. People always seemed to sense his optimism and took great joy in crushing it.
Of course it wouldn't work, he knew it wouldn't work! So why did he even bother? Because he was afraid. He wasn't thinking straight. So the beast almost looked hurt for a second when the man brushed off his plea before turning angry again. Obviously if playing nice didn't work, throwing a tantrum would have to do. "You son of a bitch!" he hissed before he was forced to look upwards, cringing at the hand tugging at his hair. Or perhaps simply the anticipation. His muscles shook and he began to sweat, practically sensing the needles drawing closer. When they made contact, he jerked and let out a yelp, digging his nails into the surface of the table, before freezing completely.
He wanted so desperately to move, to get them out, but he couldn't. The threat of them breaking off in his neck didn't sound too appealing either so though his heart was racing and the beast thought he might throw up, he stayed still, eyes clenched shut and fists drawn tight, his knuckles completely white. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were certainly watering as he bit down on his split lip. The pain didn't even seem to stop either and he swore he could feel the needles moving ever so slightly. But if he thought that part was bad, he certainly wasn't going to enjoy the actual injection.
It was thicker than most, for one, and the fact that the side Benici was controlling was being forced in faster than the other didn't help any either. He grunted and moaned, trying his best to keep quiet. The fangs biting down on his lip were even beginning to break the skin as he struggled to sit still. To make matters worse, the process was dragging on because of the consistency of the serum and Feral was starting to think he'd lose it, his heartbeat racing so much that he thought it'd beat right out of his chest. Instead of his usual growls he was whimpering, clearly not enjoying this at all and hating how helpless he was to stop it. But after what seemed like forever, the pressure seemed to stop. The pain, however, didn't.
His blood vessels had darkened, becoming more visible from the injection points and almost seeming to grow across the rest of his body as the serum traveled through his system. Everything hurt, his insides felt like they were on fire, and the heartbeats had reached his ears now, the only sounds he could really hear was his heart and the sounds of his own rough breathing. His muscles twitched, becoming more erratic as the seconds passed, becoming a rather troublesome tick that the binds fortunately were able to control. He felt like he was slipping, losing consciousness, and the only thing that was keeping him awake was the sound of his heart, so loud now that it made him wince until suddenly, his heart stopped.
[OOC: Feral, for once, might appreciate a shock lol]
Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Jan 2, 2016 6:00:22 GMT
[OOC: The poor guy </3 ]
If the serum worked, Ahmet didn't care how painful it was. Injecting it, he watched the patient wilt as he fell subject to pain. They only had a few doses of the serum, if he broke the needle and made them restart, Benici would be pissed. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for them both. As 4310258629087 began to whimper, Dr.Benici shot him a withering look, the kind of look you gave a puppy for peeing on the new carpet. "If you're going to suffer you can do it in silence," he muttered, carefully applying pressure to the injection point with a cotton swab as he withdrew the needle.
His colleague followed a similar procedure as they removed the needles, setting them on the tray and counting to ten before they removed the cotton. The serum was like a dark ink, tracing its pace as it spread throughout 4310258629087's system. They could only wait, but the room was filled with an annoying clicking as a small group of observationalists began attacking their clipboards. Could they write any louder? But the patient would attract his attention once more as he began to twitch and spasm. Ahmet had just asked one of his colleagues to pass a flashlight, reaching to pry open the patient's eyes to have a look. Before the light would reach him, the oximeter would emit a beeping sound he knew all too well.
Ahmet froze hand still outstretched towards his colleague who also stood still. His patient had no heartbeat. A sudden haze came over the head scientist as his gaze traveled 4310258629087's form. Should someone call the time of death? In his stupor, Ahmet didn't even call out the idiot who'd made the suggestion. What the hell did she think the crash cart was for? But the serum hadn't worked. Pushing himself away from the table, the man would appear considerably calm until he shoved the tray of utensils and needles onto the floor. The clattering of metal utensils and the shattering of glass was just as satisfying as he'd hoped.
"Fix him," He said in a calm voice, grabbing his own chart and stalking away from the table. The serum hadn't worked. It had been designed with the help of 4310258629087's charts and test results. Even Ahmet had checked it over and given his stamp of approval, so what had he missed? The man was less than happy to return to the drawing board. Casting a glance in the patient's direction, he found he couldn't see him beyond the tight huddle of nurses and doctors. Someone had hooked him up to an EKG machine but Dr.Benici had yet to hear the steady beep that would assure him they had restarted his heart.
As the medical corps began the procedure, Ahmet sat down on a far away stool. His cold gaze was fixed on something only he could see. Had he just killed another kid?
[OOC: Can't get rid of him that easily, unfortunately lol]
Had Feral heard Benici's command to be quiet, he certainly didn't acknowledge it, simply fighting to keep awake, to calm down, but nothing seemed to be working. What did they do to him? Why did it hurt so bad?! He didn't even have a chance to be relieved when they finally removed the needles. In fact he could have very well not noticed them at that point. As soon as the serum reached his heart, it only took a few moments before his heart had just stopped working, not seeming to react well to this strange chemical.
