"Little boy, wake up." The voice seemed soothing to hear. "Come now, we wouldn't want our new test subject to be late." I sat straight up. Test subject? Where was I? Whose voice was talking to me? It sounded familiar, but the past few days were a blur.
And so were the last few weeks. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember anything at all. Who was I? Where was I? And how did I get here?
I looked around the room. It was a solid steel cube without any windows. The only objects were a light hanging from the ceiling, a steel table that I was sitting on, and a small speakerphone in the corner. There was a door, but it was locked.
"Where am I, and who are you?" I asked, looking directly at the speaker.
"Good, so our serum is working. You don't remember a thing. Now, I want you to walk out of the door. Go to the fourth door on the left, and if you try to escape, you'll see just how much of a labyrinth it is." So the people had made a serum!
"But the door is " I was cut off by a metallic click, as the door unlocked. I went outside, and the decoration was just as bland as the room. It was a solid steel corridor with countless doors. There were also countless lights, stretching all the way down as far as I can see. The man had said fourth door on the left, so I walked over there. There was another metallic click, and I was pulled in by a strong force.
"Ow!" I said. I glared around the room, until my eyes landed two people. One had cruel eyes. He wore a mask, so I couldn't see anything of him. He held the other person at gunpoint. The other one was a teen girl. She was crying. She had frizzy red hair and brown eyes.
"If my cousin was here, she wouldn't let this happen!" She said angrily.
The man in the mask just shoved the gun at her. "Yeah, life is full of ifs. None of them matter unless they're actually happening. Now restrain him!" The man shook his gun at her, and the girl slowly walked towards me. For the first time, I noticed a steel table, like the one the evil mastermind always straps you into before cutting you in half. But that was just movies, right? That wasn't going to happen to me, was it?
While I pondered this, the girl shakily grabbed my wrist. It was a weak grip and I could have broken free, but if I did, then both of us would probably die.
The man stood impatiently, and said, "Oh, forget you! I'll do it!" He threw down the gun and took me from the girl. Being much more rough, he threw me on the table and strapped me in. Then, He took a syringe from the table next to me that I hadn't seen before. The girl was crying harder than before now, but she did nothing to stop the evil maniac. Now, the aforementioned 'evil maniac' held the syringe up to the light, catching my eye.
"What is that?" I demanded to know.
The man laughed. "Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter to you. The only affect it will have will be to change your life completely. But, I guess Team Darkness has already done that."
I snorted. "Team Darkness? Talk about a less inventive name. I thought the name 'Rocket' was bad, but this? Wow." The man grasped my throat.
"Don't make fun of our team name, boy. The audience reading this fan fiction right now will not appreciate your sarcasm! (A/N: I just used a writing technique called "breaking the fourth wall." The characters acknowledge the fact that they are pure fiction)
I laughed again, but it was just to cover up the fact that I was shaking from head to toe. This put the man over the edge. "That's it! He said. "I don't care if Master Kentu said to be gentle, this needle will hurt!" And with that, he jammed the syringe into my right arm. I shook the pain of being stabbed and began to ask a question. "What will that stuff you injected me " I stopped short as an icy feeling crept along my arm.
Then, without warning, the icy cold erupted into a feeling of pure agony. I howled in pain, but my restraints held me fast. I looked over to my arm to se that white hair was growing on it. There was a red slash-like pattern running across it.
Then, I saw the man leering over me. "You think that hurt? That was only syringe number one! You still get one in your other arm, your legs, your chest, you underdeveloped tailbone, and finally, your face!" He laughed manically and prepared the next syringe. The first moment, he was screwing in a needle. The second, he was on the floor, dead. I looked up to see the girl holding the now smoking gun. She undid the straps binding me to the table, and I rubbed my head with my left hand.
"That hurt," I said, nonchalantly. The girl didn't say a word; she was too busy looking at my other hand. "What?" I asked "Is something wrong?" She slowly nodded, and I lifted my hand to reveal a Zangoose claw, fully formed, where my right arm used to be. "What the hell did they inject me with?" I asked myself, holding my new claw to the light. The razor sharp edge fascinated me, and I entirely forgot the pain that still had some after effects. I picked up another syringe, and took the liquid out by slicing the top off, courtesy of my new claw. The liquid that had changed my hand into a Zangoose hand ran slowly, but when it came out onto the floor, it almost seemed alive, searching for the nearest blood source. The blood was the dead man on the floor. It snaked its way slowly, but as soon as it came in contact with the blood, it flowed quickly through the bloodstream, creating a silvery effect. Soon, the silvery liquid had forced its way through the torso of the dead man, but it stopped there, probably because it had a thin power extent. The dead man began to buck and the now thoroughly absorbed liquid began to glow. His chest changed into that of a Zangoose, but he felt no pain; he was already dead.
The girl, who I still didn't know the name of, covered her mouth to prevent any crying. I was calm, and it occurred to me, I'm acting so calm, almost as if I had seen this happen before. But that's impossible. I don't remember anything. My life was a blur. I didn't know anything, but that still didn't change the fact that I was acting way too calm. I tried to run my hand through my hair Only to realize that I still had a Zangoose body part of my own.
Now, I noticed the girl staring at my claw. "Pretty cool, huh?" I asked. I was acting way too calm. AGAIN. How did I know what to do in this situation? I flexed my new claw experimentally. The three long black claws were stiff, but I was able to kind of bend them, like that guy named Wolverine in those movies. I walked out of the door, and paled.
"Oh Shit."
I haven't decided what that 'Oh shit is about yet, So I'll let you decide! Send in your reviews, because I love reviews! Next is chapter two!