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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So... Here he was again. He got a little mouthy again and the guard, not able to take a joke, decided to chuck him into this fucking room to teach him a lesson. What lesson? Probably mouthing off but Feral really didn't see it that way, of course, not one to take the blame when he was clearly at fault. Still, after beating against the door for a good hour or so, he finally succumbed to exhaustion, lying flat on the ground and glaring up into nothingness. One day, he'd get that asshole, make him pay for doing this. Of course he was just another on his long list of people he wanted to go after, and he hasn't really made much progress. They kind of had an unfair advantage, after all, considering they could easily take him down with the damned collar.
His eyes narrowed at the thought as he reached up to tug hopelessly at the device. He swore it got tighter everyday, that it was getting harder to swallow, but of course such concerns were usually ignored. In their defense, they were probably right to think he'd try something the moment they loosened his collar, but it still didn't make it any less uncomfortable. He growled, giving in another firm tug before lowering his hand in defeat, resting it on his chest.
How long had he been in here anyway? He could never tell. Time seemed to slow down tremendously in the Isolation Room. Didn't help that they had the lights out either. He'd adjusted to the darkness, but could still hardly see anything. Pushing himself upright again, he made his way to the door, beating his fist against it though it really did no good with the padding. "Let me out, you bastards!" he yelled, though he couldn't even be sure anyone would hear him. He hoped so... He hoped he'd get out soon. The walls felt like they were closing in and he was breathing funny, worsened the more he thought about it. He clenched his eyes shut, resting his forehead against the door now. "Please..." he tried instead. But would anyone come? Maybe they'd forget him this time, left him to rot. The mere thought made him sick to his stomach.
Michelle had been to the isolation room on two different occasions. The first time was for 'violently assaulting' a scientist. The second for vandalism and the present occasion was for taking 'dangerous action' against one of the guards. She was five foot nothing. The only 'dangerous action' she could effectively carry out was wielding that sharp tongue of hers. And like every other time she'd been dragged to Isolation, she was at it again, swearing and cursing the guard behind her.
Luckily the man had a decent sense of humor, and he only offered a tight smile tightening the handcuffs. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" He asked smoothly, goading her with his mocking tone. His sharp retort only infuriated the small patient who was already hyped up, no thanks to her current situation. "Nope, just yours." She snapped, stumbling at the unexpected push that would have sent her sprawling if not for the firm grip on the cuffs.
Michelle didn't mind isolation so much. It gave her plenty of time to scheme while time passed away. It meant less time acting as an 'agent' and less time in the labs themselves. Unfortunately it also meant skipped meals and a cold dank space she got to call home for the next twenty-four hours...or however long they kept her here.
But perhaps the guards had forgotten about Feral. Isolation was only isolation if you were isolated from everyone else. But her guard only waited while those guarding the isolation room unlocked the vault.
The restricting bands around Michelle's wrist came loose, but she was barely given a chance get the last word in before she was shoved full force into the long chamber.
At first she'd thought she glimpsed another form, but before the girl could be sure, the chamber was plunged into darkness as the vault locked itself behind them.
"There had better not be anyone else here," she growled, mostly to herself. If there was anything worse than isolation -operating rooms aside-, it was being stuck in isolation with someone else.
He listened intently but even with his enhanced hearing, he wouldn't be comforted by anything other than his rushed heartbeat and the sounds of his own shallow breath. That was another thing he hated. The walls must have been soundproof. Had to be with how much he was certain he wasn't the only one who hated being trapped in here. Of course rather than scream, he growled, roared, and maybe through a few curses here and there. But he was wiped out and with no answer, he resigned again, shoving himself off the door after punching it another time just to try and make himself feel better before he'd start to pace again, like the caged animal he was.
But the door would open for a moment, and as tempted as he was to make a break for it, he figured he had better try and behave, at least long enough to get some distance away from this dreaded room. Unfortunately, rather than let him go, they seemed to be throwing another patient in. Did they really fucking forget him?! He took a step forward, prepared to make himself known, but it was too late. The door was shut tight again, drowning the two in darkness again. He, however, had adjusted well enough to see her, even if she hadn't spotted him.
Course she clearly had her assumptions, growling about the possibility of company. He wasn't too keen on it either. Bad enough being in a small room, even worse having to share it with someone! "What're you going to do about it?" he growls back, his sounding far more animal-like than it should. He wasn't looking for a fight, even though it might have made his time here easier, but that wouldn't stop him from mouthing anyway.
"Fucking assholes forgot me!" he hissed. Wouldn't be so bad if he were anywhere else but here, but if they forgot him, that made his chances of getting out of here seem less likely.
