Chapter three, results
Shadow: well I'm back for now, should be studying or something, but here I am. Thanks for reviewing, it makes me not so freaked out when I update. I'm hoping to get into the main plot soon. Still own nothing.
Laura examined the passed out man, worry worse than ever. She had to bandage his hands this time. Not sure what he did exactly to rip the skin so bad, but it should heal well. It almost looks like he was clawing at something but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what it could be. And she now had a few bloody hand prints on her wall that lead to the bedroom. Some didn't really look like hands, just giant red smudges like he did it on purpose. She frowned.
She hoped it wasn't on purpose. Then he would be hurt in a way she couldn't fix with her medical training. Could he have bitten through his skin? She examined his face, looking for blood around his mouth but found none, just a little where he touched his cheek. Her nose wrinkled. He smelled like a garbage bin. Maybe tomorrow she could get him some clothes that fit and make him bathe. She sniffed, maybe more than once. She was going to have to fix her sheets too. Looks like he somehow ripped it. What was he doing while she was gone?
Green eyes flickered back to the kitchen where the food was, cold by now, but still food. She was hungry still, even after whatever episode he just went through. Next time she left he was coming with her, after his bath. If he was suicidal like she thought he might be she needed to keep an eye on him. If he wasn't she still needed to watch him, after this. How long was she even gone? Ten, fifteen minutes? Maybe twenty. That's a lot of damage for a sort time.
She paused. What was she doing! Thinking long term. As if he would want to stay here anyway. Unless he was homeless. Then he would need a place to stay that's not a garbage bin. It wasn't like they had any homeless shelters in this area. He probably wasn't even from around here what with that accent. Was he French? Cajun? She was betting on Cajun. He probably came here to start a life in one of the busiest cities on earth, only to have his dreams shattered. It must have been awful, him being such a big strong guy only to lose out to some bad luck. What had happened to the poor guy? Did he get sick? How would be have paid for medicine?
What if he was dying? Some slow disease working through his system, killing him off one day at a time. Was it contagious? Could she get it? She needed to research more, right after she studies. There was no way she was taking another year of med. He groaned in his sleep, curling up in a giant mountain sized ball of muscle. He made her poor bed look like a twin sized one instead of a queen. Shaking her head with a grin she headed to the kitchen, stopping when she stepped on something. What was her blanket doing in the floor? Picking it up she looked at the bed. Feeling her patients head for fever, to which he didn't have, she placed it on him lightly. He shivered and curled tighter. She smiled and walked to her pizza, grabbing a few slices and walking back. She said that she wasn't going to leave him so she wasn't.
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It was a mad house in the labs, doctors' rushing back and forth, trying to meet their quota. Dr. Young checked the results, her scientific mind fascinated. Two of her helpers watched her with interest. Looked like they had finally done something right. Beeping and groans came from the machines around her, adding to the chaos. They had a deadline to meet, which was far closer to them meeting the more she read of the paper in her hands.
"Are you saying that this formula reversed the mutations in his genetic code?" They nodded, exited at her pleasure. She was a hard lady to work for. She almost smiled, eyes gleaming with this information. It looked like they did it, solved the problem they had been having. Out of her eye of the test subjects twitched, preparing to ram the walls again. "With this information we could completely revolutionize the world as we know it! We could fix all DNA mutations, recreate extinct species! Now we can fix what's been going wrong! Where is he now, I need study him,"
They looked at each other, fearing the answer they knew to be true.
"He didn't survive the procedures," one of them choked out, once more panicked about her reaction. She looked up, eyes dark. They narrowed to slits before looking at the report once more. He was one of the high risk patients, always in the papers with his rampages through the prisons and asylums. That was going to be hard to cover up as most of his doctors noticed how high his resilience to most of everything. Poisons only made him sick to his stomach. Even bullets barely hurt him. They were more of an annoyance than a threat to him. He was one of the reasons that this medical facility had the funding they needed.
But they could do it.
"Bring me his body. I can still study it. It might be better this way as we can dissect it," she sighed, thoughts of the wonders she would find in his medically fixed body running through her mind. She should be able to find what caused his death in the formula and fix it for the other subjects. Yes, she could make this work, she just had to figure out what to do with the media. They were sure to want to know what happened to him. An evil gleam entered her eye, she had an idea.
What if they didn't even know he was dead? He had never really taken to the treatments, they could say that there was no hope for his mind and that they were going to hold him until more research could be done. They could even throw meat down there to keep up appearances. She placed a finger her chin in thought. They could do that, just make the right excuses and keep going on with the tests. And with his examination this deadline would be easy to make, and then they could continue with more DNA testing based on what they found. She might even get a noble peace prize for this.
