Breaking The Rules

Dying to live; dying to try

Ryan's POV
After roughly four weeks of sleepless nights, training and prep work we finally had a semi-decent team together. Geoff was there with semi-automatic pistols holstered and his cigarette burning between his lips, aching to turn to flames. Michael had his C4 and his SMG with our logo on it, impatiently tapping his foot. We decided to form a pact and work together from now on, we were known as "The fake AH crew" to the locals and big guys. To everybody else we were simply a face passing on the street or a man running late to work, but here... We were the indisputable force that drove the criminal population. Gavin had been briefing and re-briefing us about the entrances, exits, vents, guards, and what could or couldn't be there. We were waiting on Gavin now, to pull up with his jeep 'borrowed' from the base. He'd be using a sniper and taking out anybody who tried to stop us from a distance, be it police or psychopaths.
"That fucker is late, per usual." Michael muttered then went back to tapping his foot.
"What? You missing your Juliet already?" Geoff puffed out the smoke which promptly blew into Michael's face causing a coughing fit. He grabbed the cigar from Geoff's mouth and threw it to the ground, stomping out the flame. "Touchy..."
"Can you two try being mature, for once in your miserable lives?!" They stopped making noise, straightened up and just kept watch on the road.
Gavin is taking a long time..
Wonder if he's alright?
As if on cue a large camo hummer came racing down the road, squealing the breaks as he parallel parked it right next to us. Rolling down the window and turning down the AC/DC he'd previously been blasting, he pushed down his sunglasses and looked at us.
"Not bad eh?" There was a scoff from Geoff and some sort of grumble from Michael before he shifted his stance and looked sideways. "Well get in you mingy pricks, we have a life to save and a corporation to destroy!"
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Ray's POV
Have you ever been in a coma? No? Well, it feels like floating on nothing. Sure you can hear what's going on around you but you can't see, you can't smell, and you can't feel anything. Like you stood in the snow too long and are trying to shake the feeling back into your fingers. Except worse because no matter what you try, they just stay numb and puffy. Seemingly never to return to their normal state after being in a frozen bliss. That's what my coma felt like, but at some point I had to wake up... And I did, five days later. The next two days was a succession of nurses trying to force food down my throat and being mortified as my body rejected it and instantly regurgitating it onto the shiny linoleum. So they kept me pumped with drugs so I wouldn't fall back into a coma now that I was bones and bruised skin. On the third day they checked my vitals and said I was okay enough for testing and Dr. Dipshit dragged me right into a large cement room with a metal table, bubbling with different colored vials of god knows what, and a metal crate meant for animals. I was forced into the crate and found it had only enough room for me to sit and lay in fetal position. But that was fine, it was the testing that was the worst...
I don't remember much only he'd force feed me then make me work. Doing mazes, running, climbing, anything really until I'd throw up and pass out. Not exclusively in that order. Then he'd drag me back to my cage and pump me with drugs so I wouldn't fight back and actually sleep. Sometimes it wouldn't be testing, it would be surgeries on my spine, legs, arms, and even a few times on my ribs. I never knew what he was doing but I always woke up with new scars and new pain. Working after a surgery was always the worst. Feeling like anytime I'd move somebody shot me and poked their finger in the wound, but I couldn't stop moving or else he'd poke and prod me with burning metal rods, acids, open flame, or anything else he would make in his little test tubes...
"Now sleep little subject, we have your operation tomorrow! You need all the strength you have." With that he waltzed out of the room, the metal door sliding closed behind him and mechanically clicking into place. After he had taken me, no guards came. No other doctors or nurses, health care or check ups... Just pain and procedures given over and over until I'd move or be dragged away again by him or his assistant Brutus or whatever. I kicked and screamed in the cage until my lungs felt like sandpaper and my throat felt like it was on fire, then I kicked and punched some more until I re-broke my hand and collapsed onto my side, curling in on myself. Painfully choking on the pain and anger I felt pin pricks of tears at my eyes. But I'm not going to cry for this asshole, he won't break me. I won't let him...