With this girl in the room, Isolation felt far more smaller now. Feral found himself backing up to the opposite side of the hall, to get some breathing room. He'd say he'd never act up again if he got out of this, but he'd be lying. Still, he needed out and this girl didn't seem like she'd be of much help.
No, no, no. There could not be someone else in the room. Feral's voice was less than expected and less than welcome. Michelle groaned inwardly, rubbing her wrists. Silence was awkward, but between them, it felt like there would be a lot of it. Twenty-four hours without food was unpleasant. twenty-four hours in the company of a boy and without food was even less pleasant. Tucking her hair behind her ears, Michelle's gaze darted in his direction, gleaming with hostility. "What am I going to do about it? I'll tell you what douchebag," she snapped. "Keep that up and you'll be leaving this place on a stretcher." 'That' of course was in reference to his horrible attitude, because hers was so much better. Here she was, five foot nothing and making comments like that. Michelle had no intentions of harming him and she lacked any strength that even shoving him would prove a challenge. But it didn't mean she was above making threats. "They probably forgot you on purpose. I mean I know I would." She added, sinking against the wall and drawing her knees to her chest. Twenty-four hours was going to seem like a long time. The thought of having someone else to torment wasn't as reassuring. She didn't even know who this kid was. By sight, she liked to think she could recognize anyone in the compound. But the cursed darkness made it impossible for her eyes to see a thing. She cursed, drumming her nails against the cold ground. The steady ticking brought her temper down a few degrees, but only a few. She was still more than uneasy about his presence.
He couldn't say he recognized this girl, and scents weren't really much help since there was a whole lot of people here and no real way to discern who was who without knowing each scent specifically. So she was very much a stranger to him which wasn't much better. A very feisty stranger at that. A lot of spunk coming from someone so short! Then again, could he really say too much? Probably not, but he would anyway, still being taller than her at least. Still, such petty observations were the last thing on his mind. She seemed to be challenging him, intentional or not, and he ended up laughing at the thought. "I'd like to see you try." he shot back. Four guards had a hard time subduing him without the collar. He didn't figure she'd fare much better.
She went on though and his brows furrowed, scowling at the comment. "Fuck you." he snarled, exposing a dangerous set of teeth that she wouldn't even be able to see in the dark like this. Made him feel better at least.
After that, the two seemed to go quiet.. Sort of. No longer running her mouth, she was instead drumming her fingers, Feral growing tense with each tick. "Knock it off..." he muttered in warning. Probably wouldn't be the best idea to fight another patient in this room, would it? Well for one, it's not like things could get worse for him (though it really could), and secondly, it was those dumb-ass guards faults for not realizing someone was already in there. Honestly, if he wanted to go for three, she wasn't really helping herself none by making this situation even more torturous.
He'd like to see her try? Michelle was only seconds from whipping off her shoe and throwing it at him, but it was cold in here. She figured if she was going to be staying here, she'd need her shoes. Besides, with her aim she was likely to miss. Instead the girl glowered in his direction, wondering yet again just who he was. While it took four guards to subdue him, she was more than likely to be subdued by one, even on her good days. But back to him. His snarl sounded, well, to be honest it sounded odd. Michelle had never held a conversation with the 'freak', and she'd never spent that much time around a real feral animal. But he didn't sound...correct to put it simply. His sharp retort only earned him two one fingered gestures that weren't meant to be seen in the dark. Then, she went back to clicking her nails, resting her head against the wall. It was slightly moist and she cringed at whatever residue might be leaking down the walls. Perhaps the guards really did them a favor by keeping the lights off. Being oblivious to the interesting smells and liquids of the place were likely to be more of a blessing than a curse. Before her mind could wander too far, the boy's voice jarred her back to the present. The clicking stopped, but only for a few moments as she squinted to see in the dark. "Why? Does it bother you?" Rather than apologetic, her tone was almost a sneer. But after a few more seconds the tapping ceased as she settled for tapping silently the fabric of her sweater. "Who are you anyway?" It was safe to say she didn't recognize the likes of him, but if they were going to be stuck in solitude together, she might as well figure out as much about him as she could. It would make for a decent report anyway. The government were always keen to hear about patient details, so long as they were interesting. But given he had been 'forgotten' in isolation, Michelle didn't think he would disappoint.
The gesture was certainly seen, whether she had anticipated it or not, but he didn't seem too bothered by it. Maybe a bit annoyed, but asides from the growls (which were almost becoming constant by now), he didn't do much else, keeping to his side of the room as he glared at her, taking in the little features he could in the dark. He could make out her figure, sure, but that aside he couldn't really see any prominent features that might have been recognizable. His sight was good, not that good.
