Anomaly I
DES room 148
"He doesn't talk. Whether it's because he can't or won't, we don't know. He just- sits there."
"We found him with a pair of dog tags..." paper shifted, and a throat was cleared. "They're old, but we got the name 'Robert'. Highly doubtful they're his, but that's all we got."
Two scientists looked through the glass paneling. Robert sat of the floor, his head lowered, his back against the wall. Taking a quick look at him, he appeared to be a normal teen, but if you watched long enough, you'd see what made him so - unusual.
Twelve years ago, Robert was found with his mother, clinging tightly to him. Or rather, she claimed to be his mother. The two had been wandering around the outer city. Upon a wide-area search, police discovered an escape pod. The two were taken into the city and cared for, however, Michelle, Robert's supposed mother, would have trouble sleeping. Tossing, and turning, and waking up, screaming at phantoms trying to "take my son! You bastards!"
Robert, on the other hand, never slept. He never spoke, and barely moved at all. He'd stay motionless for hours on end, shifting slightly every so often.
"Robert." The male looked up. His hair was made of ink-soaked silk, his eyes were an unnatural shade of black. Again, the voice spoke. "Robert. Food." The door hissed as it slid open. Robert tilted her head to a side as a woman carefully entered the room, carrying a plastic tray. She placed it down on the floor in front of him. Steam rolled off the steak. Robert blinked, and and crawled over to the tray, a thick, black tail uncurled from it's position under him, and trailed behind, shining in the cheap, florescent lights. He crawled, catlike, to the food, the balls of his feet planted firmly on the ground.
Robert reached his meal and inhaled the scent. Rare. Any more rare, and you could of heard the cow moo. He carefully took the steak in his hands, and sat down on his haunches. His hands, specifically his fingers, were another oddity. Six fingers on each hand; two thumbs located on both medial and lateral sides of his hands, and four fingers between them. The index and middle fingers seemed fused together, as did a second middle finger and ring finger.
Robert lowered his head towards his meal and ate. The woman quickly turned and left, the door hissing closed behind her.
"Erugh! Seven years of trying to teach him proper eating etiquette, and he still eats like a savage!" She wiped her hands on her skirt, making a face.
"Karen, be nice." One of the two scientists who were observing Robert spoke, smiling. Karen glared. "That's Dr. Taylor to you, Frank."
"Babe, you keep this up, and I'll call you Mistress." Karen flipped him off, but failed to hide her blush.
The Department f Experimentations and Science, or DES, had laboratories on every continent and every human inhabited planet, including the Alpha 7 colonization. In all of these laboratories, cameras were everywhere. Always alert. No nook, no cranny, no cabinet, no bathroom wasn't secured without one camera. No secret tests could be preformed, without anyone being notified. All footage was sent to, not just the individual security stations, but DES headquarters.
No scientists could find any explanation to Robert's existence. They couldn't test his blood, because it always ate through he syringe (one of the doctors nearly lost a finger) and he never opened his mouth, so they couldn't get a saliva sample. Even with his eating mannerisms, Robert never slobbered.
Eric Johanson sighed and rubbed his eyes from under his glasses.
"We've been watching him for hours, Frank. I think it's time for a break." Frank Renalds shook his head.
"You go on. I want to observe him a bit more."
"Observe what? He'll finish eating, then g o back to his corner." Karen placed her hands on her hips. Frank shook his head.
"I'll catch up, later. Promise." Karen shrugged.
"Your loss."
Karen and Eric left, and Frank turned back to the glass. He was new, and was fascinated by Robert.
"Well, Robert. Just you an me, now. Show me what you got." It seemed the only thing Robert had was an appetite. Frank watched him ravage the steak for five minutes, before deciding to try and catch the other two at the food court.
As Frank turned around and left, Robert looked up at the one-way mirror. He blinked at his reflection staring back at him. A small trail of blood trickled down his chin in a thin line. He cocked his head to a side and made the first noise since he was born eighteen years ago: a soft hiss.
A/N;
Yes. New story.
This one's going to take time between updates. I have to rewrite all the chapters I had, and I'm going to be very lazy about it.
That and I'll probably be more inclined to work on my NoES story more.
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