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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Seems like that last bit didn't amuse her too much. The realization caused him to shrug nonchalantly. "Means if you've got the right genetics, you might end up like me." he explained casually. She thought she had it bad now? She didn't know 'bad' yet. In fact part of him would have killed to go back to the way things were, when people treated him at least somewhat humanely. These days he was just an animal with human DNA. A perfect candidate for these experiments! He was so lucky, honestly.
"Wouldn't worry too much about it though. You've gotta have pretty shit luck to actually survive long enough to become a freak." he began, almost as if he was trying to offer some comfort. "Then again, you did get thrown into Isolation with me, so you aren't off to a good start." he chuckled. She was evidently older than he was when he started developing the qualities that made him a freak, so she might actually be in the clear. Didn't change the fact she'd still be experimented on though, but at least hers would likely be less painful than his so she could enjoy that privilege.
"Oh joy," Michelle rolled her eyes. Was that really all it took, the right genetics? Couldn't the scientists just identify which genes made them freaks and isolate all those people? Well, she wasn't that into science, so she didn't really know so much about those sorts of things. But little did Feral know, she was luckier than most. Not to say she didn't have to suffer through any experiments or that they weren't fucking painful. But she got away with more than most of the faculty and patients were aware of. It came with being an agent, although instead she faced the dangers of getting caught.
Mulling over his words, Michelle finally went back to tapping her nails on the concrete. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see how things play out, if they ever let you out I mean." She couldn't imagine Isolation affecting someone like him. I mean getting mouthy could be remedied by the shock collar couldn't it? A violent rampage or 'dangerous action' could also be avoided by that said collar. So why bother throwing him in here? In her mind, the only purpose it served would be to rile him up even more.
It was supposed to be her turn at receiving the short end of the stick, but just as he was starting to get comfortable, she started tapping again. He cringed at the sound, the ticking sending a shiver down his spine. And apparently that was the last straw.
In a blink, he'd shifted back into his pouncing position before lunging at her, having every intention of knocking her on her back and pin her down, reaching for her hand in the process with a grip so tight it should definitely leave some bruises. At such a close range, she would surely be able to see his face a bit better, if not mostly those teeth, pulled back in a very intimidating snarl. "How many times do I have to tell you-?!" before he can finish, an all too familiar sound emits before his collar would activate.
Within seconds, he was off of her, grabbing his collar with both hands as it sent volts straight into his neck, desperately prying to get it off of him as he roared in pain. It would last for a good minute before it'd shut off, Feral dropping to his hands and knees as he breathed heavily, far across the opposite side of the room. Everything hurt, his muscles shook, barely able to keep him upright as the electric shocks practically drained him. He managed to keep upright though, but didn't dare get close to her again, not wanting to risk another shock.
Silence would fall into the room again, save for the mixtures of whimpers and weak growls coming from him as he struggled.
[OOC: If I overstepped my boundries, just let me know and I'll change this ]
There hadn't been any warning, or perhaps there had been. Michelle couldn't tell in the cursed darkness anyway. When Feral lunged it had been so unexpected that she hadn't the chance to kick him away, not that her foot would have done anything. She was small in size and feeble in strength, his grip felt like it was going to break her hand off and his sudden presence silenced her cry of alarm.
Adrenaline flooded her veins but she refused to outright scream, only allowing a sharp intake of breath both from alarm and pain. Before she could apologize or beg him to stop, he was gone leaving her rubbing her hand gingerly. It burned and felt as if his hands were still there, squeezing, hurting.
But for Michelle, it was only one shock after the next. His howls of pain sent another bolt of fear through her veins and she scrambled away to the far end of the Isolation chamber until her back was pressed up against the door. Part of her wanted to go to him. She hadn't meant to activate his collar. Well, that had been his fault really. Michelle wasn't such a bitch that she could sit back and say she didn't care. But if she went over to him now, not even a pair of twelve inch heels - did those even exist?- would fend him off.