But that was the least of his concerns. What was actually important was the fact he was tempted to cross the room and break her fingers just to stop that constant ticking. Each one caused him to cringe. Seriously? Why did people do this? It was so annoying! Of all the sounds, this was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. He was certain he'd lose it if she kept it up. Fortunately, though taking her time, she ended up stopping, though not without sneering, almost like she was mocking him for it. His eyes narrowed but he refrained from arguing, if only to ensure she didn't keep doing that. "Makes me want to rip out my ears." he stated flatly and it was hard to tell if he were joking or not. Surely!
She decided to ask who he was now though for some strange reason and Feral tilt his head in a dog-like fashion. Just a second ago she sympathized with the guards wanting to forget him, now she wanted to know who he was? "Does it really matter?" he asks, partially sarcastic but also a bit genuine. He was either Feral, the beast that white coats seemed to have an easier time using him as a lab rat thanks to his decline in humanity, or he was simply known #4310258629087 to further desensitize these pathetic scientists to what they were doing to the likes of him. The therapist of course called him Asher, what apparently was once his actual name. Of course there was no point sharing that one anyway. Wasn't exactly human these days as far as most of these people were concerned.
He chuckled, seeming to find something funny before he decided to share it with her. "They're leaving me here to rot anyway. Wont be anything anymore." he shrugs, talking about something like that so casually. Not like it was anything strange. The patients here didn't exactly live full lives.
"I'm someone you don't want to mess with while your stuck in here though." he gives her that much. That feral mind of his has caused a few blackouts, the young man falling into a rage state that even he can't really control. Not exactly the wisest thing leaving someone who was clearly one of the 'normal' patients (he couldn't see a collar on her) with a freak like him. Then again, he was sure those sick bastards were watching. His luck, he'd probably get electrocuted before he could ever sink his teeth into her.
"Well aren't you charming?" Michelle purred in amusement. His attitude was even worse than hers. No wonder he was stuck in here. But if he ripped off his own ears, that would hardly be her problem. The girl wasn't unfamiliar with others disliking her tapping, but sometimes she really couldn't help it. The dull fabric beneath her fingers was less satisfying and for a few seconds she went back to tapping on the ground before drawing her hand away quickly. One couldn't be for sure whether she did it out of consideration from the boy across from her, or if she intended to slowly drive him crazy.
"Acting all tough," she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes at his comment. In part, it was all a facade. She probably didn't want to end up with the likes of him. But he still hadn't answered her question. After much contemplation -a few seconds-, the girl slowly drummed her fingers against the concrete floor. Click-click, click-click.
"You didn't answer my question," she said between clicks.
Hopefully unlike her, the boy had the sense to keep his shoes to himself. It would be rather unfortunate if he threw one, assuming his aim was better than hers was going to be in a few moments. "I asked you who you were-" her voice came to an abrupt stop before it started up again. "And are you growling?" At first she had thought she imagined the noise, discounting it for the guttural hum of some sciencey technology beyond the isolation room. But the last time she checked, the room was impenetrable to sound. She brought her hands into her lap, folding them neatly to resist the urge to drum them some more. "You're not one of those freaks are you?"
Part of her -the part that didn't want to be here- hoped he wasn't. If he wasn't going to make an interesting report she could just curl up and take a nap or something. But if he was, well...they would both be stuck together and he would answer her questions. He couldn't do anything if he had one of those shock collars.
Although now that she thought about it, would the shock collar even activate in the Isolation room? She might be betting her life on it.
Extremely charming! His growls paused momentarily as he released an unamused huff, sitting down cross-legged now with his hands resting between them. He was honestly trying to remain calm. Part of him knew now was not the time to be picking fights, but the far louder part of him was tempted to pounce. He managed to refrain for the most part. Or, well, he had up until she started drumming her fingers again, purposely it seemed. Rather than lash out as he was extremely tempted to do, he reached up and covered his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound.
She was pretty fucking stubborn, wasn't she? Unfortunately, so was he. His resolve was slipping though as he was unable to escape the sound. Before he could lose himself, she stopped, seeming to realize something. He was in fact growling. In fact it became so natural to him he hardly ever noticed it. But the low guttural sound was indeed there, even coating his words when he opened his mouth to answer. "What gave it away?" Now she was getting it, wasn't she? He could smell it off of her, the fear. She knew what she was trapped with now. But surprisingly enough, she kept her cool. Admirable, but not enough to quell those growls obviously.
