The blue haired teen contacted the ground with a smack; a tall figure loomed over the 17 year-old's delicate frame. The guard sneered and kicked the poor victim.
"Get up."
The teen did as he was told, getting up meekly. His normally bright blue eyes were dull and opened wide in fear. He was shirtless, with the facility's gray pants hanging loosely from his waist. A large snaking scar adorned his neck and most of his shoulders. Burn scars were also evident on his bare abdomen. Normally shiny and silky blue hair hung in front of his eyes in greasy clumps. Yes, this particular subject was a sight to behold.
The guard shoved the bluenette violently towards the end of the stark white corridor. The teen stumbled, but caught himself in time. His breaths came in ragged gasps, thanks to the warden's brutal treatment; large purple bruises started to form on the fragile boy. He wanted to speak, but couldn't. The injuries from his past prevented that, so he moved his lips silently, as if praying.
The final door, set in the far right corner, slid open. The teen was pushed through; he once again collided with the polished white ground. He sat up with difficulty, handcuffs scratching the material that made up the floor. His pusillanimous gaze scanned the room. A bed was folded into the wall near where he was sitting, next to another smaller door. In the middle of a room there was a large contraption that looked a lot like an operating table.
The main door slid open with a hiss, revealing a pudgy man in a white lab coat. His mustache twitched as he smiled deviously. The scientist approached the teen, each footstep producing an eerie clomp.
"You're the first to arrive." The short man bent down and brought his face close to the bluenet's. The 17 year-old flinched. "Heh. I'm gonna have fun with you."
The scientist brushed the sitting boy's cheek with the back of his hand before walking up to the contraption in the middle of the room. He grabbed a small white cube that unfolded into two bars. The man pressed a button, and the institution's logo appeared. The scientist sighed and dragged a finger across the screen, trying to find the correct page. He let out a satisfied "Ah" as he came upon it.
"Let's see. Marth Lowell, was in a violent car crash five years ago, damaged his throat. Cannot speak. Seventeen years old, tall, skinny, pale, natural blue hair. Would that be you?" The creepy man turned his attention towards the terrified teen. Marth nodded; the scientist grinned.
"Good, good. You'll meet the other subjects soon enough." He put down the screen and brushed his hands off on his spotless lab coat. The pudgy man's head turned towards the door as the sound of another guard approaching.
"Here's another one now." The scientist smiled sadistically. A teen, about 15 or 16 years old, landed roughly on the floor in a manner that was no different than Marth's. The boy's brown hair partially covered his child-like features and cerulean eyes. He saw the bluenette and opened his mouth, but quickly shut it as he noticed the scientist.
Grabbing the screen once again, the scientist shuffled through a bunch of subjects' information before coming up with the correct one.
"You must be Pit Icarus. 16 years old, child-like features, brown hair, incredible fear of heights, adoptive child of Paletuna, the political leader who was assassinated a year ago."
"Yes." Unlike Marth, Pit's expression showed no fear; in fact, it was hard and challenging. The man walked up to the brunette and bent down.
"You're quite the nice specimen. What should I do with you..." he circled the shirtless teen.
"Where am I?" Pit asked harshly. The scientist laughed.
"Hasn't it clued in by now?" the sound of more guards was heard, as well as a screech. The scientist ignored these and walked towards the small door near Marth.
"This is the experiment room. This door here-" he paused to punch in a code. "is your room. Six subjects per room. I believe two 'veterans' were assigned to your room as well. Any questions you have, they can answer." A guard walked in.
The warden motioned for the two boys to get up. Once they were on their feet, the teens were directed into their room. The guard then removed their handcuffs and walked out. The scientist's malevolent laugh echoed throughout the experiment chamber.
"Experiments start in a week." With that, the door slid shut. There was barely any light in the room except for a small beam filtering from a slit on the far wall. Marth approached it and looked out into the hall. Pit walked over to a bed in the far left corner, frowning when he noticed that the "beds" were in fact just a board attached to the walls. There were no blankets or pillows, and when Pit sat down, the board felt freezing.
"You know my name. What's yours?" The brunet tilted his head to the side.
Marth turned around from his post and blinked at the other teen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. The bluenet pointed to his throat and shook his head.
"You can't speak?" Pit deduced. Marth nodded and sat down on the bed at the center of the right wall. He stood up quickly, noticing he had sat on something. Looking down, he noticed a white notepad and pen; he picked them up gingerly.
Pit watched the boy scribble furiously for about a minute. Suddenly, the notepad landed on his lap; the brunet picked it up and narrowed his eyes, struggling to read in the dim light.
Marth. I used to be able to speak, and I know how, but I was in a car accident five years ago, and I was injured really badly.
So you're Pit, right? Paletuna's son?
Pit threw the notepad back.
"Nice to meet you Marth." Marth smiled, the fear in his eyes starting to dissipate. "Yeah, I'm Pit. Paletuna adopted me when I was a baby."
Pit and Marth made conversation in this manner for a while before being interrupted by the door being opened and a blonde being thrown in violently.
"Fuck you!" she screeched, getting up. A redheaded teen was pushed in after her. He noticed the two teens sitting on their respective beds and pounced on a board, claiming it as his own.
"Hello." The redhead smiled. "I'm Roy. I have no clue who this bitch is." A kick sent him tumbling off his bed.
"Samus." the girl said, crossing her arms over her breasts, which were barely covered. Her legs showed no skin, as she wore the same gray sweatpants as the boys; her top however, was a very low cut sleeveless tank top. She wore no bra and her breasts bounced freely as she made her way towards the bed in the other far corner, across from Pit.
