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A Strange Dream
"Uhnn…" Fericul moaned. Where am I? he thought to himself.
He began to open his eyes but as soon as he did a bright light forced him to blink several times and squint. He could hear muffled voices about him and his vision was quite blurry.
A dark figure walked over to him and picked up his right arm. There was a sudden stinging sensation and then everything went black again.
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Rude Awakenings
Fericul's eyes shot open and he bolted upright. This time his vision and hearing were acute as ever.
He looked around and saw he was in a very peculiar and quite bland little room. Across from him a man lay face down on a cot. His arm hung over the side and in it he held a half-empty bottle of alcohol. There was a small kitchen area next to the drunken man and noticing the fridge, Fericul rolled out of bed and over to it.
Bracing himself against the top of the fridge, he opened the lower half. Delicious smells floated out to him, making his stomach growl. Inside there was a plate of food already prepared; fried chicken with mashed potatoes. He snatched it out along with a can of soda and a bottle of barbecue sauce. After drenching the chicken in sauce, Fericul grabbed a fork and began to devour the meal.
He popped open the can and took a drink. At the sound the man on the cot grumbled incoherently and rolled onto his back, dropping the bottle with a thud. Fericul looked over and after a moment realized he knew the man.
He set down his plate and walked over to the man on the cot. It was his friend Vireos from the Ninja Academy. And yet, it was not. This man was probably three or four years older than the Vireos he had seen just the other day.
"What is going on here?" Fericul exclaimed. Just as he said that the door to the room he was in flew open and four large men in black quarantine suits rushed in. They surrounded him and drew out an array of very odd looking weapons.
Fericul crouched low, and began to gather his spirit energy for the battle they had just brought to him. He moved into his battle stance: knees bent, back slightly arched, and arms up in boxing position. He closed his eyes and began to focus the gathered spirit energy.
"Calm down, calm down. These men are not here to hurt you," a raspy voice poured out from a previously unnoticed speaker on the ceiling. "They have come to take you to another room. We need to run some tests on you now that you have finally woken up. This may come as somewhat of a shock to you, but you have been in a coma for about three years now."
The news hit Fericul like a ton of bricks. Three years? How can that be? Only yesterday I had that fight with my father in his room…
"You're lying!" he yelled at the voice from the ceiling. "I won't have any of this nonsense!" He charged the quarantine man nearest to him. "Nyaaah!"
Before Fericul had a chance to defend himself the four men simultaneously fired their weapons, releasing bolts of electricity at him with a loud TZZZZAP! He screamed and fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.
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Down Down Down
The men reached forward to pick him up off the ground, but lurched back as the voice from the ceiling boomed, "Be careful! He is the last of our test subjects and the only one to date that has survived. Should he be damaged I will see to it that all of your heads are on a platter! Now take him to Laboratory B and tell Doctor Eight to run the tests as soon as the subject regains consciousness." The men put Fericul on a stretcher, strapped him down, and proceeded to do as the voice had instructed.
Exiting the room, they headed down a long, white corridor devoid of any marking. The only thing that interrupted the white were more doors, leading to rooms with horrors unknown locked within them.
They reached the end of the corridor and turned left, entering an elevator just large enough to accommodate them all. As they pushed Fericul into the elevator, the wheels of the stretcher bumped into the grate separating the floor from the elevator. Immediately Fericul woke up and exclaimed, "What are you doing! Where are you taking me!" He began to struggle violently, attempting to free himself from the restraints.
"Stop this behavior now," one of the men said to him.
"Screw you! Let me out of this!" he screamed back. The man moved over towards Fericul and punched him extremely hard in the stomach. Fericul let out an "oof!" and was silent after that. The elevator door closed and the man nearest the controls hit a button, beginning their descent.
After what seemed like an eternity to Fericul, the elevator came to a halt. The door opened and a horrid smell of rotten eggs rushed in at them. A tall man in a white lab coat and thin blue rimmed glasses was standing at the doorway, apparently waiting for them. "I will take the patient now. Were there any special instructions that came along with this one?" he asked the men.
The one who had punched Fericul stepped forward and said, "The general's orders were to begin the tests immediately. However they must be performed by Doctor Eight."
"Yes, yes. That is me. Now just hand him over and I shall get to work right away." Doctor Eight said. "Oh, and tell the general if you will that the tests should be finished within a few days. And that I will send the results up to him myself as soon as I am done."