Post by intentional on Jan 26, 2019 1:55:01 GMT -5
Experiment No. 19006
Current Status: Imprisoned, under Rc suppressants
Time: 0700
How many days, weeks, months, years had it been since she’d seen the sun? It felt as if it had been years, she noted, as the light that hit her in the face from the guard sliding open the peephole stung her eyes painfully. She was clasped into a cold metal chair, her arms and feet bound with thick metal cuffs attached to the chair. The room was dark as could be, and her senses were dulled by the Rc suppressants they injected her via the mucous membrane of her eyes. Dried blood caked her face under her eyes and wherever those damned scientists wanted to poke and prod her with. The unforgettable pungent smell of the drug filled her cell, making her feel dizzy and the drug made her feel constantly groggy. But the worst part of all this was how hungry she was.
This gnawing, painful hunger was driving her closer to insanity. If she were strong enough to break out of her cuffs, she would’ve pounced on the next human that entered her cell for the routine Rc suppressant injection and devoured him in mere seconds. She could feel her sense of self slipping away slowly as they continued to keep her hungry. Those scientists knew of her dietary habits very early on when she had broken from her restraints and attacked a guard and found her crouched over him, irritated that her meal time had been interrupted. Since then, they kept her on a very tight leash, only feeding her once every 3 months, which was enough to make any ghoul lose their minds. This constant state of hunger was hell, and was just as tortuous, if not more than the experiments they conducted on her.
And these humans thought it would be amusing to leave her for an hour during the communal lunch time that they all shared with the other experiments. She was kept bound in chains as they would toss her onto a table where she sat alone, unbothered by the other experiments due to her notoriety. She was still served a plate, with food she biologically could’t consume, and every lunch time she would think of new ways to pay back these foolish humans on what they did to her. Torture is another thing, but humiliation is a different case.
The peephole window slid shut as the door to her cell swung open with a creak from the old metal. Dr. Forrester, the elderly scientist in charge of her case, greeted her at the door, his wrinkly smiling face beaming at one of his favorite cases. Four guards came and unchained her from the chair only to chain her again to make her walk to her first task of the day.
“It’s a new day, Six. Ready for today’s rounds?” Forrester beamed, walking ahead of her in the brightly lit hallways. Her eyes remained closed, as it hurt to look at the light, and remained quiet to the doctor’s questions.
“Still playing the quiet game I see. But today is the day I break that silence of yours. Don’t you want to see what we’ve been working on for the past two years? I think you’d rather like it.” Forrester smirked as he took her to a viewing room that looked down at a small arena.
In the arena stood a lone male, obviously disheveled and confused at the state of his slow pacing and him clutching at his head in odd intervals. To a normal human, he may have appeared to be just confused, but to her, she could sense that something was wrong with him. Her instincts, along with Forrester’s words, did not give her a good feeling about this situation.
“I won’t have to explain too much to you about that down there. We haven’t given you today's Rc suppressants yet… but you’ll figure it out once you get there.” Forrester said as she was dragged away to the entrance to the arena where her wrists and ankles were finally freed for her to only be thrust into the arena with the disoriented man.
Once she was visible to the man, he lunged at her with a speed that was unnatural for a regular human. She barely managed to dodge him as he hit into the wall behind her with a loud thud. She barely had any time to embrace the feeling of freedom she felt on her wrist and ankles as the man charged at her again. This time, she was able to have a better look at this man and realized that his right eye had a grey sclera and a red iris, much like hers when her kagune was activated. But he didn’t smell quite right, and he smelled like a weird blend of human and ghoul. His movements were less human and more ghoul-like. Saliva was dripping from his mouth like he was a salivating dog, and his mismatched eyes looked at her as if she was a piece of meat, just waiting to be devoured.
And with that realization, she already knew; this was going to be a long day.
Current Status: Imprisoned, under Rc suppressants
Time: 0700
How many days, weeks, months, years had it been since she’d seen the sun? It felt as if it had been years, she noted, as the light that hit her in the face from the guard sliding open the peephole stung her eyes painfully. She was clasped into a cold metal chair, her arms and feet bound with thick metal cuffs attached to the chair. The room was dark as could be, and her senses were dulled by the Rc suppressants they injected her via the mucous membrane of her eyes. Dried blood caked her face under her eyes and wherever those damned scientists wanted to poke and prod her with. The unforgettable pungent smell of the drug filled her cell, making her feel dizzy and the drug made her feel constantly groggy. But the worst part of all this was how hungry she was.
This gnawing, painful hunger was driving her closer to insanity. If she were strong enough to break out of her cuffs, she would’ve pounced on the next human that entered her cell for the routine Rc suppressant injection and devoured him in mere seconds. She could feel her sense of self slipping away slowly as they continued to keep her hungry. Those scientists knew of her dietary habits very early on when she had broken from her restraints and attacked a guard and found her crouched over him, irritated that her meal time had been interrupted. Since then, they kept her on a very tight leash, only feeding her once every 3 months, which was enough to make any ghoul lose their minds. This constant state of hunger was hell, and was just as tortuous, if not more than the experiments they conducted on her.
And these humans thought it would be amusing to leave her for an hour during the communal lunch time that they all shared with the other experiments. She was kept bound in chains as they would toss her onto a table where she sat alone, unbothered by the other experiments due to her notoriety. She was still served a plate, with food she biologically could’t consume, and every lunch time she would think of new ways to pay back these foolish humans on what they did to her. Torture is another thing, but humiliation is a different case.
The peephole window slid shut as the door to her cell swung open with a creak from the old metal. Dr. Forrester, the elderly scientist in charge of her case, greeted her at the door, his wrinkly smiling face beaming at one of his favorite cases. Four guards came and unchained her from the chair only to chain her again to make her walk to her first task of the day.
“It’s a new day, Six. Ready for today’s rounds?” Forrester beamed, walking ahead of her in the brightly lit hallways. Her eyes remained closed, as it hurt to look at the light, and remained quiet to the doctor’s questions.
“Still playing the quiet game I see. But today is the day I break that silence of yours. Don’t you want to see what we’ve been working on for the past two years? I think you’d rather like it.” Forrester smirked as he took her to a viewing room that looked down at a small arena.
In the arena stood a lone male, obviously disheveled and confused at the state of his slow pacing and him clutching at his head in odd intervals. To a normal human, he may have appeared to be just confused, but to her, she could sense that something was wrong with him. Her instincts, along with Forrester’s words, did not give her a good feeling about this situation.
“I won’t have to explain too much to you about that down there. We haven’t given you today's Rc suppressants yet… but you’ll figure it out once you get there.” Forrester said as she was dragged away to the entrance to the arena where her wrists and ankles were finally freed for her to only be thrust into the arena with the disoriented man.
Once she was visible to the man, he lunged at her with a speed that was unnatural for a regular human. She barely managed to dodge him as he hit into the wall behind her with a loud thud. She barely had any time to embrace the feeling of freedom she felt on her wrist and ankles as the man charged at her again. This time, she was able to have a better look at this man and realized that his right eye had a grey sclera and a red iris, much like hers when her kagune was activated. But he didn’t smell quite right, and he smelled like a weird blend of human and ghoul. His movements were less human and more ghoul-like. Saliva was dripping from his mouth like he was a salivating dog, and his mismatched eyes looked at her as if she was a piece of meat, just waiting to be devoured.
And with that realization, she already knew; this was going to be a long day.