Hey, Slasha here! I felt like migrating (lol) to a different subject. June's not here, because I'm mean like that. I hope you guys can enjoy this, because it came to me in English 2. I hope you can READ AND REVIEW!! I put that in caps lock so that you guys will notice that first. XD
There it was.
The white room. At least, that's what the others called it. Others being Designs, experiments locked up like prisoners in the damned place, wherever it was.
Back to the subject aforementioned.
I would be the screaming !5-year-old with brown hair and blue eyes getting dragged down the sterile hallway into this 'White room.'
Forgive me for sounding cliché, but once you step into the White room, your life is over.
This would be the reason I am screaming.
Two Gamers dragged me by my shoulders toward the dreaded door.
You wanna know what Gamers stands for?
God these Asses Make Everyone Really Sick.
Gamers are arrogant jerks that dish out violence at every possible moment.
I realize I haven't explained much. So sorry.
I happen to be a Design. As I explained before, a Design is an experiment. They take out blood, give us X-rays and, sometimes, perform bizarre surgeries . At first, the Design is fine. No difference detectable except a scar on their neck. The next day, they are not fine at all.
In fact, they're dead.
The surgeries were feared, as well as the room they were performed in, which happened to be the White room.
This would also be a reason I am screaming.
"Design JK507G2, if you are not quiet, we will have to sedate you."
Another thing, we don't have names. Unless you count JK507G2 as your name, and enjoy the friggin' mouthful that comes with it.
"Go to hell!" I screamed, but stopped struggling. I wanted to spend the last day of my life conscious, thank you very much. The Commander flashed the needle threateningly in the blinding light, but kept it at his side. The Commander is in charge of the Lab, what the Designs called their prison. He also has other names, but the most popular among us Designs is Bastard.
I saw the table and straps peeking through the crack in the door, like it was peeking from behind, waiting for me. I started hyperventilating, dragging my feet into the ground. One Gamer smirked and they both applied more force on my shoulders, still dragging me easily. I whimpered at the pressure, but stayed quiet. I was trembling slightly, but anger remained on my face. I wasn't gong to let them know I was more terrified than pissed off.
"Don't worry, it'll go fast. I'll make sure of it." The Bastard (Commander) laughed. I flipped him off with the limited movement of my arms. He laughed again. Bastard.
The Gamers pushed the door open and shoved me inside, giving me a chance to observe the room that I would die from.
Well whaddaya know. It really was white.
Contrary to further belief when the Commander said MAY HAVE to sedate you, he had stuck the disgusting needle into my arm before I could even cringe. The effects were instantaneous, and I fell to the ground. I could vaguely register that I was carried to a cold, hard slab of metal. Slight twinges in my arm told me that more needles had been stuck in them.
Did I mention I hate needles?
"Design JK507G2 is prepped and ready for surgery. Prepare the chip."
What the hell? No, you bastards, I'm awake! Christ, don't cut me open while I'm still awake! What the hell is a chip?! I better not be getting a Dorito stuck in me!
"Heart rate's good. Blood pressure normal. Scalpel please. Preparing to make an incision."
You better damn well not be preparing! Get me the hell outta here!
"Do you think this one will make it? I became a doctor because I wanted to save people, not be the cause of their death." The surgeon said nervously. The terrified cough that followed offered that Commander had shot the surgeon one of his infamous 'looks.'
A fiery pain in my neck made me wanna scream, and I hoped I would. Hoping I would draw the attention of someone, anyone. Hoping I could be saved. The most my body had done was tense and gasp lowly, but everyone was too involved in putting in this 'chip' to notice.
Dammit, can't you see this hurts to hell?
The pain intensified to a billion fold, and I know they saw me moving, because I writhing in agony.
"Sir, what's happening? This is a new reaction!" The surgeon yelled. The Commander's face appeared my line of sight. A grin crossed his face.
"This is a new reaction because it's finally working. Congratulations, JK507G2, you are the first success in the London facility. The chip is connecting to the brain, and the transformation is almost complete."
My mouth opened in a silent scream as my body was lit on fire. Not literally, but it truly felt like it. I could feel my heart speeding up, like it was going to burst out of my chest. My eyes could find no point to focus on, rolling around my eye sockets uselessly.
And suddenly, everything was starting to fade.
I closed my eyes as the fire dulled, my heart slowing with it. Little by little, it was starting to decrease…
It stopped.
"Good morning, my new creation." The Commander cooed.
My eyes opened.
The first thing my hands had gotten a hold of after I had broken from my restraints was a male nurse. I crushed his throat underneath my fingers.
Payback's a bitch.
The nervous surgeon rushed over to stop me, and I slammed him into a wall. His head exploded, a mass of brain matter and blood painting the wall behind him.
I turned to the Commander slowly, my eyes narrowed and a growling noise echoing from the back of my throat.
And then, I laughed.
I laughed and laughed.
He swore loudly in words I had yet to memorize, backing away from me as I advanced. He tripped over himself, landing on the floor, eyes wide with terror.
"Goodbye Commander."
The door burst open, and several Gamers carrying guns ran through. Unfortunately, those guns were trained on me. I slowly withdrew my hand from the Commander, standing completely still. At that time, I suppose one of the Gamers was trigger happy. A shot echoed in the room, and I cringed at the sound. I looked down to see the wound on my shoulder was bleeding like a normal humans' should.
Now, why wasn't it hurting?
That's all for now, though I might update it today, because I got some spare time, and I already have the next chapter planned out, but if I do, it'll probably be tonight. Also, I need help with some names. Got any ideas?
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