Interlude II: the tale of a boy
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The world.
The universe.
The multiverse.
Everything.
Nothing.
Infinity
Zero
Concepts
Things that people knew of, and didn't know of at the same time.
The reasoning? Simple curiosity.
A young boy, never understood the concept of curiosity.
And ironically, that lack of knowledge…
Led to him being curious.
The boy seeked out everything.
When the boy…no, the person had everything…
He lost it.
Only to gain that opportunity to grasp that everything again…
And to reach the new limit.
…..
The room was white, vibrant, and emitted a piercing light.
Yet it was as empty and held no value.
To the young boy, it was nothing more than a prison.
Nothing more than a room that encased him from everything he could accomplish.
A room that enclosed him from true reality.
It was an erected barrier, and he wished to cross it, to hop through the border and enter the realm of the true reality.
Suddenly, in a flash, a person appeared…
He wore complete white, and his face was completely covered with a gas mask.
"Subject #743, seemingly healthy without any obvious health issues." The man stated, in a muffled voice. "Possesses candidate level physical capabilities for a seven year old."
"Potential candidate, has a suitable body for the experimentations, and hasn't been influenced enough to where the effects would be resisted." The man documented, writing things into a journal.
The boy narrowed his eyes at the mysterious man, who flipped the journal to another page.
The man stared at the boy, before suddenly emitting a pinkish aura, the aura instantly dissipated.
"Showing latent dark abilities, is currently using it subconsciously." The man jotted down, "I shall begin the core experimentation, now."
The man slowly approached the boy, who narrowed his eyes in concentration.
"I mean no harm, boy, my name is Korvesch Clide…"
"Or, as you will know me as, experimenter #1."
The boy's body automatically tensed up, the man approached closer, and closer…
"Now…no need to be afraid, boy…"
The boys readied into a stance on reaction.
The man unwrinkled his fingers, a sinister aura radiating from him.
"First test…"
"Physical performance."
…
Out of breath…
Exhaustion
Fatigue…
Pain.
A first experience, an experience that the boy never wanted to experience ever again.
His bones creaked, and his body ached in pain.
It's been like this for who knows how long.
The constant physical tests put massive strains on his young body, and each passing day, he yearned for something, something he felt he was missing, something he would kill to possess.
And yet, each passing day, the pain never stopped, the red liquid kept flowing…
And then, the physical tests were stopped.
The people in white stated that they wanted him to start maximizing and withdrawing his dark energy.
And to speed up the process, he was put in what they called an awakening chamber, a tube-like structure, and then…
It was overflowed with a dark red liquid, his lungs overflowed in pain, he gasped and frantically attempted to break out.
The pain swelled in his chests, as he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything.
"Alright, stop." The muffled voice said, "Hmm, it seems dark type energy is't going to be awakened through physical and mental strain."
"Well then, time to move onto plan B…"
The boy futilely attempted to escape, slamming onto the glass.
"Don't waste your energy, boy, it's useless, that glass has been fortified by psychic energy and other sources of power, you won't be breaking out of it anytime soon."
"Plan B:Initiation."
Arks of electricity pulsated around him, as in a flash, a bright light engulfed him, he groaned in pain, as after several seconds, his consciousness faded.
He awoke outside of the tube, tied down to a hospital bed.
"Hmmm, your nerve and damaged cells have been showing signs of dark energy, albeit it seems Plan B is going to be a rather tedious process." Said the same muffled voice, "Well, I think it's time for me to open up a bit to you."
The man slides his gas mask off, revealing a young man, seemingly in his twenties.
A sly grin spread on his pale face, "I recommend you ingrain this face into that shallow brain of yours."
The man slided two gloves on his pale hands, "Now, Plan C is one that's still a work in progress…"
"But it also has the most potential to be successful."
The man grinned psychotically, "Let's start, shall we?"
He opened a box, full of syringes and spikes, he slowly slid one of the Syringes out of the box.
"Be patient, boy, it won't hurt…for long."
He grabbed the boy's arm firmly, before injecting the syringe, the boy flinched in pain, as he felt…a weird liquid flow through him.
"Alright, that should do it…"
The man raised five fingers, "One…"
"Two…"
"Three…"
"Four…"
"Five." The man stated, grinning.
The boy's heart pounded, as suddenly, a wave of pain spiked in his chest.
He attempted to reach for his heart, but he was suddenly constrained by iron bars. He gasped for air, but he couldn't even breathe.
"Painful, right?" The man said, "Well, all pain will result…"
"In something beautiful."
He continued to gasp for air as the pain continued to spike in his chest, it was unbearable, as his entire body started to ache, he coughed violently, blood spilling onto his pale shirt.
His entire complexion paled, anger swelled in his chest alongside the pain as he stared at the man, smiling sadistically in front of him with pure anger and rage.
"Oho~ That look…is making me excited." The man said, "You know what, how about this…"
He pulled out a button, before lightly clicking on the red buzzer.
The iron bars slowly shrunken down, the boy flinched as his entire body intensified, muscles gripping tightly.
"It seems the drug is working quite effectively, much better than I had anticipated, it is just a simple prototype after all." The man said, snickering.