"Um… we don't have him anymore?" She looked up at that, confusion morphing into shock. What had they done… what was she going to do now? Panic swirled in her, fear entering her eyes. He was a one in a life time subject, no other would get the same results. She looked them in the eye, making herself clear.
"What did you do with him? And the formula, where is it? Where are the blueprints for it." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. They shuffled lightly, looking anywhere but at her. They knew they made a mistake, one that couldn't be fixed. Even they knew how bad it was by her tone.
"We used it all, but we wrote down how to do it," Their faces colored in shame, "and we dumped him into the harbor." She exploded, anger and fury turning her into one of the patients they claimed to cure. They had ruined everything.
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He woke up in a cocoon of warmth, with just the right amount of aches to say he had been here a while. With a mighty groan he rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head. Pops reached his ears, and relaxing his shoulders. When had been the last time he slept like that? It felt like never. With a lazy grin of satisfaction on his face he rolled over onto his stomach, enjoying the chill on his arms and feet. Golden eyes flicked lazily open, taking in his surroundings. They narrowed in on the pink monstrosity currently providing him his warmth. He threw it off, disgust at it increasing even when he shivered in the coldness. He would bet his hide that his caring doctor was at fault for that thing even touching him.
A soft snore startled him out of his thoughts, confused until his eyes landed on the girl. She was dozing on a table chair beside the bed, head resting on the wall. Her fiery hair looked like a nest of knots, just daring anyone to even think of a hairbrush. He chuckled, feeling it odd how his voice seemed to vibrate in his chest. She twitched at his noise, but not coming out of her nap. Without any further thoughts he rose from the bed, only giving a light hiss when his head spun. Sore hands gripped the walls, refusing to reside in the bed any longer.
He saw a door to his right open, revealing a bathroom. Heading over he shut the door behind him. It was smaller than it looked he noticed, barely holding his mass. It didn't take him long to finish his business there, but on the way out he noticed a mirror. His eyes widened at what he saw.
Staring back at him was a tall bald man with a strong chin. His features were sharp for his size, with high cheekbones and arched brows. Eyes of gold and porcelain skin met his scrutiny. It was all wrong, so wrong.
He avoided mirrors as a whole, never liking what he saw. So when they took him to a room covered in them he froze. He refused to look, angry eyes on the ground. They couldn't make him look, that was one thing they couldn't take from him. His doctor spoke but he didn't hear, too focused on his anger. How dare they. How DARE they! He roared, swinging thick arms around to strike the guard beside him, shattering a mirror on impact. The doctor screamed and pushed the button she promised not to push. They always lied, always. They would never stop treating him like an animal, never. As he convulsed more men swarmed in, his constant enemy sneering at him. He took his hand long ago and he swore he would take more before he was through with him.
He shuddered from his place on the floor, confused at the memory. Why didn't he like mirrors? What had they been trying to do? Who was Cash? He looked up, feeling a headache from his episode, but it wasn't as bad as before. He could still stand, a bit shaky but it was still standing. With purposeful steps he left the room, refusing his weakness. More questions entered his mind, all that he didn't know.
Soon he was in the small space she called a kitchen, not much bigger than the bathroom. Hard to believe she lived in such a small space. He was starving, even with his dizziness he could eat a horse. That was another thing that confused him. He was always hungry, even after the whole pizza from last night. Giving a shrug he opened the fridge, smirking at the pizza box inside. Looked like he found breakfast. Another snore brought his attention to the bedroom, but not for long. Opening the box he devoured everything cold, too hungry to heat it up. If she kept feeding him he might never leave.
He froze, not liking where his thoughts were going. Should he sneak out? Never come back? Should he wait to tell her? He walked over to the broken window, noticing the signs of snow in the air. He frowned. Maybe he should wait for it to warm up. That seem more reasonable. It was cold inside, he didn't want to know what it was like outside. So it was decided then, once it was warm he would leave. As long as she fed him that was. Couldn't starve to death now could he? He smirked, liking the plan. The only problem was the girl. If she would just leave him alone and stop touching him everything would be perfect.
He rubbed his scalp, bandages pulling on the stubble of his hair beginning to grow. It felt abnormal, and he wondered if he would ever feel at home in his body.
Shadow: So… ? I don't know I'm tired. Sorry. At least the plot has started? Did it make any sense? Is my OC ok?