Italics = thoughts
bold = writing and sounds
bold and italics = hallucinations and dreams
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As the lift swiftly lowered itself to the first level of my facility, I looked at my new test subject, and saw that there was some blood coming off of her legs. I rolled up her trouser leg, to reveal that there was a bullet wound that went deep into the pokemorph's leg.
I pulled out my Multi-Use Portable Screen-sheet device (M.U.P.S device), and activated it's x-ray mode. I moved it so it was over the wound; and I saw that the bullet was wedged in the femur. It is going to take a while for that to heal; if the surgery goes to plan.
As I put my M.U.P.S device back into my inside pocket, the lift came so a steady stop. I grabbed the limp form under her arms. The elevator doors opened and I started to drag her to the medical table that I had left for the new test subject. I carefully placed her onto the table a I quickly strapped her to the table, so that she couldn't escape.
After I strapped the woman to the table, I put down my dark hood and removed my black gloves before i stared at my hands for a moment. And then I sighed. I wish that at least one of my experiments would go completely to plan. I thought sadly, as I walked to the end of the table. Still, maybe this experiment will work.
As I grabbed the handle at the end of the bed and started to push the medical table into a dimly lighted hallway and towards one of the vacant surgical facilities , when I heard her again.
"where are you taking her, jack?" said a quiet, shallow voice. I looked around the corridor to seek out the source of the voice, but it seemed that was coming from everywhere at once.
"Don't you love me any more, jack? Said the voice, as I turned around and looked at the direction the voice was coming from.
The corridor I had previously been walking down had became completely dark, except for two red, glowing eyes at the end of the hallway. "Don't you love us any more, jack?" said many quiet, shallow voices simultaneously.
The pair of eyes at the end of the hallway seem to double in size quite rapidly, and many numerous eyes identical to the first pair started to open, staring right at me angerfuly.
"We will make you love us!" said the voices, in a anger filled screech. The eyes suddenly started to rush towards me, and I turned away from the eyes, and started to run. I looked behind me, and I saw that the eyes were quickly catching up with me. I suddenly felt myself fly throuth the darkness as...
CRASH!
(different POV)
I felt myself slowly start to wake up with a light-headed feel. I attempted to sit up to see where I was, but I felt something stop me from doing so...
CRASH!
I suddenly looked to my left, to see a man falling to the floor and land heavily on his stomach. As my mind started to clear, I realized that this man had kidnapped me. As he groggily got up, I saw how strange the man was.
Under his black cloak, his skin was pale, his eyes were a deep red, and he wore metallic, bulky glasses. But the weirdest things about him were his hands and teeth. When he opened his mouth to moan in pain, I saw that his teeth were pointed, and when he put a hand on the bed rail to lift him up, I saw that all he had...
...was claws.
I stared at his hand for almost a minute, when I heard a tired voice say "Ah, your awake! You must have had too little of a dose"
I turned to look at the direction of the voice, and I saw he red eyes. We stared at each other for what seemed forever, but after remembering my training, I asked a timid, but strong voice "Who are you?"
The man leaned closer to me and looked into my eyes, muttering something. Then he suddenly turned away, picked up the clipboard at the end of the bed and started to quickly writing down notes on it.
I stared at the man's strange reaction, before asking in a more bold voice "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
The man turned to me and stared for a moment, before pulling a syringe full of Gray liquid and saying "My name is Jack Skeleton..." he tested the syringe while walking towards me. "...and what I want to do..." he swiftly stuck the syringe into my neck and injected the liquid into me "...is to help."
that is the last thing I remembered before I fell into the darkness of unconscious.
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