"So I'll say it again, I'm not someone you want to mess with." he repeated, hoping she'd get the point and leave him be. "Fuck with me and I'll make dinner out of you." he warned, licking his lips for emphasis. He couldn't remember the last time he ate, honestly. Was he actually a cannibal? Not at all. But those chompers of his could make it seem that way. If you've got it, flaunt it, right? An empty threat but she didn't know that and maybe he'd scare her enough to shut up.
Scare her enough to shut up? Or aggravate her enough to throw her shoe at him? Well, the latter wasn't going to happen, so off with the shoe it was. But she didn't, Michelle only crossed her arms with a loud huff. "I'm going to beat you with my shoe," she decided. Making pointless threats was the only way to cool her temper, even if it did nothing to sooth his. It was a shame she didn't have any freaky heels like she'd seen in a few magazines the compound had kicking around. Unfortunately, most of the text had been blotted out in angry black in making the words indiscernible. Some of the pictures were blotted out to, but she'd been able to make sense out of both of them. Not only would a pair of heels make her taller, she imagined them to be more decent nunchucks then the flat soled shoes she wore now. But he was a freak. So Michelle let her insult simmer a few moments, appeasing herself by cracking her knuckles instead. After a short and nearly frantic tapping session, it became apparent the girl couldn't sit still. Not with him here anyways. She found his presence slightly unnerving. Perhaps it really was because she was stuck here with him and gosh she hoped his shock collar worked just as well inside the cement room as it did outside. Michelle got to her feet, rubbing her sore backside before deciding to attempt a wall sit for a few minutes. "So you do just growl? Are you supposed to be the big bad wolf or something?" She crossed her arms over her chest, gaze piercing into the darkness where she pinpointed his the general location. Perhaps the guards hadn't forgotten about him at all. Maybe they were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Unlikely, but the thought did cross Michelle's mind. "What are you in here for anyways?" Her hostile tone was becoming more and more curious the longer she was trapped in here. But after her threat to beat him, it was apparent they were still nowhere clear of hostile territory.
Well so much for that plan. Rather than get scared like he hoped, she only seem to grow more hostile, threatening him with a shoe of all things. Fitting, huh? He rolled his eyes at the thought. This girl was just getting more and more annoying. She didn't even respond correctly! Then again, she was tossed in here. Perhaps he shouldn't be too surprised by her boldness. Didn't mean he had to like it!
She was making more annoying sounds again and his growls grew louder in warning until she finally stopped again. But she was getting more uncomfortable as time went on obviously and he'd watch as she'd get to her feet, narrowed eyes staying on her and watching for that shoe she'd threatened him with.
Her question actually made him snort. "Something like that." he shrugs. He really didn't know what to call himself to be perfectly honest. Other than Feral, of course. "Seems like you want to find out. Keep it up and I'll show you what I can do through a first-hand experience." Not that she'd really see much, maybe some if he got closer but really, the only noticeable difference was his teeth as he otherwise looked relatively normal. He remains seated though, preferring the distance in this situation.
She moves on with another question and he doesn't appear to be as amused this time around. "I don't fucking know." he mutters, annoyed. "Fucking guard couldn't take a joke." he excused. Then again, continuously insulting the guy and then outright threatening him might have not been his sense of humor. Not worth throwing him in the pit, surely! Obviously not, cause here he was, stuck with this weird chick who asked an awful lot of questions.
"Pretty dangerous actually, asking a lot of questions." he hums thoughtfully. "Then again, so is pissing of the boneheads. So I guess I can't say much." he resigns with a nonchalant shrug.
"Are you calling yourself a bonehead?"Michelle mused, hardly withholding a snort of amusement. Of course, he wasn't actually referring to himself. She knew that much. But she couldn't help but get the last word in. The small grin that flashed across her face faded once more as she slid to the ground slowly, feet outstretched. He wasn't even willing to talk about himself. She wouldn't be either if she was stuck with herself. In fact, if someone asked her this many questions she would have long beaten them into silence, or broken herself trying. She was almost tempted to ask him just what kind of joke the guard couldn't take. Was he actually suggesting he had a sense of humor? He seemed pretty grouchy to her. Rubbing her face slowly, her fiery temper seemed to at last drift below acceptable levels. "So are you going to tell me anything about yourself? A name, anything? Or am I just going to have to sit here and listen to you purr all day?" Needless to say, she had no intentions of wasting her time. His stubbornness had yet to aggravate her. She had her nails for leverage after all...and her shoes. Considering he hadn't appeared to have moved from the other side of the room, Michelle was beginning to doubt he would carry out any violent action. Perhaps his threats were just as unfounded as her own. But she didn't know this guy, so she was reluctant to find comfort in the belief he wouldn't actually hurt her.