Instead the girl covered her ears with one hand, the other lay limp on her lap burning with pain so she turned her head against the wall instead. The silence that came next was neither calming or reassuring. As she lowered her hand, Michelle found they were trembling, whether from shock or adrenaline she couldn't be too sure.
The words 'are you okay?' teetered on the edge of her tongue before she swallowed them instead. "So...Feral was it?"
Even after it stopped, the lingering effects would still go on for a bit longer, not giving him a moment's peace just yet. He shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have tried to attack her. Of course the collar would have gone off! But once he got that angry, it was hard for even him to control himself. They were just both fortunate the intense shock was often enough to snap him out of his rage. He would have appreciated another method of course.
Aside from the shock, he'd clawed at his neck while trying to remove the device, leaving dark red marks that stung on his flesh. Feral's strength would falter enough to where he was slumped over, his forehead against the cold floor as he panted, his muscles quivering and causing his body to twitch occasionally.
To make matters worse, the girl, though apparently alright, had attempted to speak to him as if nothing happened. Part of him appreciated it, not wanting to be mocked or even pitied for what had happened, but the still rather angry side of him only caused him to snarl again through his pain. Seemed like he wasn't much for conversation at the moment. It was no one's fault but his own that he'd attacked of course, but he would certainly blame her for pushing him to that point.
His response was probably well deserved. Instead of tapping her fingers again, Michelle laced her trembling hands together hoping the soundless drumming against her own skin would appease her fidgety behavior and keep him from spiraling into another fit of rage. She couldn't be sure if she'd made an enemy of the boy, but as her gaze pierced the darkness straining to see him, she didn't dare ask anything else.
Why had the collar gone off she wondered. Was it true that the guards were watching them? Or did it have another means of activating like he'd said earlier. Either way, there was little comfort in knowing they were stuck here together. But for the moment, Michelle offered no comment, not even a peep.
Closing her eyes -because she could see just as well without them- the girl lapsed into a long and anxious silence. Perhaps she was waiting for him to say something, anything to assure her that the collar hadn't gotten the best of him, to assure her it hadn't sent him cowering with his tail between his legs. Michelle wasn't sure what she expected, a harsh word, a stream of curses? She very well knew she didn't deserve anything, his snarl had said that much at least. And for once she knew better then to 'poke the bear'.
For once his growls seemed to silence her and for a moment, Feral welcomed it, taking the time to regain his composure. How pathetic, brought to his knees by that damned collar. It's no wonder people didn't take him seriously. He wasn't much of a threat so long as that device was stuck around his neck. But perhaps it was a good thing this time. Killing someone would have likely given him a far worse punishment than this, one he couldn't even imagine. It wasn't as if he had intended to kill her, of course, but he certainly might have broken her wrist to stop her racket. But once he got in such an angry state, his actions could be rather unpredictable, so there was no telling what would have happened if he hadn't been stopped.
Eventually the silence would start to get to him once the adrenaline died down. Tired, he had simply let himself drop to the floor, enjoying the cool temperature against his pained body. He could see her, of course, saw as she lied against the door, eyes closed. She still smelled a bit fearful, which was good, and though she was still drumming her fingers, they were dulled against her skin, making it bearable to his sensitive ears. Perhaps she finally learnt her lesson. He wished she would have figured it out sooner.
The silence remained for a bit longer before it was starting to make him anxious. "...Pass out?" he asks simply, his voice gruff and a bit weakened now. He still kept his distance, not sure if the collar would activate again or not and didn't really want to test it out. He at least seemed calmer now, or as calm as one could really expect.
For a few moments Michelle didn't speak. She maintained her composed silence, going from tapping to rubbing smooth circles against her hand. In the end she settled for resting it against the door, the cold metal caused the pain to increase before it was replaced with a numb pain. When she thought she could speak without her voice trembling, Michelle straightened.
