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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Feral's words would only elicit a sound of exasperation from the injured patient. "Of all the stubborn people I've met, you're the worst!" It wasn't meant to be a compliment, but Feral could take it either way. "Swallow your pride. Change your tampon and sit. If you don't get in the fucking chair I will beat you with it."As if. On a good day, Ephraim didn't do well delivering threats. His hunched posture and timid expression gave little credibility to the aggressive crap he spouted. But honestly, did the freak have to give him grief? Couldn't he just be a good boy and save Ephraim the trouble of worrying?
Unlike Feral, Ephraim would admit he cared about the other freak...if it could be called caring. Whether he'd like to admit it or not, Feral was still in recovery so he should be taking it easy not...doing whatever he was trying to do. Oh, he was trying to stand up was he? As Feral stood the wheelchair could no longer rest against his heels and Ephraim had to lean back to avoid falling flat on his face. "Well fine, then you conceited-" the patient suddenly lurched forwards pushing the wheelchair out of his way to protect it from the vomit that made a sudden appearance.
Without the support of the chair, Ephraim fell to his hands and knees, his cry of pain muted by another gurgle as he continued to wretch. Now blessed with a newfound agony the patient wanted nothing more than to curl up on the floor and wait for it to pass. It was ironic he used pain to prove his existence only to curl up and ignore the very world he was trying to prove himself to. "Do whatever you want," he wheezed between gagging. "I don't care anymore."
Him? Stubborn? Well, yeah. Even Feral couldn't deny that one. But he wasn't the one that started this shit! He almost got pissed off again but actually laughed, an action that caused his chest to hurt again. Ow. But really, was Ephraim serious? Beat him up? He'd like to see the prick try! Then again, he probably would have had better chances now than he ever would. Too bad he was doing no better. In fact, he just seemed to be getting worse. And to prove that, he ended up spewing his guts and the beast cringed, covering his nose as he watched Ephraim, almost feeling bad for him... Almost.
He ended up looking away, for his own sake as the boy suffered. Why the hell was he feeling guilty all of the sudden? The fucker asked for it! Still... When Ephraim finally spoke again, Feral frowned. 'Fuck me...' he thought with a groan, pushing himself off the shelf and taking a second to assure his footing. Once he was sure he wouldn't fall, he made his way over, minding the vomit as he reached down and grabbed the back of Ephraim's shirt, grunting as he lifted him up. Using the last of his energy, he got Ephraim to his feet and forced him onto the seat before resting against the wheelchair, huffing. He hated everything.
"They're on their way..." he mutters between pants. "Vomit all over my chair and I'll kick your ass.." he continues, voice getting quiet as he slumped against the chair, pushing it forward a bit. It seemed he finally passed out, just before hurried footsteps started making their way over. There were a group of four guards, accompanied by the librarian. They all paused, not entirely sure what they were looking at and the librarian gagged as she saw the bloodied mess of a shoulder Ephraim had. "What the hell is this?" one of the men grumbled. This was definitely a first... Already two of them were going over to retrieve Feral, being careful to avoid Benici's rage. They thought they wouldn't have any trouble with the beast while he was so weakened, but obviously that wasn't the case... They might have to request keeping him isolated. But first thing's first, they were going to have to get Ephraim help before the fucking animal actually managed to kill a patient.
A strangled whimper tumbled from the patient's lips as the material of his shirt dug into his flesh. He swayed uncertainly, stumbling to his feet under Feral's guidance. Now he had no choice but to end up in the chair, ignoring the severity Feral's threat entirely. "Well wouldn't that be grand," he muttered gagging. His stomach seemed convinced there was something more worth throwing up despite the fact his lunch and breakfast already decorated the library floor.
As Feral passed out Ephraim shot him a concerned look. In no position to help, he settled for offering a quiet, "thanks." Wiping the bile from the corner of his lips, he succeeded in smearing blood across the right side of his cheek. Clearly he hadn't thought that one through. Just the presence of his own blood so close to his mouth made his stomach heave.
