Part 1
Randall came to, finding himself in a white, metal cell without any windows and a metal door that seemed to vertically slide open. He noticed a camera above the door with a red light. Curling his lip, the monster immediately camouflaged and scurried up the wall. He went towards the camera, but noticed it was following his move. He blinked, then began to scurry wall to wall, watching it follow his movements. He was camouflaged! How did it find him? He returned to the floor, revealing himself. The last thing he remembered before he was sedated, he was running in the swamp from perusing humans with guns two days after the encounter with the human family in the trailer. Now, he was trapped in an unknown location.
"#314, do you understand me?" A male's voice came through.
Randall blinked, puzzled.
"Do you understand me?" He repeated.
Growling, he snapped: "Yes, I understand you! Where the heck am I?"
"…Where did you come from?"
Randall blinked again, thinking how to answer that. He tried to bury his own fear as his eyes darted around the white cell. There was no escape.
"Where did you come from?" The man repeated.
The reptile squinted at the camera.
"#314. Answer the question."
"My name is Randall. Let's start there," he dryly quipped.
"…Did you give yourself a human name or was it given it to you?"
"Was your name given to you?" He retorted. He felt insane talking to a human, but they were armed, found him while camouflaged, and threw him in a cell. He needed to know who he was dealing with. "Where am I?"
"You're saying it's your real name?" The speaker seemed to ignore his question.
Randall scoffed.
"Where did you learn to speak?"
"Where did you learn?" He snapped, getting impatient as his fronds lowered like fur on an animal.
There was another pause. "Where are you from?"
Randall camouflaged.
"We have thermal on this camera. We know where to you are."
Randall laid down on the floor and curled into a ball with his back to them. He would rather die than tell any human about himself or the monster world. Two days ago, he was banished, had his face bashed in with a shovel, and now he was at the mercy of armed humans. Just…perfect. His green eyes darted from spot to spot. His mind was racing. For the first time in a very long time, he didn't have a plan, but he will. He had to because there was no way he was going to die in here.
"My name is Dr. Charles Kovac," the man said.
The monster didn't reply.
The doctor didn't speak to him for the rest of the day.
Hours past and Randall barely moved, until the door slid open with tray shoved through and the door closed. Revealing himself, Randall turned to the tray, got up, and looked down at the food in disgusted. His stomach grumbled, but was very displeased at the questionable slop before him and a bowl of water like a dog. He had no idea what humans ate, but this didn't look like it. It looked like it was made for a pig or something. He glared at the camera. "Hey, can I get a spoon to eat this stuff with?" To his surprise, a moment later the door opened to redheaded female doctor in a white lab coat, approaching him with a metal spoon. He gingerly took it from her. He watched her turn around and as she was leaving, he spotted a guard in all black with a large gun at the ready. The door closed. He carefully ate the slop and it was horrible. Tasteless. Bland. He really wasn't hungry anymore, but he knew he should eat. Who knew when he was going to be able to eat again. He forced himself to eat as much as the horrible slop as he could. He picked up the bowl and drank it. He was not a damn animal. "Can I get glass of water next time?" He requested, retreating to his corner. "And I can I get a book?"
His meals were served with his requests without fail after that and had a book delivered daily to him along with a Rubik's cube. No one talked to him and the only ones he saw were the ones delivering the food and his items. After a three days of being in the cell, Randall was going stir crazy. Books and puzzles were not doing it anymore. He wanted out.
The cell door finally opened to a human man in a white coat, black boots and pants. He wore small, round glasses. His brown eyes were cold and calculating. He carried a folded chair and clipboard. Another person followed him in, but was donned in all black with a large gun in his hands. The doctor unfolded the chair and took his seat in the center of the cell. "My name is Dr. Charles Kovac. I wish to speak with you in person, #314. I have been watching for three days now."
Randall revealed himself before the doctor. "I have a name."
"Here you are Experiment #314."
He glared at him.
"You have interesting traits, #314. Where did you learn to speak English? Use utensils? And was your name given to your or did you choose it?"
"Like I'd tell you." His voice was low.
"You will. Eventually"
He curled his lip to a growl.
Dr. Kovac was unfazed. "What are you?"