"Are you kidding me? That feeble attempt? Please," she scoffed, silently cursing when her voice wavered. "If that shock collar hadn't bested you. Believe me, I would've." Her and her shoes right? By now they both knew she was fibbing, but If she were to be completely sincere, Michelle couldn't guarantee she wouldn't show a certain degree of concern towards the boy. She highly doubted either of them would appreciate her sympathy, especially because it would be a complete turn around in her behavior.
Only seconds after she'd spoken the girl suddenly groaned. "If we're in here longer because of that stunt you pulled, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to miss my foods class." Michelle didn't care about most classes. She cared about foods though. Her love of the class had less to do with it being the only time they were allowed in the kitchen and around real cutlery, and more to do with the fact that the cooks were mostly nice and they always got to eat whatever they made. But thanks to the dolt over there, now they might be missing both, assuming they were being watched that is.
Had he not been able to smell the fear off of her, the way her voice wavered a bit might have been a good enough indicator to call her out on her bullshit. Her and her shoes were hardly intimidating so she was very fortunate that shock collar had in fact bested him. Had he been willing to risk getting shocked again, he might have proven just how scared she was. But he was in no hurry to go through that again so soon, so she was lucky. "Sure you would've..." he chuckled bitterly. He'd much rather take his chances with her than the high voltage.
It originally hadn't been too unbearable. Feral had a pretty decent pain tolerance and was able to adjust to the previous degree to the point it was necessary to up the power. Not enough to kill him, of course, but certainly enough to effect him. He hadn't quite gotten used to this one yet and was never prepared for the shock, tensing up the moment he knew it was coming, which probably just made things worse. He sighed at the thought, closing his eyes as he continued to try and relax himself.
His breathing would eventually return to normal as he pain died down, leaving him feeling numb. He didn't get up, didn't want to really, and just lied there as she went on, complaining about the possibility of them being there longer. Feral just grunted at first, not seeming to really care about her missing her food class and certainly not about the threat of her killing him. She'd barely stopped shaking!
"If they forgot me, I doubt they are going to know what happened..." But there was the possibility they were in fact watching from somewhere and Feral almost wanted to check the room for cameras. Unfortunately, while his night vision was decent, it wouldn't help much if it were a hidden camera, implying there was one there anyway. If they were watching, that just brought up the question as to why they were both here. "Besides, I warned you. Not my fault you are too stupid to listen." he argues.
With a dramatic sigh, the girl finally fell silent. It was perhaps the first time since they'd been in the chamber that she didn't try to get in the last word. There was hardly any point really, she simply drew her knees to her chest and began to count the seconds. Sometimes it made time go faster, but other times it just made her bored enough to fall asleep. She tried to rerun her itinerary through her head, trying to remember when her next treatment was. Michelle only knew of those that would directly interfere with her normal scheduled activities, but as she raked her brain she couldn't think of a single one. That meant they could leave her here for even longer.
Eyes fluttering shut once more, she found herself instead listening to the sounds of the chamber hoping to hear the thunderous noise of the locks being turned. For a split second, the girl began to tap her nails before the noise vanished abruptly. "Sorry. Nervous habit." She spat out the well-deserved apology shifting so her legs were crossed in front of her instead. If he didn't kill her first, surely her boredom would.
She didn't have a retort and Feral was unsure whether that was a good thing or not. Good that she wasn't going to try annoying him any further, but bad in the sense she might stop talking and he'll be forced to focus on the fact he was stuck in here for who knows how much longer.
Then of course she had to fuck it all up by drumming her fingers again. He barely got a growl out before she stopped and even went as far as to apologize for it, excusing it as a nervous habit. He actually scoffed at that. "What're you so nervous about?" he asks, almost mockingly. "Don't plan on attacking you again if I can help it." he explained. Not much of an assurance, but he really had no intention of hurting her, unless she gave him reason to. "And you don't peg me as the type of person to be afraid of the dark." Well it could be quite scary if a literal monster was in there with her, he supposed. She could also have a problem with tight spaces much like himself which would just be the icing on this fucked up cake, really.