She thought she was real funny, didn't she? Feral once again released a huff, leaning back against the wall behind him as he continued to stare. Pissed off as he might be with her company, talking to her actually seemed to be helping his nerves, oddly enough, somewhat getting his mind off of being trapped. Of course there was only so much his short temper could take and if she kept messing around, there was no way he'd be able to stop himself. At that point though, she was probably asking for it. After all, he'd warned her plenty of times. Not his fault she didn't listen.
Still insistent on answers, Feral groaned exasperatedly. She sounded like a broken record! "Why do you want to know anyway?" he asks. He had a hard enough time talking about himself to the damned therapist, he wasn't going to be much easier with a total stranger. If he hadn't known any better, he might have thought this was some sort of elaborate trick, that the white coats personally sent her here just to fuck with him and dig into his head. But of course, even he knew that was kind of ridiculous.
A name, at least? While he still didn't think sharing it was important, he hoped this much would be enough to get her to be quiet for two seconds. "They call me Feral." he offers with a bored tone. "Happy?" he asks, not sounding all that happy himself. His 'purring' hadn't quite stopped yet, of course, but had quietened down to almost a buzzing sound.
Feral got a minute, a whole minute of complete and utter silence. She was stuck in solitude with him? Michelle didn't talk to very many people, she preferred to watch them and decode them from afar. She'd watched him before. She'd heard of him before. And now they'd gone and thrown her in here with a caged animal. He was probably right she didn't want to piss him off. It wouldn't end well for her. It was still hard to imagine they'd forget someone like him in here, though.
Michelle didn't know much about Feral. She'd heard a few stories, watched him a few times. She found herself smiling as she had no trouble connecting his voice with his face now. It also did explain the growling and his temper. But the man seemed just as elusive about sharing personal details as she did, maybe even worse. She would've given him a name if he'd asked. Clearly he hadn't. But she still would have told him. At this rate, getting answers from him was literally going to get herself killed, not like starving her in here wouldn't do that already.
Five more minutes of contemplative silence went by before Michelle spoke, her fingernails drumming slowly against the cold floor. "I've heard of you," she said quietly before crossing her legs neatly. "But to answer your question, no. I'm not happy, pup. Now are you going to give me a proper name?" If he was going to snap in here, hopefully his quieter growls weren't an indication.
At first the growling had been more than annoying. Now Michelle thought she actually might nod off if he kept it up. But she didn't complain lest he use it as leverage against her. An idea that was more pleasant then prying answers from him suddenly came to mind. The drumming of her nails ceased as she folded her hands neatly in her lap. "How about we play a game of riddles, or puzzles, questions, whatever." She added with a dismissive wave of her hand. Hopefully, he was stupid and this was easy. "For every answer I get right, I'll answer any question you'd like. But for every answer you get wrong, you have to do the same."
Perhaps he would just be boring and make them sit here for twenty-four hours, but the agent was almost out of ways to get him to talk. Drumming her nails until he snapped was one way. It was also one way to get herself killed.
She gave him some silence for a bit and though it made him less irritated, it only made the stress from being caged more prominent. Fortunately (or rather unfortunately) she'd start again, even going as far as to drumming her fingers despite his warnings. This girl must really have a death wish! Whether she noticed or not, the male crept forward, like a predator stalking it's prey, grinding his sharp teeth. He hadn't really the time to threaten her again though as she was already speaking, claiming she hadn't been happy and even calling him a pup. He would have been insulted had he not already been pissed off from the constant ticking. She wanted a 'proper name' though and he wasn't entirely sure what that was supposed to mean. His real name, perhaps? Feral was far more real to him than Asher anyway, and he wasn't about to give her what she wanted when she insisted on being an annoyance. "Good as you're going to get." he assured. If she hadn't noticed his movements, she'd have certainly noticed he at least sounded closer. A few more feet and he'd be right in her face.
But in a surprising change of events, she wanted to play a game. His growls paused entirely for a moment, confused. Eventually she made it clear why she wanted to play and though Feral really didn't want to humor her, he figured it might stop her from tapping her fingernails at least. "... What do you have in mind?" he asks hesitantly. Riddles weren't his thing, as he had a hard time wrapping his head around them and any attempts usually just ended with a migraine. Of course, he knew better than to admit that. She'd probably just take advantage of it.
