Welp... Heh, I've really fucked up. School required two huge projects, and I thought I could get everything done early. Boy was I wrong. Anyway, I know all of you have been waiting for this chapter, as I left it on a cliffhanger last time.

Also I'll be changing thoughts from "This" to 'This.' A simple change but I hope it makes thoughts and dialogue easier to separate.

Without further adieu Chapter 3 – Induction

I was forced into the bright white hallway by the guards, who probably underestimated me. It makes perfect sense that they'd underestimate my abilities, after all I look like a scrawny, tall 17 year old who lived in his mother's basement for half his life. All of a sudden I was hit in the back of the neck with something very powerful, by someone immensely strong. I felt light and weak, I couldn't move and my eyelids slowly shut as they dragged me through another door.

I awoke in a brightly lit, white room with very little to describe; there was a single bed, a toilet, a sink, and a shut door. The only different color in the whole room was a single line of orange at eye level going entirely around the room. 'Am I in a holding cell?' I questioned myself, hoping that I could get out. Looking down at myself my clothes had been ruffled around. 'Did they search me!?' I frantically patted myself down, checking for my possessions . Though my possessions were seemingly meaningless they meant the world to me, I had a rock that I collected at the site where I became a demon. Though some wouldn't want to remember these moments, as they could interpret that that's the moment they lost their humanity. To me however, this meant more of an opening of a door to a world of new possibilities. My one other possession I had on me was a preserved flower from the fields where we defeated the White Whale, no need to go into detail. The last possession I had was a simple Ipod with all my favorite music on it, it had died but I was able to resurrect it with magic. All of which were completely missing.

I checked my body underneath and observed a bunch of small bandages and tiny pinpricks where needles had probably poked me. Upon looking at my arms once more, even more of the pin pricks made themselves know to me.

An unfamiliar sound was behind me to my right, right where the door is. Whipping around I was ready for a fight, instead a woman was standing there. She had light brown hair that went down to her shoulders, and she was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt. She was wearing some sort of long dress shorts, that went from right below her *cough* jugulars all the way down to her ankles with one leg sticking out from a weird design choice. She seemed to be an adult and in charge, hoping to get answers I exited my overly-defensive stance. "You have a code now, you will be referred to by your code and only your code. Your code is 001," She told me, it seems as if she's put on a mask of courage when she was really actually nervous.

"Ok, but when will I get out of here?" I decided to probe to see how much information I can dig out.

"You will leave once we test your ability to be a parasite," With that she left the room and another whir of the door.

The past three days, no weeks? I can't really tell, had been painfully boring with nothing happening except me in this room thinking about songs. Daily rations were the highlights of my days in the room, if nothing is happening then food becomes the highlight of everyday.

Like the first time the door had opened I twisted around, and was pleasantly surprised, to see that the light brown haired woman had returned. "It's time for your testing," She announced to me.

"Is anyone going to hit me over the head this time? That was my favorite part about when I was brought here," it felt like I put so much irony in that last sentence that she was taken back from it.

She quickly recovered however, and told me a simple, "No, follow me." Without a word I got up and followed her through the door and out into the bright white corridor. Thoughts began to flood into my head as I switched into autopilot and followed her. 'What do they mean by testing?!' 'What are they going to do? Will they just give me a standardized test?' Hoping for a standardized test I took a deep breath as we stopped moving. "We're here," she said dully. "Beyond this door are pistills that are willing to test you and themselves, if all goes well we will learn about your abilities," She was as dead as ever.

"How are you going to test my ability to be their partner?" I asked the woman, with a small, demented side of me hoping it would be something sexual.

"You and one of the pistils will enter the pod in the center,and when the grips come out, grab them," She ordered, then she opened then the door. Looking at their outfits, it was clear I was out of place. I was wearing black and red shoes, somewhat black jeans, a plain black shirt, and on top of that a light and dark blue striped jacket. Meanwhile they were all wearing skin tight suits with what seemed like a mechanical hood on the back. The woman with light brown hair moved over to where the pistills had gathered, I on the other hand migrated my way to the pod and started to learn it's intricacies. The pod was nothing fabulous, it had a basic, slick design and looked like an untextured or shaderless object in a video game. It had two parts to it, the top was a completely different color altogether. The top was a very slick looking black, and the bottom half was a light gray with very little to it. To both the right and left of the pod were monitors, wires, and what I assumed are some sort of machines to monitor what was occurring within the pod.

Just then something tapped my shoulder, suppressing my urge to react at light speed I (relatively) slowly turned around, one of the girls was there. Her face was slightly more human than the woman that brought me here, analyzing her facial features was easy, as nothing stood out. her eyes were a beautiful bright shade of blue, and her hair was black with a few white hairs appearing every now and again. "It's time for us to test our compatibility," she cheerfully exclaimed to me, it was crystal clear that she was excited to test with me or perhaps she was just told to act this way. Either way I gave her a little nod to say that I was ready. She turned around "We're ready!" she enthusiastically informed the woman.

It was two hours after the testing finished, nothing important really happened but I can say that the awkwardness and sexuality of the position was not lost on me at all, I had to sit in a seat then the pistill laid on their stomachs in front of me with their rear-ends just a few mere centimeters away. As expected the little grips popped out from their holsters, that were on the pistills rear-ends. Needless to say, I was shocked but I followed along anyway.

Everything was smooth up until I had exhausted all the pistills and realized that I was incompatible with everyone, trying to give them a reason to keep me alive I offered that I try to sit in the pod alone in the pistill's position. That one time that I tried the pistill spot it felt like I was one with the pod, I even heard (what I assumed) the monitoring machines spin up and aggressively whir and hum, as if they were receiving too much information or power. After I got out there were more soldiers there and immediately I was shocked with a taser and knocked out.

That brings me to now, sitting in a smaller cell with two of the military dudes clad in black watching me. The only real difference was that it felt like I was on a plane.

Sorry so, so, so much I just haven't had the motivation to do this. I will try my very best to get this out more often

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