Kenny's eyes feel like they shut for a few mere seconds before opening again to a sudden loud bang. When he looks around there is now sunlight shinning in through the small window, the light from it bouncing off the white walls. He notices that Craig seems to have woken up from the sound as well. When he looks to the door of the room, two men in all white uniforms stand at it. One of them starts making their way into the room, walking right towards him.
Kenny sits up fast as the man approaches him. When the man reaches him, he stops in front of Kenny, looking down at him. The white uniform cap on the man's head shadowing out some of his face.
"Time to go subject 122," the man orders.
Kenny gives a confused look before the man leans over and grabs his arm. Kenny's first instinct of course is to pull back and try to get free. As he struggles with the man, he spots Craig get up from the corner of his eye and suddenly make a break for the door.
He tries to get past the other man standing in the doorway. But the man just grabs him and pushes him back, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor. He gets back up right away and tries again. This time however, the man punches him down to the floor. When he starts getting up to his feet again, the man lets out an irritated sound.
Kenny pauses for a moment and stops struggling with the man that's grabbing him,"Okay," he says quietly.
Craig stops instantly and the man holding on to Kenny begins to pull him along. They near the door and the other man moves out of the way. As they exit through the doorway, Kenny glances back at Craig to see that he is still avoiding his gaze. When they leave the small room, the other man shuts the door behind them with a loud slam.
Kenny's head turns forward again, his eyes are met with a very long white hallway before them. He doesn't start moving until he gets pushed forward by one of the men, causing him to start walking. He's lead down multiple halls with the men walking on either side of him. It's only now that he realizes just how big this place he's in is. He keeps on walking until they bring him up to a pair of white double doors.
He examines them as a feeling of unease starts to creep it's way in to him. The two men on either side of him grab a hold of his arms and open the doors with their free hands. When entering through the doors, he has to squint from the bright white light that hides behind them. After his eyes adjust a bit more, he sees that he's now in a big circular room with a metal table in the center of it. A huge light is shinning down from above it. The light is reflecting off what seems to be multiple clamps that are attached to the table. There are five people standing around it wearing white masks, gloves and scrubs, like ones you would see in a hospital. Their attention on him.
He also sees a big long reflective window on the right side of the room. He stares at it for a few moments before looking back to the metal table. Eyes widening in alarm as he now takes notice of a small metal stand that hides behind one of the people wearing masks. Seeing just enough of it to make out the surgical tools that rest on it.
"Bring subject 122 here," one of the people wearing a mask instructs.
His whole body tenses as the horror of what was going to happen to him sets in. The men on either side of him pull him forward and he digs his heels into the floor, trying to stop them. Struggling to break free of their grasp.
"No!" he yells. The two men on either side eventually lift him up off the floor by his arms, so that his feet no longer touch the ground. "Let me go!"
They carry him over to the metal table and forcefully push him down on it in a lying position on his back. Then they close the metal clamps around his wrists, ankles, thighs, arms and head to hold him in place.
"That will be all," another one of the masked people says.
And with that, the two men that brought him there leave the room. The remaining ones, wearing the masks, lean over and examine him. At least that what it seems like to him. The blaring light that's beating down hard on him from above, makes it difficult to see what their now shadowed out faces are doing. He tries to free himself from the metal clamps fierce grasp on him, but only finds that he can barely even move now.
"Inject the nutrient serum," Someone instructs. Kenny's gaze lands on someone who turns and picks up a needle. The sight of it causes him to struggle even more. "Hold the subject in place."
He feels two hands go to his arm and hold it steady. He then feels the sharp pain of the needle breaking his skin and entering it. He stares at it wide-eyed and fear filled, wondering just what the clear-like substance was spilling into his arm. When they finish injecting it, they remove the needle and put it away.
"We will now start subject 122's first experimentation."
"Experimentation?!" Kenny repeats horrified.
"Begin recording the testing footage of experiment 1," one of them says and leans over Kenny's midsection, holding something sharp, a scalpel, in their hand.
