Training or torture
When he awoke the experiment was in a cold cell, the walls were made of glass and the floor of concrete. He was covered in stinging pains, he felt groggy and was terribly ill. He could see into the cell next to him, the other experiment lay unconscious on the floor. Now he was so close he saw how beautiful she was, he thought she was beautiful anyway. Her fur shone like velvet and she looked so perfect. He was pressed up against the glass without even knowing it. He wished he could reach out and stroke her velvety fur. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were black but deep inside he thought he saw a glistening purple. He stepped back from the glass and felt uncomfortable. And it wasn't from the poison.
"Hello, who are you?" She said. Her voice was like her fur, velvety and smooth.
"Err, um, I don't know?" He replied. He wasn't lying; he didn't know.
She got up and crossed the cage.
"Well, you have got to have a number, haven't you?" She said again.
"No, I don't know my number."
"Didn't Jumba give you one then?"
"I never met Jumba, I was born here." He said again.
"You mean you were never brought to life by Jumba?" she said in disbelief.
"Yes, that's right."
"My number is 138."
"Just call me experiment, everyone else does."
"What are your powers?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know all of them, but I can lift things 20 times my size and I can walk on ceilings." He said.
"You must be an early experiment, like me. I'm designed to steal stuff and break signs."
"I don't know what I'm made for. But I like breaking stuff and, err, explosions." He added. He did not want her to know he liked death, come to think of it he didn't like the fact he liked death, but he couldn't stop himself.
They saw no one else the rest of that day; they had no food or water. 138 Explained why she was left behind. There was a young experiment, and he had lost his mother, she found him and managed to get him on the last space ship leaving, and she herself was left.
The next day the torture started, both experiments where forced to run hour after hour on treadmills, with uncomfortable wires stuck under the skin. They where continuously being monitored, they could not make eye contact, let alone speak. They were tagged and fitted with an electronic chip, it they faltered or slacked they were sapped by a tiny spark.
Life went on like this for what seemed like forever, it was actually two years. In the day they were made to lift heavy weights or do hours on a treadmill, then they would be injected with strange potions to see what their bodily reaction was. They were only fed water and some unrecognizable mush that was supposed to be food.
Only the experiment knew what the police was trying to achieve; they were trying to see if they could train the experiments to fight for them; little clever creatures to carry out their dirty work. If they did not stand up to the brutal treatment they would be useless to the police. He hated Doctor Ranoi, He would do anything to avenge the suffering of 138. He did not tell this to 138, he didn't really know why. Perhaps it was the fear that she would give up and leave him forever. He loved her and never wanted her to leave. If only he knew then what fate had in store, he probably would have given up there and then.
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Sorry for not updating in ages! I've had this written for ages… I was just being lazy!
Please review!!! Please review!!! I would like to know what you think!
When he awoke the experiment was in a cold cell, the walls were made of glass and the floor of concrete. He was covered in stinging pains, he felt groggy and was terribly ill. He could see into the cell next to him, the other experiment lay unconscious on the floor. Now he was so close he saw how beautiful she was, he thought she was beautiful anyway. Her fur shone like velvet and she looked so perfect. He was pressed up against the glass without even knowing it. He wished he could reach out and stroke her velvety fur. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were black but deep inside he thought he saw a glistening purple. He stepped back from the glass and felt uncomfortable. And it wasn't from the poison.
"Hello, who are you?" She said. Her voice was like her fur, velvety and smooth.
"Err, um, I don't know?" He replied. He wasn't lying; he didn't know.
She got up and crossed the cage.
"Well, you have got to have a number, haven't you?" She said again.
"No, I don't know my number."
"Didn't Jumba give you one then?"
"I never met Jumba, I was born here." He said again.
"You mean you were never brought to life by Jumba?" she said in disbelief.
"Yes, that's right."
"My number is 138."
"Just call me experiment, everyone else does."
"What are your powers?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know all of them, but I can lift things 20 times my size and I can walk on ceilings." He said.
"You must be an early experiment, like me. I'm designed to steal stuff and break signs."
"I don't know what I'm made for. But I like breaking stuff and, err, explosions." He added. He did not want her to know he liked death, come to think of it he didn't like the fact he liked death, but he couldn't stop himself.
They saw no one else the rest of that day; they had no food or water. 138 Explained why she was left behind. There was a young experiment, and he had lost his mother, she found him and managed to get him on the last space ship leaving, and she herself was left.
The next day the torture started, both experiments where forced to run hour after hour on treadmills, with uncomfortable wires stuck under the skin. They where continuously being monitored, they could not make eye contact, let alone speak. They were tagged and fitted with an electronic chip, it they faltered or slacked they were sapped by a tiny spark.
Life went on like this for what seemed like forever, it was actually two years. In the day they were made to lift heavy weights or do hours on a treadmill, then they would be injected with strange potions to see what their bodily reaction was. They were only fed water and some unrecognizable mush that was supposed to be food.
Only the experiment knew what the police was trying to achieve; they were trying to see if they could train the experiments to fight for them; little clever creatures to carry out their dirty work. If they did not stand up to the brutal treatment they would be useless to the police. He hated Doctor Ranoi, He would do anything to avenge the suffering of 138. He did not tell this to 138, he didn't really know why. Perhaps it was the fear that she would give up and leave him forever. He loved her and never wanted her to leave. If only he knew then what fate had in store, he probably would have given up there and then.
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Sorry for not updating in ages! I've had this written for ages… I was just being lazy!
Please review!!! Please review!!! I would like to know what you think!