"Are you sure about this sir?" Asked a young man in his late twenties. He had black hair and dark brown eyes with a slightly pudgy stature and glasses perched on his nose. "I mean, what would your wife think? He's-"

"My wife is dead," Another man snapped. He was tall and had long black hair tied into a low ponytail with equally black eyes that sent shivers down the first mans spine when they were directed his way. "The police are almost on us and this will be the last test we will be able to do. There is no time to find another."

"But he's y-"

"I don't care. He will help further the advancement of science, even if it means his life." The man turned and swept away, his white lab coat furling out at he did so. The first man sighed and shook his head before following.

They passed through the long, brightly lit hallway. Down passed many doors, the faint screams that had always been heard were now silent, making the man shiver from the unnatural silence. He hurried his steps to catch up with the taller, slightly older male ahead of him.

A few moments of walking later found the two men inside a brightly lit lab, filled with cells lining opposite walls. In the middle sat two operating tables, above which sat more lights for the scientists to properly see by. Three others were waiting in the room, two of which were double and triple checking the equipment while the third was going over notes and formulas.

They all looked up from their work and bowed to the man before going back to their work. After a brief nod in their direction the man strode forward to one of the two tables, upon which sat a young boy no older than five. He looked up at the man and smiled, holding out his arms and saying, "Daddy!"

The man gave the boy a pat on the head before coaxing him to lie down. While confused, the boy complied, wishing to make is father happy. "Daddy?" The boy asked when his father put straps over the boy to hold him down. "What you doing?"

The man didn't answer but turned to the others in the room. "Are we ready?" He asked.

"Everything seems to be in correct order sir," One of the men who were checking over the equipment stated. The one looking over the notes nodded, signaling that he was ready as well.

"Very well," The man nodded, "Then let us delay no further." He put on gloves and a surgical mask before holding out his hand. The slightly pudgy man from before quickly took a bottle and swabs from one of the multiple trays set up and handed them to the man.

"Daddy?" The boy asked, starting to get scared on what was going to happen. His heart started racing in fear when he saw his father holding a syringe. "D-Daddy?" The boy stuttered in fear and started squirming to try and get out of the restraints holding him down.

As the needle got closer, the boy started struggling harder, tears welling u pin his eyes. "Daddy!" He screamed. The man grabbed the boys arm and held it as he inserted the needle.

As soon as the needle came into contact, the boy started screaming. His thrashing grew wilder and tears streamed down his face. Even as the man removed the needle, the boy kept screaming. "STOP! DADDY! STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" He screamed. All the men in the room watched, none lifting a finger as the boy kept screaming and thrashing about.

Only after near an hour or screaming and struggling did the boy finally quiet down to gasps and sobs. The men shifted and muttered to each other, waiting to see if this one, unlike all the others, would end in a success.


Sooo...I have no idea what to do next. I have a vague idea, but no clue how to write it without seeming like I'm copying from others I've read. I in no way intend to copy from other amazing authors out there but I need someone or a few people who are willing to work with me on this and give me ideas for how the story will progress. Beta readers will also be welcome, so...any volunteers?

This may not have another chapter for a while as I await responses from others or get hit by inspiration that will spur me on to write another chapter. Bye for now!

~Akirafanatic