"Why are you doing this?!" Kenny shouts, but gets no reply. The one over his midsection pulls up his shirt and rolls down the elastic waistband of his pants a bit and slowly brings the scalpel to his now exposed stomach. "S-Stop!" he pleads, hoping that by some miracle this is all just a really bad dream. But the cold metallic feeling of the scalpel lightly pressing against his skin says otherwise.
Before he can get another plead out, something is being shoved into his mouth. It takes a moment for him to realize it's a belt. For a brief moment he is confused as to why, until the scalpel begins pressing down into his skin. He ends up biting into it as a scream of agonizing pain shoots up through him. Some hands help to hold him firmly in place, making sure that his stomach area is stilled as much as possible. The blade of the scalpel makes it's way across the lower area of his stomach, just under his navel. Following along in a small straight line from left to right. The pain of the blade tearing into his flesh makes his eyes water with tears. When he thinks they might never stop with how much it hurts. It does. The one holding the scalpel lifts it up and away, leaving behind a thin trail of opened flesh on his stomach.
"First injection and implant will be here," the one holding the scalpel instructs.
Kenny sees another person appear beside them with a longer needle than the one from before. The one holding the scalpel puts it down on the tray behind them and turns back placing their hands on either side of the freshly made incision. Then takes their thumbs and spreads it open, causing Kenny to let out a muffled whimper into the belt. The other person beside them takes the needle and sticks it inside of the cut causing Kenny to scream. The fluid of the needle gets fully injected then removed. The person turns and grabs something, a small packet of some kind Kenny thinks, but it's hard to tell through his teary vision.
Before he can fully register what's going on, another incision is being made deep into the cut again. Although this time when they do it, the pain feels more dull. But that doesn't stop him from screaming. He sees the other one's hand move over the cut and puts what he thinks is the packet inside of it. The one that had been holding the wound open let's go and picks something else up. Something with a small hook-like needle and black thread attached to it in one hand, and a small pair of scissors in the other. They lean back down over him and then begin to sew the hook inside the cut, then make their way to the surface of it. His muffled screams by this point would sound hoarse if they could be heard properly. And the tears in his eyes had completely blurred his vision by now. There's a final snip of the scissors as the person over him leans away.
"This will be all for today's experiment. Take subject 122 to the disinfectant area," one of them orders.
Kenny doesn't even notice as the belt and clamps are removed from him. His only focus in that moment is to try and stay conscious and not pass out. Two men in white walk over to him and grab him, picking him up by the arms and setting him onto his feet. He can very faintly feel his shirt falling back down to cover his stomach once again. They try to make him walk but when he falls down, so they pick him up by the arms and drag him out of the room.
"Alright, let's prep for the next subject," is the last thing Kenny hears from the room before the big double doors swing shut behind him.
He feels like he's being dragged around for quite while until till there's a stop.
"Here," one of the men says.
Kenny barely registers where 'here' is when they abruptly let go of his arms and he stumbles forward a bit hitting a door. He puts his hands on it and steadies himself up right. Just as he let's go of the door, his pants and shirt are being torn off of him in one swift movement.
"What are you-" he says in a panicked voice, not sure what it is they intend on doing to him.
"Go in to the room," one of them interrupts as they open the door.
He clenches his hands into fists, not wanting to go in to anymore unknown rooms. He doesn't get to object however, as he feels a shove push him forward from one of the men and the door slams shut behind him.
He looks around the room wearily, noticing a light above him illuminating a now small white-tiled windowless room, with a small drain and what seems to be three shower heads on each one of the walls, but the one the door is on. Before he can study the small room some more though, all three shower heads turn on.
He winches as the scolding hot water makes contact with his skin, and again as it makes contact with his fresh wound. He falls down to his knees and places a hand over it, trying to stop the water from making contact with it. It doesn't really do much, and the sharp stinging from it only seems to get worse. He remembers briefly hearing one say something about a disinfectant area and wonders if that's what this room is. He slowly moves his hand away from the wound and looks at it. He sees the trails of crimson red escaping from it and mix with the hot water onto the tiles beneath him. He stares at it absentmindedly in silence, said for the loud hissing sound from the shower heads, before placing his hand back over it and trying to make the pain stop again.