I appreciative Fleeting Eternal from favoring my story. But once again I'm only continuing because I know some people like the story, but I don't know what anyone thinks about it so I really need some feedback. I don't care if it's constructive criticism, as long as it isn't a flame.
Escape
30 years later 2027…
It had been years of staring at an endless flow of these humans covered in nothing but white. They walked back and forth reading and gliding their fingers against their analyzing devices and giving him long stares, then continuing on to whatever they were doing.
He had blacked out several times, and woke up hurting in the same numb state he was stuck in. He hardly could move, and all he could remember was being stuck in this container ever since he opened his eyes, other than that one human.
The first thing that registered in his mind when he first saw it was, "Parental Unit."
He knew nothing but the familiar hum and that at first. Then darkness, struggling, and being jabbed with a sharp object. He then felt the same familiar numbness he'd always felt after that.
But as soon as the darkness came, it was gone. He had to adjust his eyes, and then he saw eyes on white, unfamiliar noises, and objects.
It was a world of no freewill, just watching and waiting.
He would see the Parental Unit walk by sometimes. Giving him a rough glance consisting of a furrowed brow, brown eyes hard, behind his glasses and a his mouth lined up in a straight line, that he couldn't comprehend.
The humans were the only living things he had ever seen, and he began to study their movements. The way their bodies moved, how they interacted amongst themselves and the furrow of their brows, the way their hands moved and how their faces scrunched up to make facial expressions.
He at first began to think he was human, and tried copying their expressions whenever they turned their backs. He found out he was limited and he began to soon understand these expressions.
After learning a little about those expressions he soon began to blackout. Awaking with a pain that trailed in a line across his body.
He couldn't tell where it was, but something came flooding into his brain like a wave. He realized that something was wrong and when the Parental Unit walked by and flashed him that same look, he found out it was a look of utter disgust.
When he received that look he felt something he never felt before. He felt like he was on fire, like he was betrayed. His eyes narrowed, throat tensed up and burned, with teeth gritted in a snare. This was his first emotion, hatred.
The humans jumped in shock, and began talking in that strange language, then everything went black once again.
We woke up to a burning sensation across his eyes, everything was blurry and out of focus.
At this moment he began to receive a flood of information out of nowhere. A sound of a computer-like voice giving him a constant flow of numbers, letters, and several flashes of unfamiliar images.
He now knew why he was being kept in this horrid place. He wasn't human.
For years he had received information from something attached to him called, a PAK. He gained access to security codes, people's names and rank, and full operation of the facility.
The humans didn't know he knew every little scrap of their pathetic lives.
He began to hate them, and called them every name he could think of. Why can they have lives? While he stays here to rot, in this hell hole.
He learned to dig deeper into his PAK for any information about him.
He received something about an Irken and Irk, but when he tried searching for his name, he received a painful shock that shot though his body for more than a minute.
The humans seemed to have panicked and he was once again plunged into darkness.
From after that he stopped looking for his real name and began looking instead for info about him in the humans database. He found it.
Accessing Database…
Alpha Block
Experiment: 62-Alpha
Origin: Unknown, was found in a oval metallic object
Characteristics: Small, about 4, 1'' weighs 57lbs
Has light green skin, with two thick antennae extending outward from the base of subjects head…
Has a pair of crimson, reflecting optical lens…
Subject hands are actually claws, has no known nostrils and has a pair of jagged teeth in a well squared repetition…
Subject has a strange, metallic object attached both externally and internally between both shoulder blades, extending towards spinal cord…
The metallic object is firmly shut and immune to most attempts of cracking it open…
Subject has only one internal organ other than the brain and is able to heal at drastic speeds…
Behavior: hasn't shown any ability of speech functions, and performs a limited amount of expressions…
Subject hasn't shown any known reactions…
That was all the information he wanted, the rest was nothing but serial numbers and codes.
He was able to listen onto the humans with their conversations. Most of them were boring. They mentioned families, kids, and this love thing; they had with humans called girlfriends and boyfriends. He thought it completely weak and pathetic. Humans were all the same.
As the years pasted to the present year 2027, the human he once thought as a Parental Unit named Professor Albert Con became president. After the former one was claimed deceased.
The professor was young when he first saw him, but now he was older and had grown a full beard. As soon he became president, that's when the undrugged torture began.
He experienced it when his whole body became incapacitated, like he was completely paralyzed. He was unable to move even his eyelids and was stuck in this state for the first time ever, to experience what they have been doing when he was knocked out.
The humans drained the containment tube, one of them were strangely familiar. He then realized the human was that wrenched professor.
The Con human slid his cardkey in the lock, opening his now drained prison. It was his first time experiencing being out of that horrid tank. He felt a cold blast of air collide with his skin.
He wanted to shudder with uncomfort. But it was worst when the humans grabbed hold of him, with their filthy hands. They picked him up, their hands firmly gripping him and he was placed and strapped securely to a cart.
They wheeled him down a long hall passing all the security doors and they stopped in front of what looked like a high security bulk-head. It had to be at least made with 20ft of Lutetium and bared the Iris insignia. A flaming fox sitting on top of the earth, revealing one sinister looking eye.
The wrenched professor looked at him and smiled a sinister grin.