The boy's body swelled with anger, a rather unknown emotion, but one that compelled his body to break through the agony he was experiencing.
He gritted his teeth in pain, as he slowly moved his body, trying desperately to not be crushed under the immense pressure.
His eyes bulged, but he continued forward, as he finally managed to get off the bed.
The man grinned, "Well, why don't you try, boy?-"
He leaped at the man, his entire body exploding in pain, as he fired a swift kick from the side, which was easily blocked.
"Feisty kid," The man said, grunting.
With a simple motion, he drove his fist into the boy's abdomen, sending him crashing against the rough floor.
The boy winced from the intense, aching pain that his entire body was exerting, standing up once again, eyes apprehensive and battle-ready.
"Brat, don't get ahead of yourself." The man stated, "right now, you are nothing but a simple test subject."
The boy glared at the man, who sighed, "Well, it seems I'll have to teach you a lesson."
The man slid a button from his pocket, as the boy took a sloppy battle stance.
"Try it, if you dare."
The boy grunted, before leaping at the man, and in a swift motion from the man, he jolted in pain, as he fell to the floor, as a surge of electricity jolted him up again.
"Brat, just remember who's in charge here, you will follow everything I do, every order you should abide by with absolute loyalty," the man spat.
"And if you don't, don't worry, you won't be killed." The man said, smiling softly.
"You will be simply forced into every little thing you do." The man stated, before clicking the red buzzer, the boy's entire body jolted from the electricity again, he screamed for sir as his body pitifully flailed around, gasping for air.
The man slider on several gloves, before slowly approaching the boy.
"Now, I think you are deserving of a name…well, not exactly a name…how about a code name."
"From now on, you will refer to me as Korbec, and you will be referred to as one, subject one." Korbec stated, grinning.
"I recommend you don't try anything." The man said, grabbing one by his shirt, "If you do as said, then all will be well…"
…
Throughout the following year, Subject ##1 has been put through several high-level physical tests, and has also been put through several educational courses. We have decided to allow him to learn the basic core foundations of this world. Even if he starts getting rebellious ideas, the chances of him actually escaping is pitifully low, and he will follow commands efficiently with just a few iron fisting. He shows above average physical and mental capabilities, and is currently pure dark, although we've run several tests with several drugs and syringes in hopes of awakening the second typing. The report on the several tests ran on him are as follows:
Physical strain performance boosting:
Managed to stay conscious after several electrical shocks, although had to be instantly healed with several healer Pokémon, ditto cells, and full restores. No permanent scars yet.
Mental ability tests:
Managed to resist psychic influence, even from an highly powerful Alakazam without much issues, which shows that his dark typing is of the mental variant rather than the physical variant.
Stasis chamber experimentation tests:
His body's exposure to the dangerous chemicals have been highly condensed, only to where he can feel pain, and the tests have shown that his entire body is of good status as of right now, albeit we suspect that the long-term strain and constant physical trauma will be of issue in the late future, so it is highly recommended that the physical tests are to be toned down.
That wraps up the specific tests, time for the basic reports on his activity over the year:
So far he hasn't developed empathic abilities, and seems to be rather motionless, but with darks like him, you can never tell as psychic influence is impossible. Should always be put on watch, even if he hasn't exerted any plans or even intention of escaping facilities(not that it would be possible.) He's gained a wild interest in Pokémon Battle, which will tie in very well for our plans for him in the future.
…
Another year has passed, we have decided to give him an official name, "Nick Devolver," was chosen, and we have forged a proper identity and ID cards for him, his empathy is still very low, throughout the following year, he hasn't exerted much of really any peculiar traits, this report shouldn't be of much matter.
He's officially turned thirteen, his empathy has finally developed to a basic extent, his physical performance is above average, his pain tolerance isn't good compared to other subjects, but he is still able to take an electrical shock and some beatings without much issue. There have been one or two permanent scars due to the constant physical trauma(even after the tone down,) but it doesn't seem to be of much concern.
His obsession with Pokémon battling have spiked, and we decided to lend him a Riolu from one of the research labs as apart of a test, although he won't be allowed to train the canine Pokémon to avoid the risk of a potential hostile breakthrough, additionally, he's also, after several painful drug injections and chamber sessions, his secondary typing, fighting, has already developed to a minuscule point.
He is still pretty much a mystery, and should still be handled with a small dose of caution, although he shouldn't be of much problem and we shouldn't worry about anything dangerous about him.
…
Fuck…I, Korbec, have failed…
Nick Devolver has escaped, I repeat…have escaped.
I am bleeding from my abdomen as I am writing this down, but he has broken one of the psychic teleportation chambers!
I shall solemnly state my last words…
You know what, fuck it.
Nick Devolver has escaped, god knows where he is, this is the end of Project-multi.
Don't chase after him, if he reveals the secrets, and we end up killing him, we will become irredeemable.
Even if he releases the secrets, we can always say it's in the past.
No matter what, let that boy live!
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Sorry for the reallly short chapter, especially after the long downtime, but I've had my hands full with some stuff, and I just managed to release this one!
Have a great day, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and stay ballin'.
