Chapter One: Nothing More Than A Lab Rat - Revised

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Preface:

Dusk Fears Dawn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So far I had nothing to fear… well… so far.  I was nothing, but an animal… a damn lab rat.  I was being shipped off into a new science lab to be experimented on.  Why, I was absolutely pissed.  Though, I was too worn out to show it.  Too worn out to even care to bring up a fight.  Nothing was making sense of its own freaking self anymore.  Lights were no longer lights, and sounds were no longer sounds.  This new, freaky world was nothing, but a drunken blur to me.  I hadn’t felt this strange since my last hangover.  These weird dudes in white laboratory coats wanted me to learn, and adapt to their treatments and schedules.  I didn’t know a damn thing about them.  Hell, I didn’t even know where I was.  So, yeah, I felt like an animal.  It’s that one kind of expression you see in the terrified face of puppy when it’s lost.  Or, maybe the wild look in they white of a frightened horse’s eye.  Well, at least I felt that way once, but now, my green-ish grey eyes held the look of a high inmate in a Turkish prison.  Boredom, tiredness, and hate were all that made me up now.  I was bored with where they held me.  I was completely pissed that they would do this to me.  I absolutely hated everything around me.  I was going to make my white a*s heard to these freaks.

To them, I was some kind of a freaking alien.  A creature meant to be created, and then I guess, as soon as possible, destroyed.  I was different, I always have been, and it kind of wasn’t hard to tell when I had huge white wings sprouting from my shoulder blades.  Of course, I now was a 6^th science project for some candy-assed kindergarteners… nothing more.  I knew they were going to experiment on me until they finally killed me, which actually didn’t sound like such a bad idea anymore.  Ha, if suicide was an option, hell I would already be gone.  It was hard to figure out that they were already killing me.  I couldn’t bring it to the front of my mind why I haven’t kicked any off their asses yet.  Was this my end?  Was this how I’m going to die?  If so, then so be it, I’m ready for their best shots.  I don’t fear death.  I actually recommend you to give me a reason why I should.  There was nothing in this life that was even worth an ounce of fear to me.  These strange people in white coats couldn’t do anything to hurt me.  They said I looked like something out of the Holy Bible called an angel, whatever that was.  I even remembered one of the male characters asking if I had a halo.  I couldn’t help but thinking, gay wad, and since I had the courtesy to be nice, I just laughed at him.

The people in white coats said I had an “abnormal” blood type.  I was like, no f*****g duh, dumb a*s!  Did it take you till just now to figure that out?  If so, it doesn’t surprise me, you’re all pretty stupid. They said it was one that was not even classified. Ha, the government doesn’t know about it yet.  I can already bet the secret service is guarding the door by now. So, it was said that they sampled it and named it BLOOD TYPE X,O.  That’s kind of cool, and almost sexy in a way, ha, ha.  They tried testing my blood donations on some lab rats.  When they got X,O in their system, the rats would go f*****g psychotic, and then finally they would just randomly blow up!   I was sure these weird people in white coats didn’t enjoy cleaning rat guts off of their expensive cages.  For me, it was almost like the show on TV, Discovery Channel.  These crazy people have tied me up, and made me watch it all day.  Come on!  Haven’t any of you guys hard of the E! channel?  This show is boring up the a*s!  Okay, fine, what about Spongebob? HBO?  How about The Playboy channel?  I was getting pissed, but I knew it was my fault that I was still in here.  I could brake out of here anytime I pleased, but it would all have to wait in good time.  If my calculations were correct, and I waited just the right time… I could get the revenge I wanted, and not some cheap, loser comeback that they could expect.  This was all going to need patience, and I didn’t mind waiting.

A loud beep sounded to my left, and I was so bored, all I could do was close my eyes.  My new kick-a*s instincts already told my brain the information it needed to get ready to kick some a*s.  It was testing time, and I was ready.  The white-coated people were coming in with syringes full of different solutions to test on me.  Many made me ill, while the others made me tired, but the people in white coats knew that their test could not take full effect upon me.  But my rockin’ immune system was too strong, and my body got rid of, or “ejected” any invading substance.  This began to frustrate the people in white Harry Potter robes, and boy was it funny to watch them do their two-year-old-being-told-no dance, ha.  It seemed that the idea of obtaining the slightest bit of ignorance of anything was intolerable.  And it only seemed to get much worse when the people in white coats discovered that my veins pushed all of the solutions out of my body.  Why these insane creatures didn’t give up, I don’t know, but I sure was getting tired of this s**t, and it wouldn’t be long before I made my awesome escape.

Some freaky, little lady, dressed in white like all the other dumb asses, made her way to my right side.  She laid the iciest f*****g hand that I had ever felt, on my burning arm.  She used a suck-ish, wimpy, green cloth to make something they called a “tourniquet” above my elbow to draw blood.  Then when she had her little vial full, she cut the “tourniquet”, and pulled out yet another needle.  S**t!  What’s up with all the damn needles?  F**k!  The plastic part of the needle, I forgot what it was called, had a dark, freaky, liquid in it that bubbled.  It looked to me like it was a poison.  My awesomely swift eyes could detect the small bubbling the freaky Kool-Aid did when it reached air.  This was not a normal liquid they were going to stick me with.  My high-tech survival instincts were scrambling about my brain, screaming DANGER!  PAIN!  DEATH!  I felt as though I was high again.

My glassy green eyes, or that’s the color they were “classified” by these psychotic people, scanned the little windmill-plant-worker-looking woman anxiously.  Ha, I swear, as she neared the open crease of my arm with that big a*s needle, the monitor that I was hooked up to, started to just like flip out!  She said my temp was rising at about the same rate as my heart.  Ha, ha, screw you Discovery Channel!  Looks like I’m starting my own show now!  And I’ll be getting the trillion-dollar salary now, biotches!!!  The little lady looked up into my eyes, and I almost wanted to slap her.  The small woman dropped the needle, and her attention flew to the monitor.  “Her temp is rising rapidly!” she mumbled, clearly astonished, the tone of her voice a scramble between excitement and fear.  “110…” she waited about three seconds, “115…” and it was about seven minutes later that my normal 105 temperature had boiled to a 126.  Yes, my body heat has grown to that immense height before, but that’s only when I had my first one-night stand, while being high and drunk all at once.  It’s only a reaction to fear and excitement.  Me, I’m not normally afraid, but there was no way in hell that I was going to let that strange liquid invade my body.  Not as long as I was in charge of it.  Not even a man would become in charge of this rockin’ body.  Okay, fine… maybe once I let one do that, but that doesn’t count here!  “129.5…!” the poor little woman’s voice sounded frail with amazement.  “Dr. Clark?” her voice breathed.  She looked up into the windows that gazed down at her from ten feet up the wall.  Her eyes searched for the man supposedly named “Dr. Clark. “Help?”  It was quite obvious that her poor little, freaky figure was wedged between the factors of being terrified, amazed, ignorant, and alone.

Author's Note

I actually think this one is WAAAAAAY better than the first one, what do you think?

Reviews

[♥Dancing giraffe..]

it was a nice read, i found it interesting that she has wings and that her temperature rose quite high there... its cool ;P Nice work, i only have one suggestion - you've got a lot of paragraphs, just try to separate'em a bit.
Other than that, i'm curious to see where this goes. Keep writing! You did a good job with this~ ^^

[WayOath]

This one is more 1st person and pulls the reader closer to the character. Although, the internal dialogue takes away from the detail you had in the first one. The main character in this one also seems more immature. I would also reccomend putting more fire behind the sentence about the wings. We also do not get as much info in this one but you may have done that intentionally. I still love the concept of this story. :P