"That's the way out, but little monsters, such as the likes of you. Won't ever be crossing that door," the human sighed, "like you understand what I'm saying anyway."
He wanted to rip that wrenched human's face off with his bare claws, for ever mocking him.
The humans laughed, and wheeled him in another direction.
Did they keep him awake just to taunt him? Was that the only thing they wanted to do, to get a kick out of their little human bloodlust? He will make them pay dearly.
He was brought to a white room that was covered in blinding lights. He was unstrapped and re-strapped on a slad.
The humans strapped a mask over his mouth that had a tube connected to some sort of machine. Out of the corner of his eyes his caught a glimpse of different types of scalpels and other sharp tools, neatly lined up on a metallic table.
He knew something like this probably happened to him, but he never thought it true. It was to terrifying to even imagine and now he was going to witness and feel the most horrifying thing, he was going to be cut open. Without being able to resist, close his eyes or scream, he was at the humans mercy now.
Con left but the other two stayed. They moved both to the side, one held him in place and the other grabbed hold of a curved scalpel. The human didn't even look at him twice. He never felt anything as painful as this, he wanted to scream.
There was a glimpse of greenish blood. He wanted it to stop, but they kept going and they made it slow. The more they continued, the more painful it was. There were painkillers existing, but no they didn't use those. All they used was a stupid breathing aid.
He screamed in his mind, and swore that he will ANNIHILATE, the entire human race. He will cut them open, and he would have the last laugh when he hears their terrified screams.
An hour…
He was back in that accused containment tube still waiting for the drug to wear off. He was able to move slightly, meaning his eyes and his mouth.
The professor walked in and smirked, looking at his now stitched up chest, "hurt didn't it? Well it won't hurt any more tomorrow. We have no use for you anymore.
Con's eyes narrowed with a sinister gleam, he had always despised the alien. It took away his real life, to spend time with his pregnant girlfriend, and have his kids years ago. But no she ran and drove off upset, and then the accident happened. She died and lost his kids, because he had no time to spend with her; he had to keep his job. He could hear her last words, "CON, HOW COULD YOU! YOU FUCKING PROMISED!"
Con gritted his teeth in frustration and fought back tears, "we had you for 30 years and we hadn't gotten any cures for diseases, or anything from your filthy taunted DNA. Like a wrenched thing like you could understand!" He wiped a stray tear away.
He couldn't understand the professor's feelings, but it made him boil in rage. These humans had tortured him enough.
His eyes narrowed and flashed dangerously with pure hatred, and all his muscles tensed.
The humans monitoring him now backed up, dropping any items they held. It happened in a split second, his PAK opened up shooting out and extending four cybernetic arachnid limbs. Striking the reinforced glass with its sharp bladed tips at the same time, with a large amount of force.
A crack appeared and began spreading rapidly across the tank. And before anyone could let out a scream. The glass shattered, the liquid sustaining 62-Alpha flooded into their faces and knocked down a few scientists.
Con was standing in front of the containment tube and was hit by the full force. A piece of glass embedding in his right eye and slamming the professor unconscious against a wall.
His body lurched forward from the liquids pressure and he arachnid limbs caught him in time before his face collided with the floor. But jabbing and crushing a scientist's face in that was lying on the ground by accident. Reddish crimson blood splattered everywhere and hit him. He could feel a burning sensation as soon as it made contact.
But he had no time dealing with the humans; he would have to kill them another time. This was an opportunity to escape this hell hole.
He was fueled with absolute hate and rage, but managed to dart rapidly through the ventilation system. He could hear an alarm sound, and he could soon feel air and hear a rapid "whirring" sound.
He soon found out he was about to rush into a steel fan, but he reacted quickly by shoving a girder open underneath him before he hit the fan.
The girder fell and he landed in a room full of lab coats. He grabbed one quickly with a arachnid leg and slipped past a few panicking scientist that stupidly opened the security doors to exit.
He wondered why they would be stupid enough to open the security doors. He then knew why as soon as a mechanical voice answered his question.
"IRIS IS INTUITING A FULL SECURITY LOCKDOWN, TO CONTAIN THE CURRENT THREAT," the security system announced.
He almost ran into the bulk-head while being distracted by this new threat to thwart his escape.
He looked at the huge door wondering and panicked on how he was going to open the thing. He was so frustrated, that he might not be able escape and he would be trapped to die in this horrid facility forever. He went to a keycard scanner and tried to use his own knowledge of the facilities passwords to try to hack into it and open the heavy door.
He then noticed a keycard hanging from the pocket of his lab coat. He muttered in his mind "stupid humans" and he quickly swiped the card with a limb and entered the password quickly.
The bulk-head moved 2ft before it stopped and began to close again from the lockdown, he wanted his freedom and before it even opened he was squeezing through. He noticed the walls closing in on him and before it closed, he leaped and landed safely outside. He was not going to be squished to death.
He ran using the arachnid limbs to assist him, until he made enough distance from the horrible facility. He felt strange outside, it seemed to ease his anger on the humans.
It was night and he could see small white little specks in the sky. He had no idea what they were, but they seemed to comfort him.
Geeze I rushed on that! Please Dammit, Review! Do I really have to beg that much.
This was inspired be the song Overtake You by Red