I took my sweet time uploading this chapter, but I think it was worth it. This chapter has more of a plot, and sounds a little better than the first (I hope). Honestly, I didn't like writing this so much, 'cause it's a little, heh, gory. Anyway, hang on in there, it'll get better as I progress.
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Something was wrong. The normal eerie stillness that pervaded the lab was broken, throwing its inhabitants into a nervous anxiety. Shouts reverberated off walls, the sounds of shots being fired and heavy footsteps clattered across the tiled floor and echoed through the hallways. The others were edgy, and tensed visibly at every shout, every ringing cry. This had never happened before. What had disturbed the stagnant silence that was their residence?
The answer came in the form of a man, then two, then many, as they rushed through the once undisturbed corridors. With them came the smell of metal, the stench of sweat, and something far worse.
"Leave no one alive, anyone one of these things could be a monstrosity!" the obvious leader of this troop yelled. "Choose a target and... fire!" The a sick splatter joined the tumult of noises, and the sounds of the occupants of the lab left them. They were no more. No living being was spared in the massacre. No plea for mercy was recognized. For those who tried to escape, no better fate met them. All were cut down, shot, stabbed. No one was left alive to witness the slaughter of these innocents.
All except one.
He was overlooked in the blood-bath, already coated in the blood of others, sprayed with remnants of once living beings. Everyone who looked would believe he was dead, seeing him in such a state. But he was not. Several hours later, when cleaners were sent to the site of the mess, they were shocked to find a very much alive body among the dead. Unconscious, but alive. He was taken to be washed, cleaned, and on the orders of the boss, placed into confinement. A survivor of the slaughter, of the massacre. The single person to live. The person who was best left to die, as he would cause many more deaths with his life. Unique, singular, imperfect, because he was just a test, he couldn't be human. He was the one with the engraving by his cell. The engraving read simply: Subject 123. Beneath that engraving, before the slaughter tore it and stained it red, there had been a strip of paper. That strip of paper was altogether more important than any engraving, any human life that had been taken. It was the only one that stated: Subject – passed.
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Yay, tis done! No flames, even if I feel like I *might *deserve them for this. For those who didn't like this, I totally understand, but I'm not re-writing the chapter for you. Really, should I keep this story as T -rated? Maybe this is an overreaction, but I like to be cautious.