This story was written quite some time ago. I do have other chapters written out but never typed them up. If you would like me to continue, then I will upload them. It is based off of the Itex corporation and their experimentation of poor helpless victims, but of what i wrote so far, none of it included the original characters. That may change though :) Fair warning: Sorry if I offend anyone by the Doctor's language..I don't mean to, he just has some serious anger management issues.

Prologue

"Negative Sir," the scientist said with a sigh, making an x next to the failure's number on his clipboard. "All have been negative. All, all day." He sighed in exasperation, flipping the page for the nteenth time, ready to cross out more numbers so they would be available for future experiments.

"Shut up." The Dr. snapped. "There's still many more subjects we can test on."

"If you say so." The scientist move to the next bed, and checked the pulse of the subject. It wasn't dead…yet. Its breathing was heavy and its heartbeat faint. "Clear this one away," he said to a nearby security guard. "It's not going to make it."

The subject was picked up and taken into another room, where they would lock it in a crate and burn it in one of the ovens. A couple of nurses came by to clear off the bed for the next victim.

"Of course I say so. I've been saying so all day. I don't know why I trusted you with this. You promised me something and what do I get? Bloody hell nothing, all damn day! I don't know why I don't throw you in one of the f*cking gas rooms and gas you to death for driving my patience."

"I know why you don't do it," the scientist said, trying not to show fear, for he was really good at hiding his emotions. "I'm the only one who can do what your asking."

"Damn right! Except you're taking so slow, I don't know if you really can do what you say you can."

"These things take time sir, its only been a day. I need to find the right test subject, that's all."

"That's all?" The Dr. practically shouted, making several people in the room jump, except for the subjects who were obviously non-respondent. "Look bud, I give you ten hours or the deals off, and I'll put you through the most painful torture you can think of, just for wasting my time."

"Yes...yes sir." He stammered, looking down. "Wha-wh-what about number five?"

"What about it?" The Dr. glared, already counting down from the pitiful scientist's time.

"Well, it might just be strong enough to withstand this, giving-"
"No!" The shout echoed through the room. "No f*cking way! Number five is too valuable, no way in hell."

"If I just had a sample of her blood-"

"You heard me! I said no! No, no, and no again! too dangerous!" The scientist wondered what the Dr's definition of 'dangerous' really was. "Number five is one of our only real tests that proved positive, and didn't have a drawback.

"Gee, that's surprising." The scientist instantly regretted what came out of his mouth.

"Look jerk, I specialize in torture. I don't create life; I create pain, so that's why you're here. Create life, or you'll be experiencing pain." The Dr snarled and stormed out of the room, leaving the scientist speechless.

A few minutes later an alarm went off and a large amount of commotion was coming from the hallway.

"Get it!" someone shouted, and then a large CRASH was heard.

"What's going on?" The Dr. came running back into the room. "Just what the bloody hell is going on?"

"No idea sir!" A security guard screamed over the alarm. The Dr roared in frustration.

"Sir!" A young girl in a white coat ran in. "We have a problem."
"I can see that!" he bellowed "the whole damn lab can see that! Just what the f*ck is going on?"

"It's..."

"Yes?" he was loosing his patience, and he was not to be troubled with when he lost his patience.

"It's number five.." she started.

The Dr's eyes grew very big. "What about it? Did it die? What did you do to it?"

"Nothing!" she cried frantically "It's just.."

"Tell me now, or I'll have you burned alive with failure here." He gestured toward the scientist who in return gulped.

"Number five...is gone."

"What! You killed it!"

"No. She just disappeared… sir, number five escaped. She's gone."