Title: Unnatural
Author: BlueLunacy7
Chapter Warnings: gory violence, creepy OCs',
Pairings: OC/OC future Sam/Bee
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, the any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in anyway, shape, or form.
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Chapter 3: See No Evil
A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage. -Marvin Kitman
The rattling of chains was a pleasant undertone to the almost silence of their cell or so Keith thought, had they not been what were connecting him to the wall. An annoyance he had gotten use to because of what it meant. Bars over the mirror, thick chains, one would think that his jailers didn't trust him or his compatriots.
He knew they were there, his jailers, watching him on the other side of the glass. Maybe he would give them a show, something to lighten up their dull lives. He was lounging on the bed, Isabel's head curled up against his hip, her clawed hands kneading his thighs while Jacob was sprawled on the other end, his hands running up and down her legs.
Well, to be completely technical, they were Subject 2500, Subject 2502, and Subject 2503 respectively.
No, no show today or at least not yet but that didn't mean he wouldn't rattle a few other chains himself, "How are Molly andJames?" He asked, smiling at those standing behind the mirror as Isabel and Jacob laughed.
Barely heard shuffling occurred behind the mirror. So, did he hit a nerve? He chuckled; breaking the bones in Molly's arm had been fun and he knew dear James was most likely dead. When he bit the Agent's throat, he damn near decapitated the man.
That had been such fun.
The echo of an agonizing scream resonated throughout his cell, distracting his thoughts. Distant, faint, had he been human he probably wouldn't have heard it at all. Oh, he knew exactly who was producing that delightful sound. The only problem was that he wasn't the one clawing the sound out of that sweet throat. It was something he would have to correct in the future. He had only seen Subject 2501 once and that was all it took. He wanted the pretty boy bbbbaaaddd.
Subject 2501 was a fighter. Oh, he didn't look like one, but he was, Keith knew that very well. He would be such fun….
As the screams began anew, his blood began to boil and he slid his hand down Isabel's shirt to fondle a breast. Looks like he was going to give the jailors a show after all, but as fun as these two were, he would have traded them both for Subject 2501.
The boy he was in love with…..
….whose name he didn't even know.
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Gunshots followed by screams, high and howling, echoed off the tile walls, Dina Morgan couldn't keep the look of revulsion off her face as she watched the experiment continue, flinching each time the gun fired. After what seemed like an eternity, Subject 2501 was removed from the wall where he had been restrained and ungently placed on a steel examining table.
"Don't look so concerned," Dr. Powers stated as she stepped out from behind the protective glass. "There's no permanent damage."
"What do you mean 'No permanent damage?'" Dina asked as calmly as she could as she followed Dr. Powers. She was only an assistant, more to the point she was Dr. Rebecca Howard's assistant, so why Dr. Powers asked her to assist was odd, unless it had something to do with the strange power games that went on between them.
"Just watch."
Tearing her angry gaze away from her fellow scientist, she looked at the boy on the table. He looked so pathetic laying there, coughing up blue blood, lungs gurgling, and bullet holes riddling his body. Although she knew him to be 17, he looked a bit younger, perhaps it was the fact he was so thin. She wanted to do something to help him, even if it was as simple as covering his nudity, so at least he wouldn't have to suffer that indignity.
Her son was his age…
'Stop it,' Dina told herself, 'No matter what was said or what he looks like, he's probably no different than the other monsters. You felt pity for them too until they killed one researcher and injured another.'
However, the scientist within her began cataloging how human he looked. Eyes closed and edged with tick lashes, pale with a dusting freckles that were fading from the lack of sun light, dark brown locks curling around his ears…skinny, she could see the knobbiness of his joints and hints of his ribs beneath his taut skin. Were they feeding him? The other subjects weren't this thin.
As she stared, several entry wounds seemed to move, rippling as if there were worms beneath the skin. Torn between fascination and revulsion, she watched as the bullets slowly wiggled out from each of the wounds, followed by chink as they rolled onto the metal table. The skin knitted together, leaving smooth flesh. He gasped, drawing a clear breath but seemed to remain unconscious.
"Remarkable isn't it?" Dr. Powers stated, picking up a bullet with gloved fingers. "Not only does his body have an astonishing healing rate, it seems to remember."
