Experiment 256: First Success
When something is repeated over and over and over again, it starts to drive you near insanity. For me that was the blaring of the heart monitor to the left of me. When I try to remember why I was even in the hospital bed in the first place I come up blank. I have no memories. The only thing I remember is pain or numbness over my body and his face with a doctor's mask hovering above me. I could never move or look away. Forced to watch him cut into me and alter my physical being. All I knew was the pain of that razor sharp knife on my skin. I never understood what was the purpose of what he was doing. He only kept digging into my stomach area. He did find what he was looking for. And I will never get back what he stole from me.
I think back on this now and I don't know if the cutting into my stomach was the worst of the pain or if it was the injection.
When its pain against pain you don't know where one ends and another begins. Was it worst to be cut into or have a super virus injected into you. All in all it was a horrible experience.
The injection, from the moment needle hit skin, brought a burning sensation with it. First only in my arm. Then spreading to my shoulder, to my neck, chest... it was more than I could take.
I remember shaking, screaming, banging my head against the wall. It was the only time i could move freely. He had let me walk around the room, watching me from the window seeing in. I begged him like I have never begged anyone before to just kill me and end the pain. His response was to shut the lights off in the room.
So when the pain stopped, I thought I was dead. I was relieved. But then I heard the heart monitor and it was short lived. I was sore in some places on my body and the wound my stomach still hurt, but the pain from before was gone.
When the doctor, who I later learned his name was Hunter, walked back into the room with a look of shock on his perfectly sculptured face, I knew I was not supposed to be alive. He calmly approached me. Assessing me up and down with his sky blue eyes, rimmed with thin spectacles.
He took my pulse. Wrote down notes on his clipboard and checked on the wound that was poorly wrapped in bandages.
Quickly his changed the dirty scraps of cloth, because that's what it was at first- just a piece of cut up shirt, and replaced it with real bandages. He even went as far as to clean the wound first and then wrap it.
Something had changed. In the past he never cared enough to clean me up himself. He had other people to do that for him and they didn't care at all about me either.
So what was it?
When he pulled out another injection from his White long lab coat, I panicked.
"Please, no!" Tears automatically started falling from my eyes. I had pulled my arms into my chest and was backing as far as I could while still being on the bed.
When he answered me, even the tone of his voice changed from the norm.
"No no, this will take away all the pain." I didn't believe him. Not for a second. There was no way he was telling the truth. He never cared about the amount of pain I was in.
But I didn't have a choice in the matter. He still injected me. I barely had the strength to fight him. Just crying spent all my energy.
True to his word all the pain went away in a matter of seconds. It was like air getting pushed into my lungs. I could finally breath again.
"The pain is gone, Emily. Now I need you to get up and walk with me, sweetheart." Terrified of him taking the sweet relief of no pain away obeyed and got out of the bed. My feet were bare and the white floor was cold. Just like the room. I shivered with goosebumps rising on my skin.
The doctor walked out and I followed. I would consider this the worst decision I've ever made.
We walked down halls that all looked exactly the same and every door we passed was closed shut. The only sounds being heard were his nice dress shoes on the floor and my bare feet.
Stopping at a door that looked exactly like the ones all around it, he unlocked it with a key pulled out of his pocket. The room was dark back the lights turned on as soon as we enter the room with the door slamming shut behind us.
There was a table with various tools and knives and I immediately shrank away from it. Beside that table was a another similar to it but bare. The doctor motioned for me to get on this one and I did so slowly. But before I got on the table I was able to catch my reflection on it. I had short curly blonde hair and green eyes. I could be the doctor's twin if it werent for my eyes.
Sitting on the table, I kept on glancing at my reflection which made the doctor notice.
"Do you not remember what you look like, Emily?" He asked curiously with his head listed to the side.
His question got me thinking at that moment and I realized that I did not even know who I was.
"Is Emily my name?" my voice was hoarse from the screaming I had done before but the doctor could still make out what I was saying.
"Yes, sweetheart." He stepped close to me, invading any personal space I had, and took my chin in his hand turning it to the side. He moved my hair back from my ear and i could feel that there was a chunk of hair missing behind my ear.
The doctor hummed to himself and then chuckled softly.
"How perfect." He said more to himself than me.
As close as he was I could study him while he was studying me. His hair was definitely blonde and eye sky blue. Now I know that for a man he was short and just a little taller then me but it made a difference when he wanted to be intimidating.
He receded from me and picked up a clipboard from the table next to me. He wrote down more notes that I never got to see. When he was done he left the room and came back with another gown.
"Take off the gown and put this one on." I did as he said. When the gown was off and I went to put on the new one he stopped me and turned me around to look at my back. Standing naked in the cold room made me start shivering but I could not put on the gown. He was poking my back and wrote on his clipboard. I didn't know it but there was a mark on my back. A purple swirl right in the middle.
After he finished he let me put the gown on and when I turned to look at him he had the biggest grin on his face. It was like he was a kid on christmas day.
Under his breath he kept on muttering something but the only thing I could catch was "I did it.."
Sitting back on the table he wrote down more things on his clipboard while examining me. He couldn't stop smiling. He looked so content with himself. On the inside I was scared. The smile did not look inviting at all. It was like I was looking at a beautiful snake before he attacked his prey.
"Tell me.." WHen he spoke he startled me. Again he was looking at me with his head listed to the side in curiosity.
"Do you remember anything?" I thought again and tried to see if an image, smell, or name would pop into my head. But nothing came.
"No." He smiled again.
"Would you like to know who you are, sweetheart?" At that moment I perked up at the chance of remembering something or being told who I was. To put memories or self worth to myself.
"Yes." I didn't know that what he was going to tell me was a lie and that I was being manipulated into becoming something destructive.
"Your name is Emily. And you volunteered to partake in a special program to perfect our race." I believed every word he said to me. I ate it all up and let him feed me more.
"Because of you, I have just made the greatest breakthrough." I cut him off then.
"Me?" I pointed to myself. Grinning he nodded.
"Yes my sweetheart. Because of you. I've now created the perfect race. Starting with you." While I was excited to be hearing this and getting to know that I was important to the cause of something, his smile still did not sit well with me. When he held my face in his hands i was overcome with disgust that I hide within myself. I didn't was to disrespect him and ruin the moment.
"Now all I need you to do is..." This is the phrase that I would constantly here for the next couple years. I would go through tests and tests and tests. But he in fact did the created the perfect race. The super virus that he had injected me with, was only ever compatable with me. All the other test subjects before me had died within the first hour.
He was never able to get another person to perfectly bond to the virus like I did. And when he realized this he was torn between hatred and love for his perfect creation. The one and only.
A couple of weeks after the injection was first administered I started getting my powers. With my mind I could move things and set them on fire. My strength as well increased and I would be able to lift 300 times my weight and not break a sweat.
Doctor Hunter discovering this brought a new idea into his mind. Where at first he had thought to have created the perfect race he instead created the perfect soldier.
And this was how I ended up in a war killing innocents because they did not fit with the standards of our world leader. But that's a story for another time.
A/N-
This is a story I wrote based off of a book from the holocaust that my teacher made me read. It was depressing as hell and I am forever traumatized. Thank you Mr. Klasner.
~lizziexoxo
