Beyond Control
By: Phoenix Ride
Ch.1: The Test Subject
In this world, light and darkness coincide in a never-ending war, battling within the souls of every being on Earth. Most of the time, people are free to which side they want to be dominant, but when the path is chosen for you, unexpected horrors could result.
Right at this moment, a wretched villain sat perched on his throne, seeking to achieve just that.
Impatiently, his fingers tapped against the rest of his chair, when the big, double doors pushed in, allowing one of his henchmen to enter the room. Leaning down on one knee, the tiger bowed.
"Master Shredder" spoke Tiger Claw " the report is in. The mixture is ready."
"Excellent" said Shredder, standing up from his throne" prepare the test."
With that said, a few moments later, both Shredder and Tiger Claw walked into Baxter Stockman's lab, where the mutated fly hovered busily above his notes, looking over all the formulas he had written down. He practically jumped when Shredder called out his name.
"Stockman" said Shredder, glaring at the fly " bring out the subject."
"Yes Master," said Stockman, flying over to one of the cages in his lab.
When he pushed the release button and the door swung open, nothing but darkness could be seen behind, that is until a small cry of trembling joy shouted out, and a dirty figure stumbled into the light.
There, shaking on the floor, was a pathetic-looking man from Don Vizciozo's gang, a gang now like many others Shredder now thoroughly controlled. He looked up at his new master weary and weak, a small flicker of rebellion burning in his eyes.
Just a few days ago, this man foolishly thought he could destroy the Shredder so that the Don could claim his spot as the official kingpin of this town. He had suffered greatly for his mistake.
Starved, beaten, thirsty, and skin paled due to lack of light, this man who was once strong was nothing more than a pitiful toothpick in the wind.
However, despite all that had happened to this man so far, Shredder wanted his him to suffer more.
"Proceed," Shredder commanded Stockman.
Nodding that he understood, Baxter Stockman flew over to one of his lab tables where a rack of vails stood. Inside each of the vails a different chemical glowed, but it was one that contained the red liquid that Stockman picked up in his bug-like hands.
Twisting his ugly maw into a grin, the giant fly flew himself back over to the weakened man and force fed the liquid down his throat. The reaction resulting from the consumption was instant.
Screaming out like his throat was burning in pain, the helpless man struggled and writhed along the floor, his body suffering major convulsions as the chemicals bathed throughout his blood, alternating the makeup of his nerves.
For three, long minutes this process made him suffer, until the man finally stopped in silence, a soulless look crossing his eyes.
"Did it work?" asked Tiger Claw, observing the man.
"We'll see," said Shredder, stepping up to the victim.
"Stand!" he commanded.
For a moment it seemed like the man wouldn't obey Shredder's order, then poorly, he pushed up with arms and rose into a standing position, lifting himself upon wobbling feet. Under his mask Shredder grinned, and Baxter Stockman looked pleased.
"Yes, it works!" cheered the fly.
"Excellent" said Shredder " now the rest of my plans can proceed. Tiger Claw, dispose of the subject and check in with Hun about the shipment at the plant. My revenge starts today."
With that said, Shredder walked out of the room, his cloak billowing behind him, while Tiger Claw approached the helpless man and grinned with his fangs.
Claws spreading out of his palm, the mutant gripped tight onto the helpless man's shirt, and dragged him outside to accomplish the task that was set.
A moment later, after the lab doors closed, a horrifying scream broke out into the night.
