A/N: Hi. Similar premise to my previous fanfiction, different direction. I'm quite tired. Hope you enjoy it.
Don't own anything.
Edit 1: Made some minor changes.
The entire hospital was abuzz with activity. Nurses and doctors alike were flocking towards a particular delivery room where a mother had recently given birth.
There was nothing that was interesting about the birth itself. The entire process was quite "standard": a few minor complications, but nothing truly noteworthy. It was the results of the birth that had garnered this attention.
Dr. Rodriguez, the man who had monitored the delivery, had not seen - to be more accurate, felt - anything like this before during his 23 years as a medical professional. Hell, it had been so shocking that he damn near dropped the newborn the moment it was delivered.
Now, Dr. Rodriguez had always thought of himself as a rational man; he was a man who devoted his life to science, after all. He firmly believed that everything had a logical explanation, that was why he accepted that there would always be exceptions to these explanations. This situation, however, was absolutely-
"Fucking nonsense." One of the observers spoke up, "Doctor, that child looks completely fine."
"Alright then, would you care to hold him?" The speaker had been one of his juniors - Richard, he believed his name was - who had only been working at the hospital for a few months. "Go on, be my guest."
The young man approached with an air of confidence and gestured for Rodriguez to hand the infant over. He promptly complied.
The moment the child was within the man's embrace, he flinched and let go of his hold. Luckily, Rodriguez had expected this and hadn't fully released his own hold on the baby.
"What the fuck?"
"This, dear friend, is why I called you here." He calmly replied, "This child fails to comply with all known scientific discovery. His body temperature is close to zero degrees celsius, well beyond the threshold of 'mere' hypothermia."
"How is the mother taking all of this?"
"She passed out the moment she delivered him. She should be fine, but the issue at hand is this child. I haven't the slightest idea what to do with him. Hell, I'm unsure if he will remain living 5 seconds from now."
He was met with silence. Some of the most brilliant minds that had graced the earth were completely dumbfounded.
After minutes of agonizing silence, a brave soul spoke up, "I-I think we should call them, sir. Our facilities simply aren't capable of handling a situation such as this."
Her suggestion was promptly met with jeering.
"You're fucking out of your mind!"
"Calling them would be condemning this child to a living hell!" Another added.
"Well what would you smartasses propose?" The speaker defended, "Just admit it. There is NOTHING we can do for this child. We sure as hell don't have the equipment for it, and I doubt that anyone here has the medical know-how to-"
"No one has the know-how! This situation is dubbed 'unprecedented' for a goddamn reason! We're here so that we can find out how. It's our fucking job. As for the equipment, we can always ge-"
"With what funds?"
"I don't know, we'll figure it out later! For now, let's just-"
"Compose yourselves, you idiots!" Dr. Rodriguez had heard enough. "We can't do anything for this child. We have to admit it. The most we can do is keep him alive, and to do that we'll have to make the call."
"But can you really call that 'living', doctor?"
"That's besides the point. Our first and foremost priority is keeping him alive. There's no assurance that his life will be as bad as you imply anyways."
"With them? There's no doubt in my mind that it'll be just as bad, if not worse."
"We'll put it up to a vote then." He sighed. "Those who say that we should make the call, please raise your hands."
Well over half of the room had their hands raised.
"Well, the numbers speak for themselves. Someone go and do it."
"And the mother?"
"We'll discuss it with her when she gets up."
"Kill the mother."
"E-excuse me?" Dr. Rodriguez was completely baffled, "There has to be some other way! We can't just kill someone off like that. It's illegal; i-it's immoral; it's inhumane!"
"Listen here, Rodriguez. Your choices are the following: kill her, or die with her." The mysterious man smirked, "And if I were you, I'd choose the former."
The doctor responded without a moment of hesitance. "I will not kill her."
The figure laughed heartily, "You're truly a good man. Your persistent refusal to comply is admirable, really." The atmosphere around him changed in an instant, "I hate people who don't listen."
He pulled up his collar and spoke in a commanding tone, "The dumbass refused. Execute Plan B."
"Plan B? Wh-"
A reverberating "bang" sounded throughout the night air, and the doctor's brain matter painted the wall behind him. His body collapsed forwards without pause.
"I'll secure the child. Make sure no one leaves the hospital alive. Don't let them make any calls."
"Yes, sir!" The radio sounded in response.
The man above nudged the body with mock pity, "If only you listened…"
It was reported the next morning that an alleged attack from a terrorist group had lead to the deaths of all of those within the hospital.
"Subject 06834A, please enter the testing facility."
A clack echoed through the empty room and light began filtering in. There was only a brief pause before a thin, sickly looking child entered. His gown draped off his his thin frame like a curtain. His dull eyes were filled with an innate fear as he stared down the seat in front of him.
In twelve seconds they would tell him to sit down.
"Sit down, 06834A. We will begin momentarily."
He cautiously took a seat and looked around. The room was the same as always. He was enclosed by white walls. So white, in fact, that it hurt him to look at them for too long. However, these walls were littered with small black dividers. He knew this. He knew that the walls weren't "good" walls. These walls would hurt him. But it was better to be within these walls than to resist.
The camera positioned in front of him produced a familiar whirring. They were about to begin.
In three seconds they would immobilize his arms.
"Please rest your arms on the armrests."
He placed his arms on the armrests and a "clack" sounded as his bindings sealed his arms in place.
In five seconds they would ask him his name.
"Tell me, what is your name?"
"Oh-6834A."
In two, his age.
"What is your age?"
"Ten years, two months, eleven days."
In one, his appendages.
"How many fingers do you have?"
"Ten."
In two, his last test.
"When was your last test?"
"Three days ago."
"How do you feel?"
"..."
"Good. We will now begin."
He could hear the sound of gears clicking into place as the walls surrounding him sounded with life. The white began to separate.
In six seconds, he would be feeling intense pain.