Apparently I had fallen asleep holding my broken hand because the next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the cage by my ankle. Forcing my eyes open I kicked my ankle away from Brutus's bulbous sized hands and sat up using my good hand. Mr pea brain didn't seem to enjoy me doing that because he kind of growled.
"He growls too? That's a new one..."
"Shut it! So, since you've regained your consciousness, you can either walk with whatever dignity you have or you can be dragged."
"I'll walk, thanks..." So I did, I walked with Dr. Kensworth and Brutus out the door and down the hall watching Rhett pull against the hold of guards, screaming my name. I don't give a shit where I'm going but he seems to, however as I go to look at him Brutus steps in the way and grunts urging me forward. My bare feet slapping softly against the linoleum as I kept my eyes trained on the back of the doctors head, we made two lefts and a right into a small dark room. The door locked behind us as the lights came on causing me to jump back, shrinking into the corner. In the middle of the room was a surgical table, the far wall had x-rays of my bones in which some were circled others underlined and some crossed out. There was a few metal sliding tables here and there covered in all kinds of surgical tools and a gas tank with a mask secured loosely to the front by the table. Brutus forcibly picked me up and carried to the table despite my best attempts to go anywhere else. The doctor put on a surgical mask, scrubs, and latex gloves whilst heading over to the table and preparing some tools, check in the x-rays every once in a while. I was put on the table on my front side, my legs slightly apart and my arms out as to provide full access. Having restraints put on your wrists and ankles is dreadful because it's like giving away any kind of dignity you have left. My shirt was promptly yanked upwards, the cold air from the ducts misting over my back. I heard a saw going and struggled against the restraints and table as images of him going through my back played into my mind. Brutus secured the mask to my face and turned on the gas, keeping me awake but making me weak and tingly.
  The next two hours of events I won't go into but it was Dr. Kensworth forcibly drilling metal and wires and pieces of metal into my spine, back side of ribs, and up to the nape of my neck. Other things were secured and my skin was placed back over the metal only to have bolts drilled through my skin and into the metal pieces, further securing them into place. I kept passing out from the pain and blood loss but he would stop and Brutus would punch me or painfully twist my already broken bones. After he put the last bolt into place and wiped down my back, using six towels to clean off the blood my world started tilting. My head pounded with pain and I was unstrapped, mask removed from my face, and my world turning dark once more. I woke up the next day in my cage, lifting my head to look for the doctor I emitted a whimpering noise and I felt the previous day's events come rushing forwards. The pain slamming into me but nonetheless I was forced to drink two cups of water, eat my meal, take some unknown medication then do my testing as if the operation didn't occur. There was so much pain that I kept stopping, causing him to prod me with a brand or hold open flame close or on my skin. At the end of the testing I expelled the contents of my stomach and fell sideways, falling against Brutus and my skin peeling away from the bolts. Blood starting leaking out my back, dampening my white shirt and causing the doctor to take off my shirt and have Brutus carry me carefully. All that happened in the course of three days.
  The next two days were spent laying achingly on the cold metal of my cage either moving and bleeding more or just passing out from pain. Dr. Kensworth knowing I couldn't keep food down just gave me water and the medication, swearing under his breath anytime he'd check on me which on the second day when I didn't wake up but was still breathing he called out for Brutus. I was carried back to the hospital ward and put back into a bed, on an iv, and constantly being monitored... I was back in my coma and all I could think about was the feeling of weightlessness. How I no longer had to do tests or worry about people or anything else of that sort.
  I didn't have to wake up either...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ryan's POV
  The infiltration of the place was moderately easy, then using a breach and clear on the main door we were greeted with many guns and armed guards but took them down and cleared the floor relatively easily. Moving up to the second floor we were greeted with mutations of people or creatures, some sniffing the air, some growling, but most just drooled lazily on the ground.