When he raised his head again, he was surprised to see the ensemble of staff were staring at them. What? Surely they'd seen worse things in their career?The man's question would of course be met by a snarky response as though evicting Feral's rage hadn't been enough for Ephraim. "This, is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." They already thought he'd lost his marbles. Why not play along for a bit?
Feral had completely drained himself, still breathing and looking alright for the most part, just knocked out. So the guards of course were happy to take advantage of that, lifting him up with ease though waiting for orders before they'd drag him off, attempting to ignore the blood on his face that no doubt came from the mess of Ephraim's shoulder. Seeing as the struggle seemed to be taken care of, the librarian happily excused herself before she could vomit, hopeful they'd send someone to clean up the mess made soon.
The leader of the group looked at Ephraim with mild frustration, unamused by his snark. Fucked up friendship if he'd ever saw one! Then again, both of the patients were a tad fucked up to begin with, so perhaps it made sense. "You look at yourself lately?" Beautiful wasn't the word he'd use for it. That lead to the question of how Ephraim had managed to get in the beast's chair in the first place. Did he try to mess with him? That wasn't surprising either, given the boy's dangerous habits. Even weakened, Feral wasn't to be taken lightly. Unfortunately there wasn't much they could do about him, not without invoking the head scientist's wrath. But perhaps after hearing about this incident, the guy would do something about all this. Sure, it was their job, but they didn't want to have to pry off the beast every single day! Ah, but they couldn't voice those complaints, not without putting their necks in danger. It was either put up with the beast or put up with their boss. Surprisingly the one without fangs and claws was a bit more terrifying.
"We all know you're a psychotic little prick." the man replied gruffly before nodding to the men who began dragging Feral out of the library, leaving the man in charge alone with Ephraim. "Doesn't look like you'll snap out of it either." he comments. Even after practically being eaten, the fucker still was acting out, trying to rile people up. It was a wonder he was still alive, honestly! "I won't tell you again. Play with that fucking animal all you want. But next time you're on your own. I don't give a shit if you get yourself killed." He seemed so eager to get himself into trouble. At this point, why stop him? He personally wasn't going to play around anymore and would leave it to whoever was stupid enough to try and stop this hopeless kid. So with that warning out of the way, the man began to wheel Ephraim out, to the infirmary for who knows how many times now. You'd think he'd finally learn, but clearly that wasn't the case.
The guards didn't scare him. The probably should've, but when you couldn't use pain as a motivator what was there to be afraid of? Ephraim fixed the guard with a defiant stare. "Have you looked at yourself lately?" It wasn't much of a retort, but it was the best he could offer at this point. Between his own nauseousness and the agony of his wounds, Ephraim wasn't exactly 'witty', not that he ever was. However what the guard said next caused his eyes to narrow dangerously. Psychotic? "I'm psychotic?" Whatever angry words he said next were lost as his voice fell to a painful grumble.
If he killed a guard, what punishment would be in store for him? I mean if the lives of patients were worth anything in this place, they couldn't really kill him on purpose, could they? Already the dangerous idea had taken root, filling his veins with a newfound energy he would use to flip the guard off. "If you think so, maybe you should watch yourself from now on." The bloodied grin was nothing shy of insane before Ephraim turned his attention to Feral, watching the guards take him away.
"What are they going to do to him?" Was that worry coloring his tone? They wouldn't punish him would they? Was it naive to think the guards would recognize he'd started it and let Feral off with a warning? It seemed he was the one getting a warning and Ephraim rolled his eyes. He'd never had parents before - like any of them had, but he'd read books about parents. He'd read about their continuous nagging and how aggravating and demanding they could be until he found himself quite content with having no parents at all. But this guard, he was acting exactly like an overbearing parent. Although Ephraim doubted he had any concern for his wellbeing. The harsh comment about getting himself killed was only met with another eye roll and quiet, "Well that makes two of us then," His big talk didn't last much longer as he fell silent, gripping his side and 'enjoying' the ride.