Randall didn't answer.
"I would like to draw blood from you. Is that alright?"
"I doubt 'no' is an answer, so sure."
The doctor nodded to the camera.
A second later, the door opened to a young woman with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail with a small kit in her hand. She placed rubber gloves on and Randall extended his left arm. She opened the kit and began to remove the medical equipment.
"You seem familiar to this," Dr. Kovac commented.
Randall ignored him. He's been to the doctor many times and it seems their medical methods were similar to humans.
"How did you end up in that trailer?" The doctor continued to ask his questions.
He wanted to say he was banished by two idiots, but that would rat out the rest of the monster world. He didn't answer.
The woman doctor drew crimson blood from his vein. Pleased with the full vial, she bandaged up the puncture hole, removed her gloves, took her kit, and walked out of the cell.
"I believe that is all for today." The doctor stood up, took his chair, and walked out of the cell with the guard following.
Randall was alone in the cell once more. "Can I have at least get out of this cell?" He called to the camera.
Six months. He has been in this cell for six months now. Throughout the six months, he has done tests for his physical health, stamina, DNA samples, camouflage tests, and so many tests that ultimately made him a lab rat without the drugs. He cursed Wizowski and Sullivan for banishing him. The longer his captivity grew, the deeper his hatred grew. He despised them. Those two idiots damned him all because of a human child. Pathetic. Now, he had his daily routine. Breakfast, hour of reading, doctor visit at noon, nap, hour of sketching, stare at the wall. Allowed to bathe. Nap. Then lights out for the night. Sometimes, he wouldn't sleep through the night due to other experiments causing trouble and none of them sounded…normal. At least he wasn't the only one suffering in this place.
The cell door slid open to Dr. Kovac at exactly noon with his usual folded chair and clipboard and armed guard. The door closed behind and he unfolded the chair in the center of the room. He took a seat, crossing his legs. "Good morning, #314."
Randall long gave up arguing to have his real name acknowledged long ago. He seethed through sharp teeth and narrowed, green eyes as he revealed himself on the floor before the human. If looks could kill, the doctor would have dropped dead. It's a shame Randall didn't possess such ability.
"Are you going to answer any of my questions today? It has been six months and all we know is your blood and DNA are not from this world. We also know that your camouflage skills are far more superior than any animal that we know of. Your heartbeat is similar to the common lizard between 32 and 44 beat per minute. We know your bite strength, scales of a snake– I have given you books, sketchbooks, utensils, but you still will not give me any information about you."
"Sounds infuriating," he flatly replied.
Stoic brown eye met deadly green.
Dr. Kovac gestured to the guard, who lowered goggles over his eyes. "Tell me," the doctor began, "or I will test to see how resilient you are to electricity."
"Never," the monster growled.
The doctor gave the guard a nod.
The guard took aim and fired.
Randall felt a prick and quickly drifted off to a heavy sleep.
He awoken to found himself strapped on a table on his stomach, but still drowsy from the drug. He didn't have the strength to move.
"Let's start with twenty volts," he heard the doctor say over an intercom.
"Wha–" Randall began screaming as the sound of electricity buzzed in his head. His body began to convulse and tense as an electrical shock was coursing through his body, but the restraints firmly held him down. For the first time in six months, this was first time they ever actually done him harm. His shrill screams was drowned by the buzzing and crackling electricity. After what felt like an eternity, the room fell deafly silent as the reptile fell limp, gasping for breath.
"Where are you from?" The doctor calmly questioned over an intercom.
Randall panted, glaring at the doctor and a another male scientist in front of the controls through the window on the right. He glanced up to a large Tesla coil looming over him.
It started up again.
He screamed.
Randall was thrown back into his cell in a crumped heap, contorting in pain.
"Interesting," the doctor stated. "You are able to withstand similar about of volts as humans can, so we won't be doing electrical tests again. There is no reason to."
He closed his eyes, too exhausted to keep them open. He heard the door close and he was alone in his cell once more.
Damn you, Wizowski Damn you, Sullivan! He mentally screamed, squeezing his eyes shut. Damn you! He hugged himself. Damn you….
He drifted to welcoming sleep.