  "Geoff you take Michael and head down the right wing. Take down anybody who gets in your way and radio if you find anybody willing to talk. Jack you're with me." Jack was a new guy we picked up who recently quit from this place after seeing a 'kid fall in and out of a coma for weeks'. He agreed to help us take down the operation and is pretty handy with a 12 gauge sawed off shot gun. Everybody nodded in agreement and pretty soon Gavin's bullets went whizzing through the window and into the heads of the creatures. Shooting whatever stepped in front of us Jack and I took to the left and looked for any signs of maps or wards. Finding nothing we cleared the floor and went up only to stop on the stairwell as my radio buzzed.
  "MD, it's us. We found a nurse who saw us and ran for the stairs screaming for somebody. We grabbed her and dragged her into a room, Geoff is talking with her now all she's doing is rambling about needing to get to somebody. Hold on he wants the radio." Scratching sounds of the radio were heard as Jack and I waited, listening for any sign of life in our vicinity. "Hey guys it's Geoff. I'm here with a nurse who is rambling on and on about needing to check on one of her patients vitals, says its urgent. She also doesn't recognize the name Ray but she knows of a doctor who used to work with him about two weeks ago. Rhett is his name, says he's really sweet and never hurt a hair in his head but you have to get to him to get to Ray. And do all that before Dr. Kensworth does."
The radio scratched out the sounds of their voices and went silent once again, Jack and me pounding up the stairs and bursting through the door knocking over a doctor in the process. I pointed my gun at him and he looked at me with tears building in the corner of his eyes. He was an older fellow, 70's probably.
"I hope you're here for him... I tried to, to stop him from getting hurt but they... You need to help him." His voice had an urgency in it and I lowered my gun, grabbing his hand to pull him to his feet. He led us onwards and up some more stairs before we went into a hallway, meeting up with Geoff and Michael as we went. The nurse was running ahead of them and went in front of us, saying excuse me as she passed. Her watch noisily beeping as she ran down the hall and disappeared into a room. Us following close in pursuit as soon as we stepped into the room I regretted it. Jack stifled back a scream as all our eyes became trained on the lifeless figure attached to so many wires and lines. Michael stepped inside the room, Geoff secured the door closed behind us. Geoff kept his eye trained on the door and I watched as the nurse ran over to him and checked all the machines, loaded another bag for his iv then detached his heart monitors. She quickly worked with Rhett to get him into a moveable state, checking his eyes for dilation then removing anything unnecessary and holding him however they could. Rhett picked him up as if he weighed nothing as the nurse carefully held his iv bag and oxygen tank in close proximity.
"We have to get him out of here, now." Everybody nodded in mute agreement and moved out leaving me the last to go. Rushing after them I checked our backs shooting down anybody who suddenly appeared with a weapon. We were almost out the front doors when a doctor and overgrown guy stepped out. The doctor screamed slurs at us and pointed at Ray who was lying lifeless in Rhett's arms. Rhett, the nurse, and Jack went out the doors and got into the van that Gavin pulled out front. They loaded Ray in safely and were waiting for us.
"You can't take away my subject! 250091 is still under testing!! Brutus, bring him back! Now!" He screamed and the large behemoth 'Brutus' snorted then started for the door. That's about when my vision turned into a red screen. My body moving but me not knowing or seeing what I was doing until I was being shaken by Geoff, Michael carefully pulling my gun and a syringe out of my hands. My vision cleared and I looked up at Geoff then pulled his hands off my shoulders and looked at the walls and floor. There was limp figures of doctors, mutants, Kensworth and Brutus laying on the ground. Large Crimson stains coated the entirety of the ceiling, walls, and floor turning the crystal white into a murder house. I stared down at my blood stained shoes and hands then looked up concerned at Geoff.
"I was on a murder break..." He nodded solemnly then escorted me out with Michael and into the van where I sat next to Ray, holding his hand in mine. Michael took shotgun next to Gavin who was shaking, obviously choking back tears. Jack worked with Rhett and the nurse to monitor Ray, and Geoff just watched carefully out the windows. The drive was silent except for a few hushes whispers between Rhett and the nurse...