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Warning, this story contains human experimentations, drugs, and mature situations.
My Laboratory Kitten.
Surgically atoned, to perfection.
"A cowardly man is one who has to chart the pain of others to succeed in his own career."
It screamed.
Head flung back, eyes rolled into the back of his skull, hair damp with sweat and blood. I felt bile rise from the back of my throat, and i swallowed it down, though it made my eyes water. This is what my first three days of 'Doctor's assisstant', had consisted of. Scalpels on skin, incisions here, dissections there. It was all becoming too much for me. My boss, Doctor Homoko, playing god over some useless, pathetic creature that had been trapped in this cursed laboratory since he was a few months old.
I grasped my clipboard tighter, taking the notes that the Doctor instructed me to. White lab-coats, surgical masks and latex gloves were becoming a routine now. I'd been studying cloning and genetic dysfunctions at my local university for five years, until i was recommended to Easter: Unit 731, illegal human experimentations. I didn't know how i'd ended up in a place like this, - the other side of science, it was dark, inhumane and required a hard stomach and an equally strong mind. Ofcourse it was illegal, the testing of humans, - but my University had thought i'd signed for a regular stem cell research lab, ofcourse they were wrong.
I quickly flipped my page over, to check the patients details as his spine, - which had been hapazardly sliced open by the doctor, was covered with a slap with a long bandage that stuck to the dried blood smearing his back.
"Hinamori, i'll be taking this one back to his pen. That's it for today, could you stay behind to finish up your report on patient 12?"
I nodded quickly, scanning over the page on my clipboard;
Patient Number: 7.
Estimated Age: 19.
Weight: 110 pounds.
Height: 5"11.
Gender: Male.
Given Name: Tsukiyomi Ikuto.
Notes: Genetic Mutation. Feline features, supposed immortality.
Doctor Homoko hung up his bloodied coat, binned his mask and gloves, and gave me a quick wave. What a bastard, who could possibly do that to a poor human being? Well, the creature obviously hadn't been exactly human. But nevertheless, i hung up my coat, binned the rest of my equipment and proceeded to clean and put away the Doctor's surgical knives, syringe's and whatever those were. I really needed the two week trial i was having here to end, so i could return to my university, and never, ever return.
But something caught my eye. A small, clear tub in the drawer that had been left open. Inside, some black thread, and a needle or two.
Oh, i shouldn't be doing this.
I jogged through the narrow, white-washed hallways until i came to the pen containing patient 7. The boy from earlier, thread and needle in my pocket, i slid my authority card, which was used as a key to get into most of the areas of the building, - into the slot allocated. The door slid open, and there he lay. Mangled, bleeding and completely silent. Clad in only what could be described as the white nighties you get in a normal hospital, and white bandages wrapped around his knuckles.
I swallowed, "Are.. are you alright?"
The boy drowsily lifted his head to look at me, his long blue fringe covering one of his eyes, - the other half closed and his pupil dilated. He'd obviously had a shot from the Doctor before he left.
"You poor thing.." I stepped closer, and he flinched backwards, one hand clutching tightly at one of the bloodied cat ears that donned that midnight coloured head of his. He opened his mouth, obviously in attempt to say something, but then i noticed the assortment of pin-pricks at the base of his throat.
His voice box had been injected with some chemical that prevented him from talking. This was cruel, - what kind of human could do this to another?
"It's alright. I just brought some thread to stitch that awful cut on your back up.."
His visable eye softened slightly, and the tail that adorned from his coccyx's curled and softened. He tried to turn his back towards me, but the medication he'd been given made his movements sloppy, and blood bloomed through the 'bandage' that had been slapped onto his pale skin.
"Ssh, lie down. I'll be done in a jiffy," I smiled softly, as friendly as i could, i had to reassure him somehow.
He obeyed, and taking my position, i gently peeled the makeshift plaster off of his spine.
The sight of his bloody, mangled spine made me want to sob, i needed to get him out of here.
alright!
a new fanfiction, - not exactly rainbows and unicorns, because dark!fanfiction is so much easier to write. it's not long either, seeing as i JUST came up with the idea, and i haven't seen it anywhere else.. sooo, i thought why not? :)
i'll be writing this alongside my first fanfiction - void of a lullaby, because im quite excited where that ones going, i just have NO ideas for this one. so ideas would be wonderful!
reviews equal love!
- lixx.
