January 12; 5:15 - Breakfast Time-
Whoosh-shick was the sound of the magnetic pressured door sliding up into the building, disappearing into darkness up before slamming back down with a hiss and click in place. The click was a lock. It was a door that weighed a ton and was wired through and through the 4 inch metal door, for detonation upon destruction. There were sensors in the walls and frame, and if the camera didn't see you running for it, the sensors would. The door would drop like a guillotine and sever a head without thought, as it was a machine, a death trap, a lie. She had seen it happen before. That was if anyone was still alive enough to attempt escape, to run for it on weak legs, if whatever walked through the door in the first place didn't kill it first.
The girl smiled, cheeks blushing and lips peeling back to reveal jagged sharp teeth, glinting in the pale white light by the camera. The light didn't reach past four cages, and hardly towered over three stacked, even though they were dog kennels. Her fingers slipped through the small holes and gripped the black painted metal, rattling it a bit and beginning to laugh. Another girl watched with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows of frustration and annoyance as a man walked by, boots clicking heavily. The first was silenced when the steel toed black boots paused and pivoted at her cage, squeaking against the tile.
The first girl hollered and screamed with hysterical laughter, teeth chattering like bones, her gravelly voice loud. The man kicked the cage at first, growling menacingly before yelling and smashing the lock, the door was open in a second and an electric rod buzzed in his hand. The first screamed again, this time she flailed in pain, 500 volts of electricity surged through her body. Snapping and ripping the air, growling against her skin as she convulsed. The second winced, cringing her gaze away from the horrific scene and around the dim and dank room. Inhuman and human eyes alike glinted back at her, at the girl who screamed, watching in pure terror and perhaps glee, those that were able to, anyway. Hands, claws, talons, fins, and even scaled hands gripped and scraped against the bars of their cage, getting excited, rattling them and hissing, all of them watching.
It was a test. They wanted to see if the first would survive. The second turned her head back over, eyes locking onto the bewitching horror before her, sparks flew and flashes lit up the dripping teeth and luminescent eyes of the others. The first struggled, panicking and shoving against the man, he grabbed her arm and twisted it, the bone popping out of place, a sickening snap resounding through the room, her skin breached and blood splattering from her arm. A green fracture. Blood and shiny saliva ran from her lips, down her chin, flying everywhere as she seized, cherry red plasma dripped from her nose, and fell down her neck from her ears in a steady stream. Why wasn't she dead yet?
The laughter continued and tears sprung from her eyes, snot mixing with her blood, her body expelling vital fluids, the man roared, knocking the cage back finger swishing over the volt intensity. Then the was a slight explosion, like a balloon popping and squirting something, a splash and scatter of liquid and the heaving sound of an emptying stomach, followed by a few others. The electrocution stopped, and the first collapsed to her side on her broken bleeding arm, vomit on her chin, chest, and in her light hair. Her skin was blistered, red, seeping puss and blood, cracking open like cooking sausage. Her eyes, wide open, and her chest sunken in. The second could never unsee what she saw, could never remove the missing eye, or the dark empty socket. Blood ran along the dead girl's cheek, bits of flesh and muscle stringing out of her eye socket, veins slapped wet and limp against the side of her head into her hair. Her eye, her left eye had burst, and her heart had followed suit.
Resisting the shock and wave of black that swept over her, the second closed her eyes, trembling and swallowing the bile in her throat. Then she opened her eyes again, looking onward at the man who no longer looked as such. Blood and vomit was splattered on his shirt and pants, some flesh even hung from the speckles and blotches of red. She took in the feral lupine grin that peeled the corners of his lips, his gums a grotesque grey and purple, his teeth bared like an angry dog, fitted with teeth set specifically for ripping out the throats of prey. His nose crinkled to the rancid smell of acidic vomit, and his eyes were the color of gold, the whites were now black, he was satisfied with the kill. They were called Erasers, they were the guard dogs of the School.
The Eraser kicked the door shut with his heavy boot, cracking it against the dead girl's fingers. The second curled into herself, pulling her scraped knees to her chest, fingers gripping shins as she pressed her forehead between them. She didn't know the first, only that she was older than she, and part of a separate experiment. That she sometimes called herself Carol, and talked to the air. The second shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut against the incident, the smell of burnt and cooked flesh spreading through the room, a tangy copper smell just hinting at the back, if she didn't know, she would've assumed the smell came from the belly of a cooked pig, not the hissing and sizzling flesh of a deceased girl. Her stomach rolled, bubbling a growl as it battled with hunger, disgust, nausea and pain.
The door hissed open again, holding open as footsteps rushed in, all of which were uneven and disorganized. There was one woman, that much could be said by the heeled smacks against the bleach white tile, and there were two men with her in dress shoes, scientists no doubt. They only ever rushed in during a death, or for early releases of experiments that had yet to be tested at all. The rest of the persons were Erasers, their boots slamming ferociously to the ground. The girl scooted further away from her cage door, the dripping of blood to metal getting to her. The female scientist squeaked, her voice annoyingly girly and proper, "Oh my, an accident," a man walked forward, his hand checking the tab that held the dead girls information. Then his pen clicked as he took a step back, the scratching of cat claws to a post echoing under his voice as he wrote, "That's it for the Neuropsychology branch," he sighed, "Funding might be cut, this is the 19th one,"
"Oh shut up George," the woman hissed, "It's not like we're running short on subjects," the man silenced himself as the woman pivoted, fabric folding, and a soft click, she had glasses. She huffed, "What happened?"
"Well… it…" The Eraser fumbled, not wanting to take the blame, or the punishment for killing a subject.
"Just tell me how and when it died you idiot!" she yelled, making even the Eraser flinch,
"Electrocution, three minutes straight on 500 volts, then for 30 seconds on double the voltage,"
"Electrocution, hmm," The woman murmured, tapping her nail against something hard. "Get the body on the cart, we'll open it up in the lab, see what it did exactly to it's brain," Erasers scuffled, dragging the crate against the tile, the metal scraping and squeaking against the tile. Her cage was thrown unceremoniously and rather loudly on the metal cart, and then wheeled away. When the other scientists left and the dogs followed, the woman stayed, and the girl could see in the corner of her eye as the scientist spun, her white coat flowing and fluttering. She laughed, "Not even drowning N019 would kill it, and now we know, nothing can withstand electricity," she sighed, her shoe clicking down in the thin puddle of bright blood, her hands placed on her hips she grinned, her crimson lips spreading sickly. She walked around each cage, brushing her nails against the metal, announcing loudly in a sing song tone, "Breakfast! I hope y'all are positively famished!"
The girl tried not to grimace, tried not to move too much when her metal pan of a plate was tossed down into her cage, watched her reaching fingers when the can of water dropped afterward. She tried not to think of what she had seen, tried not to picture the bubbling and split flesh of the girl N019 as she was called as she bit into a cold nearly uncooked slab of mixed meat. The only other thing to eat was a piece of stale, hard bread, and a can of water. She knew to avoid the liquids though, as to avoid some sickening medicine or drug the Whitecoats were testing, she knew better.