She bristled at his words, crossing her arms in an evident display she was now pissed off, well, more so than before. "I'm not afraid of the dark and I'm certainly not afraid of you pup," Michelle glowered into the darkness. He thought he was so tough and scary. Well, he was a little, but she wasn't going to admit that. Considering she had to look up to everyone and found herself half most people's size, everyone was a little bit tough and intimidating. Feral certainly was no exception, he was no teddy bear.
"I'm just bored, and it helps me think," She added her voice dropping several octaves. Whether he could hear her or not, she didn't really care. Michelle had volunteered enough personal information and she hadn't even told him her name yet. As if names really mattered. Michelle was still far more likely to call him 'pup' or anything else that wasn't Feral. Though she had used his name once, it had only been out of sympathy and concern. But since he'd started talking again, those feelings were long gone.
Not afraid, was she? Feral didn't appear to be entirely convinced by that, even going as far as to blatantly make it obvious "Lot of funny smells in this room, but I can definetly recognize the scent of fear." he assures. Whether or not she believed him was another matter entirely.
He doesn't really push too much though and she might have noticed that were she paying close enough attention. That shock had effectively drained him of his energy and if he weren't careful, he might even pass out. So he decided not to waste whatever little energy he had left by bickering with her and instead focused on regaining his energy for when the chance to get out of here came.
She claimed it helped her think and about what he didn't know. Curious as he might have been, he wasn't curious enough to ask. "Best place to do it I guess."
"If you smell fear, it's your own you dolt!" Michelle snapped before turning away completely. The girl was more than annoyed at what she couldn't hide from him. Emotions were best concealed behind a stern expression, a fake smile, or a blank facade. But when it came to fear, it was clear no false pretense she conjured would fool the freak. Stifling a yawn, Michelle rubbed her hand absentmindedly before burying it in her pocket where it was a little warmer.
She shifted until she sat wedged in the corner of the room next to the door opening. It would be warmest there, or at least she hoped and she tucked herself into the smallest ball possible to conserve whatever warmth she had left. At least she wasn't shivering yet. It was simply that cold discomfort that often left one feeling feverish and grouchy. Needless to say, she was already grouchy no thanks to him.
As the seconds ticked by, Michelle lapsed into silence. Under normal circumstances, time spent here would have effectively cured her aggressive behavior. But if you stuck two roosters in a cage - assuming they didn't kill each other before you returned - when you let them out, you weren't going to get two calm and well behaved animals. Not that Michelle was comparing herself to a rooster or anything though one might argue she could certainly compete with the annoying racket they made.
Feral actually pushed himself up a bit, just enough to shoot her a glare that she wouldn't even notice. "I ain't afraid of shit." he muttered with another one of those growls. No, just the idea of being shocked, and needles, and being trapped. Totally fearless, this one! But being told he was afraid, by this girl especially, appeared to insult him. But it even hurt to get angry and he slumped down again with a groan, resting his chin on his forearms as he remained lying on his stomach.
It was getting a bit cooler then to the point even he could feel it, but he still seemed to be enjoying the cold air that filled the room, especially since it seemed to help dull the soreness. She, however, was practically curled into a ball in the corner now, though he thought it was more out of fear than her actually being cold. He sometimes forgot not everyone was like him in that regard.
"Give you one thing, though. Your stubborn enough to pretend you are alright." Was that meant to be a compliment? Sounded more like it was teasing but honestly, had it not been for that keen sense of smell, her poker face was actually pretty decent. "Stubborn enough to risk arguing with someone willing and able to kill you too." he went on, though the ability to do so was questionable, as well as the willingness honestly. For as much of a pain as he might be, he really didn't want to kill anyone. White coats, perhaps, and anyone who stood in the way of his escape, but otherwise, just keeping people in their place was good enough for him. Course once his temper ran it's course, the chances of him killing anyway were far more increased. Fight or flight, kill or be killed. He really was becoming an animal. "Makes sense why you're in here, at least." That was all the excuse he needed really, to prove why they trapped a normal patient in this room. They had a tendency to get it pretty easy compared to the freaks like him, after all.
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