As soon as he flat-lined, everyone had grown terribly silent, some looking at the patient before hesitantly turning their attention to Benici. He'd seemed so calm at first, but everyone had visibly jumped when he knocked over the tray, sending tools and glass scattering across the floor. He needn't say it twice, for as soon as he uttered the command, the doctors and nurses had set in to try and revive the boy, hopeful there was a chance he could be saved, if only to evade Benici's wrath should they not be able to 'fix him'.
As soon as the machine was ready they began the procedure, placing the defibrillators against the boy's chest to give him a shock and try get his heart to start working again. Though his body jerked beneath the restraints, the first time it had no effect. They'd try again, still nothing. They'd keep at it well beyond what would normally be considered hopeless, not wanting to give up just yet. But as they made no progress, they were starting to think there was really no chance of reviving him. A couple of the doctors had debated who'd tell Benici the bad news before another decided to give it one last shot.
At first, it seemed like nothing had happened, but then it started beeping again, slow and weak at first, before gradually growing back to a regular pace as he weakly began breathing again. A doctor sighed in shaky relief as he wiped the sweat off his brow. Feral was unconscious, but his heart was beating again at least, meaning the patient, their efforts wasn't totally lost to them. Though other than dying for a couple of minutes, there was no telling what other effects the serum had done just yet. Unless they tried to wake him up, they'd simply have to wait.
They of course would do nothing else without Benici's orders, all of them standing ready as they waited for his direction. Then again, now that Feral was alive, they'd taken careful steps back. Even strapped down and unconscious, they didn't trust the beast.
Post by Dr.Ahmet Benici on Jan 2, 2016 7:22:12 GMT
For the next few minutes, Ahmet sat on his own, turning towards his clipboard as he stared sightlessly at his notes. In the background, he listened to the corps struggle to revive the patient. Every now and then he could hear the restraints jolt as the lifeless body fought to free itself. At some point, one of the scientists handed him the patient's shock collar. What a brave soul. She might have well just called out the time of death right then and there. But Ahmet only held it in one hand as he raked his notes for the tiniest of details.
How many times would they yell 'clear' before 4310258629087 got kicking again? Or rather what was his name, Asher? Dr.Benici had an odd way of acknowledging his patients as humans only after death. Tucked away in his living quarter he kept a long list of names, both first names, and the last names most patient's would never know. Well, of course they wouldn't know; they were all dead. His thumb brushed over the shock collar, dipping into the grooves and scratches where the patient had wounded it. It must have been painful. But before Ahmet could actually grow a heart, the EKG machine began to beep.
The ringing of the flat-line alert was replaced with something Ahmet found far more precious, the faint beat of a struggling heart. A struggling heart was better than a dead one after all. Rising to his feet, the scientist approached the table, chart in one hand and 4310258629087'S collar in the other. Most were cautious enough to step away now that the monitor showed signs of life, but Benici showed no doubt as he stood next to the patient's head. Unless Asher- no, 4310258629087 was going to have an energy surge and dismantle the restraints, Ahmet felt quite confident standing nearby. He stood in silence before slowly turning to face his staff. "Good work today." The three words were the most sincere he'd uttered in...the last forty-five minutes.
"Get him on a stretcher and bring him to the infirmary. I'd like to be informed of his condition every hour for the next seventy-two hours." Compliments aside, it was back to work for the rest of them. The medical corps would be busy tending to his needs, and the rest of them had a serum to fix. Stepping away from the exam table, he studied the grooves in 4310258629087's collar before seeking out one of the guards. "Have a replacement collar sent along to the infirmary." It only took a scratch for him to deem the collar unworthy. They'd have to coat the damn thing in something extra, prevent him from gradually clawing through it.
With a dip of his head, Ahmet dismissed his faculty, striding over to the neglected vivariums. It was quite a pity they hadn't gotten to them today. Next time.
He was completely out for the count, the only sign of life being the beeping and his chest gradually rising and falling as he breathed, his mouth parted slightly as he 'slept'. How he was going to feel when he eventually woke was a mystery, but they doubt it'd be good, not just his mood but they were sure the medical team would have to try and put the animal through rehab, depending on the amount of damage caused. It was going to be a whole lot of work with everyone though, knowing that Benici would set back to the project as soon as the beast was well enough again.
Sure enough, after congratulating everyone (a very rewarding occurrence since the man didn't really just throw it out for anybody), he'd start assigning jobs and as soon as the medical corps had gotten their orders, they went to retrieve a stretcher to transport the boy, a couple of guards on standby should he for some reason wake up before they could secure him again. The task was quite simple though, Feral unable to offer any resistance and as soon as they had him secured onto the stretcher, they began to wheel him out.
One of the guards was on his way to follow them out once dismissed, only to be stopped once again as Ahmet ordered for a replacement collar. He'd look down to the worn collar in the scientists hands, knowing it was only a matter of time before that thing broke. So he had no trouble in following those orders, nodding in acknowledgement. "Yes, sir!" As soon as he was dismissed, he went off to fetch a new collar. Didn't really want to waste time and risk Feral waking up without one, after all.
As he was wheeled off to the infirmary, Feral stirred slightly, grunting in his sleep as his hand twitched before going still again. He was not going to be happy once he woke up.