"I'm Pit, and that's Marth. He can't speak." Marth nodded. A little while into the conversation later, the bluenet knew that Roy was a 15 year old with a strange fascination for fire.
All the while, Pit just sat, staring at Samus, who had her eyes closed. Peeling one open, she noticed the teen staring at her.
"What are you looking at?" She hissed threateningly.
"I feel like I know you from somewhere..." Pit studied the girl. She looked at him.
"That is highly unlikely. You're Pit Icarus." She spat out his name with venom. "I'm Samus Aran. There's no way I could have known you, not in any of the 16 years I've lived."
Pit shook his head. He knew this girl...
All conversations ceased and a beautiful and delicate girl walked in. Her waist-length hair was parted in the middle, with one side pale white blonde and the other mouse brown; She wore a jumpsuit identical to Samus'. A tall blue-haired teen was thrown in after. Marth ducked as the boy crashed into the wall behind him.
"Zelda." The girl smiled. "That's Ike..." she continued, sitting on the free bed in the center, across from Marth.
"Sorry." muttered Ike grimly as he got off of Marth's "bed" and made his way to the last free one.
"I'm Roy. You guys the 'veterans' that scientist guy was talking about?"
Zelda nodded.
"He's been here four years, I've been here three. Usually subjects die within a year, but our experiments were successful, so after a 'rest period', we're being put back on the operating table."
Zelda expertly caught the notepad sailing through the air towards her.
I'm Marth. What experiments did they perform on you two? And what's up with Ike?
Zelda turned her head towards the tall 17 year-old "veteran", who was sitting cross-legged with his forehead against the wall. The center of his chest emitted a soft blue glow that illuminated the small part of the room he was in. The glow revealed Ike's arms, which were a tangle of steel, wires and soft blue lights. Turning her attention back to Marth and Roy, she smiled.
"Well, in my case, they wanted to see if they could heighten my senses and give me 'powers', I suppose." she paused and brushed her hair away from her face, revealing an elongated ear. "It worked, and I have all kinds of transplants. For most of me, they cut me up and put me back together in a different way. I've gained all kinds of uncanny abilities.
"As for Ike... they wanted to see if someone could live with a robotic heart and a couple robotic vital organs. They also replaced his arms with mechanics. He's more of the strong silent type, unless he gets angry or is dealing with the staff here."
"What do you think the scientist guy will do to us? And where are we? Why are we here? How-" Roy's mouth clamped shut inexplicably. Zelda gave him a gentle smile and released her seemingly magic hold on the boy.
"Usually he exploits fears or attributes. Like, let's say you have a fear of a certain animal, usually he'll 'merge' you with said animal." The brunette answered the redhead's first question. "We're in the Exepolis Center of Scientific Military Research. We are here because we're the test subjects. As for why we in particular are here, it's because of our pasts, fears and traits."
The girl caught the notepad once again.
Thanks for the info.
Zelda smiled and threw the notepad back at the bluenet. She took a deep breath.
"No problem Marth. Now, my turn for questions: who are those two?" She pointed towards the two figures on the corner beds. Samus was ripping the bottom legs of her jumpsuit to try and make a ribbon long enough to tie her long blonde hair back. Pit was staring at his feet, deep in thought.
"Pit and Samus." Roy answered turning his attention towards his two roommates.
Samus completely ignored the three conversing teens and proceeded rip violently at her pant leg. She produced a long strip of gray fabric, which she secured around her long locks. Pit, on the other hand, had snapped out of his thoughts and was looking at the two new arrivals.
"Pit Icarus?" Zelda asked curiously, eyeing the cerulean-eyed brunet.
"Yes." He said, trying to make out the girl's features in the dim light.
"You weren't paying attention when I introduced myself, were you?" She inquired. Pit shook his head. "I'm Zelda Hyrule."
Pit's eyes widened in shock.
"Zel?" He asked his old friend.
"As I said before." She smiled. Soon the childhood friends were locked in a hug.
"I haven't seen you since Link disappeared!" The boy gasped out. Link had been Paletuna's close friend and advisor, and Zelda was his only daughter.
"We were both taken here." she murmured slowly. "We got separated. He is- or was, I'm not sure- in another sector."
"Soooooo, are you two a couple?" Roy inquired, leaning back against the wall. Zelda giggled.
"We're like brother and sister, I could never date him." The girl ruffled her friend's hair. Pit smiled.
"I agree. There's no way I could go out with anyone so annoying." The comment earned him a shove from Zelda. The boy lost his balance and landed on the ground unceremoniously. With a small smirk and a chuckle, he sat back down on his bed.
Conversation went on for a little while, with mostly questions from Roy, which Zelda answered sweetly. At one point, Samus fell asleep, and awhile after that, so did Pit. Ike remained in his position, forehead against the wall, while Roy, Zelda and Marth conversed.
At exactly 10:00 PM, the hallway light shut off silently and the harsh yell of "To bed!" rang out. Mumbled goodnights were heard from our little group of subjects.
As everybody fell asleep peacefully, a certain veteran lifted his head from the wall and looked around, using the dull, dust-covered lights on his chest and arms to illuminate unconscious faces. The blue-haired teen took in a sharp, deep breath and lay down, mulling over the information he'd learned from listening to the others.
They seem strong. Maybe, with their help, I can finally escape…
A/N: Ah ha, another story from me! I actually started this one during the final chapters of District 58 as a little break from it, but I liked my idea, so I just went with it.
Anyway, I think this is the longest chapter I have written for this site yet XD Let's see if I can keep it up.
R&R, and see you next chapter!