I don't really know where I was going with this.
It's kinda dark...
Enjoy, the writing I mean, not the events.
Cause if you enjoy what happens, I think you may be a bit disturbed.
My ears were ringing as I pried my eyes open and faced the white light. I couldn't move anything and a first I thought something had happened to my neck. But as the feeling came back to my arms and legs, I felt the restraints around them. Whitecoats were surrounding me but I lifted my head, looking around the room. It was pretty dark but I could faintly see a figure slumped in the corner with an Eraser standing over it. I tried to peer through the darkness and nearly thought it was dead until it shifted and moaned, catching the light a bit. At that point I realized it was Zen.
A whitecoat went over to him, an empty syringe at hand. He moaned again as I examined as much about him as I could. His skin was definitely paler than normal and his hair was messed over his face, covering one of his eyes. But the one that was visible was barely opened but clearly bloodshot and watery.
The whitecoat grabbed his arm and held it out, letting it catch the light. The crease of his elbow was covered in bruises and he didn't fight back when the whitecoat woman straightened his arm. She had to hold it still to keep it from shaking as she stuck the needle into his arm. He was wincing as the blood was drawn out and I saw a tear rolling down from his eye. The whitecoat left with the needle and dropped his arm. He didn't stop it from falling, just let his knuckles hit the floor with a small crack.
I could tell he was trying to keep his eyes open as his head drooped to the side and a different man came over with a tank. He pushed a breathing mask to Zen's face. Weakly, Zen pushed it away and turned his head. The mask came down again but he still pushed it away. The Eraser grabbed his wrist and slammed it against the wall. Pain raced through Zen's face, but he didn't yelp or fight back when the man pushed the mask over his mouth and nose. His eyelids drooped more as his head rested against the wall. The Eraser dropped his arm, letting it fall to the ground with a large thump as Zen passed out and breathed deeply. Instantly the man was on his feet and shouting at the Eraser.
"Be more gentle!" The man snapped and shook his head. "Your done here, get out." He said and pointed to the door. The Eraser stalked out of the room as the man knelt by Zen again. My blood was boiling and my fists curled as I watched his brush Zen's hair out of his face. That man was the one I despised more than anything, and he did this to my kid.
"Jeb, get out of here." I snapped, my voice dry as I tried to swallow. There was no moisture in my mouth. Seeing I was awake, Jeb stood and came to stand by me, a gentle smile on his face.
"Don't worry Sweetheart, he'll be fine." He said and rubbed my fist gently. I wanted to lash out again but someone pushed my head down and held my arm straight. "We just need to do a few tests alright?" It wasn't a question as the needle injected into my arm. "We want to see if the abilities are shared through blood." He continued to explain as I felt Zen's blood pushing it's way through my veins. "If you end up with Zen's abilities, we could make you the ultimate genetic mutation." He said, and I swore his eyes were gleaming.
Suddenly the door swung open and the force on my head was released. Another whitecoat was at the door as I looked around. "Batchelder, it's working." He said in a gruff voice. And without another word, he left the room. I noticed large dark window on my left. I had thought it was a mirror as the rooms looked the same, but it was a different room with a different subject lying on the platform. I saw the same woman whitecoat as before get up and move over to Zen again. I couldn't watch and forced myself to look at the window instead.
The door to the other room opened and Jeb stepped in. He walked over to the platform, blocking my view of the mutant's face that was on the platform. I kept watching, hearing more whimpers from Zen. Finally Jeb did a small nod and more whitecoats gathered around the subject. Two of the whitecoats wore thick gloves and each held half of a large ring. They were made of metal but looked as hot as hell, a bright red light projecting from them. They pressed them deep around one of the subject's ankles and I saw him immediately tense. I couldn't stop watching, even though just seeing it made my ankles burn. Jeb leaned down, he seemed to be talking to the subject. I got to see more of his body now.
I was almost sure it was male from the build. His back was arched as his hands were clenched, pulling up against the restraints around his wrists. It was then that Jeb left the experiments side. The head was turned but I would recognize even the back of his head anywhere. The dirty blonde hair was covered with patches of blood and his neck veins stuck out like I'd never seen. His head turned right about then letting me see his face. His eyes were shut tight and his teeth were clenched. I didn't know how he resisted screaming, but my brother was stronger than I'd ever imagined before. And it was practically killing me to see Jace lying there with the cooling metal being branded into his skin. His mouth finally opened and I saw him take in deep breaths as his head collapsed to the side, facing me. I saw his eyes opened a crack before he fell unconscious.
My head pressed down again and more of Zen's blood was pushed into my stream. The process was so routine, they'd clearly been at it for some time. Now there was a pinching in my own neck as I lay weakly on the platform. But I didn't care. For the first time in my life, I seriously wanted to be dead.