"Remember?"
"Each time his body is damaged, it remembers how to heal it the next time. For instance, the first time we performed a test similar to this; it took him nearly an hour to heal. Of course the wounds were less severe in nature." She smiled, "Imagine the possibilities."
"This could revolutionize modern medicine forever." Dina's stated, her voice tinged with wonder. Illness after illness that could be treated or cured ran through her mind with HIV, AIDS, and cancer at the forefront.
"There are the Military applications as well. Picture soldiers with the same capabilities." She looked at Dina "From what we've seen with all the Subjects, they are faster and stronger than humans are."
Mention of the other Subjects brought forward a question Dina had been meaning to ask, "I had the understanding that Subject 2501 was different from the other Subjects?"
"He's less aggressive, less prone to destructive outbursts than the others are, usually only violent when provoked. When he does become violent, he seems less inclined to inflict serious damage or should I say, less inclined to kill. It also appears he has the capacity for empathy that the other Subjects lack." Dr. Powers stated, warming to the topic, "Subject 2500, 2502 and 2503 seemed to have formed a pack, while Subject 2501 seems to be more solitary. However, it's probably due to the rejection and level of violence the others have shown towards him."
Dina nodded and asked, "Why is Subject 2501 different?"
"It's assumed that Subject 2501 is an anomaly," Dr. Powers shrugged, "There's some thought about breeding him and Subject 2502."
'Breeding? No way-' her train of thought was broken when Subject 2501started to regain consciousness.
His eyes seemed almost too big for his, pale gaunt face, lined with those thick lashes. While the other Subjects had eyes that were a strange, coppery color, Subject 2501's was a vivid blue, the color of a gas flame. They drew in the soul, filled with pain and jaded resignation, as if he was expecting her to hurt him, as if she was the monster.
"We'll have to cut this short, Dr. O'Keefe. Alex needs me to attend to something," Dr. Powers said. Dina nodded, though how someone could marry Agent Powers was beyond her. Dr. Powers spoke to the two guards, "Have him cleaned up and taken back to his room."
Dr. Powers left the room but Dina didn't follow her. She fingered the tape recorder in her pocket and made a decision. "Wait a moment." She said to the guards.
Turning back to Subject 2501, she took out the tape recorder and with shaky fingers pressed play. Electric vowel-intensive sounds and low rumbles filled the air, the voice of NBE-2. When the sound clip ended, she asked, "Could you understand that?"
She couldn't say why she thought he could make sense of the noise when she and others had spend years decoding and translating the words she knew were there. He stared at her wearily, as if expecting a trick. After a moment, he slowly nodded.
She couldn't keep the surprise off her face. She had to ask, "What does it say?"
Again, there was silence from him. She needed to know what the recording said, but there was more to it than that. She needed him to speak, to sound like the others, for his pale pink mouth to stretch into a Glasgow smile full of sharp teeth that a shark would envy, so she could go back to thinking of him as a monster rather a person, a teenager like her son.
He licked his bloody lips and spoke in a breathy whisper, "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."
His mouth and teeth were normal and his words were slurred but he sounded like every other teenager she had ever met. Like her son. God, he didn't deserve this. She nodded to the guards and walked out of the room as they moved to take him.
She couldn't risk it. She had a family to consider. A son to put through college, she had to take care of them.
She had to tell Dr. Howard that she was right about NBE-2, that it was a munificent being, just as she thought. But she and the others had to find proof in order to convince their superiors to attempt to initiate contact with NBE-2 and to enlist its help in the defense of Earth, something more that just the words of someone being used as a science experiment, whose judgments might be impaired.
If she tried to help him now, she would end up in Section N44E where she could do nothing.
She simply couldn't risk it.
'I'm so sorry.' She thought as she left him to his fate, 'I can't help you.'
As she walked to her office, she couldn't help but think that she too had become one of the monsters.
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Author Notes:
Hello again,
Subject Guide:
Subject 2500: Keith
Subject 2501: Unnamed
Subject 2502: Isabel
Subject 2503: Jacob
Once again, to everyone who read and reviewed, Thanks.
Happy Holidays,
-BlueLunacy7
