Experimentals (Started/closed)

If it's still alright to join...

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Name: C.K.

Subject Number: 24601

Appearance: C.K. has tawny blonde hair that hangs shaggily over his eyes. He constantly snaps his head to the side to get it out of his face. His eyes are extremely pale blue with small pupils, making them very piercing. He's short for his age, and gaunt. He has a bit of fuzz around his jaw that he habitually tugs when nervous. He wears jeans and a grey, blood-stained T-shirt.

Personality: C.K. has gone completely insane. He has an imaginary "friend" who is with him frequently, but not constantly. The "friend" tells him that he is the only one C.K. can trust, etc. Otherwise, he's nervous and jittery. He's very shy and complaisant until his friend starts whispering in his ear.

Brief History: C.K.'s parents gave him up to the company at age twelve voluntarily because he got into some legal trouble (which wasn't his fault), was showing first signs of schizophrenia, and they couldn't handle him anymore. The past four years as a subject pushed him over the edge.

Other: He has several nervous ticks and habits, and is very mistrusting. Though he doesn't remember why, he has a strong fear of being abandoned. Thus, he has very little interest in romance, and few people or things can calm him when he gets upset. C.K. doesn't remember his full name, but he saw from a chance glance at his chart the letters C, and K. He couldn't read the rest. (Doctors' handwriting, you know? )

-Sea-

Hey Searria, I'm glad you joined.

Chirantha, that's okay, but technically you were supposed to PM me first...However, it looks fine, so keep it!

... Oh, I thought after I already asked here, I could post it here. I can edit the above and PM you a whole different profile.

Okay, here's my newly approved doctor's profile.

Name: Lily Grey

Gender: Female

Age: 25 Years Old

Appearance: She is thin, has straight silver blonde hair up to her shoulders. Her eyes have a vibrant blue colour. Her face is slightly pointed and beautiful. She has the appearance of an Asian and Caucasian mix.

Personality: She is friendly to the people she knows. But she is ambitious, and usually doesn't let anything stand in between her achieving those goals. She never shows her friendly side to the test subjects, but there are certain rumors suggesting that she has a soft spot for a some of them.

Brief History: Both her brother and sister died of unknown illnesses when she was 10 years old. She vowed to find cures to those and other unknown illnesses, and joined Medisync, where she now works as the head chemist.

Other: Up for love, if possible.

No, it's fine....

*Okay, let's get this thing started!*

Micah,

The room is still dark, so it must be before lights-on. I stir fitfully from my sleep and turn over. I tried to remember the dream I'd been having, before something had awoken me...it had been good: there had been warmth and good food...and no needles. That was the best part. No needles.
Then my head snaps up. What had awoken me? I looked towards the door to our prison-room just as it opens. The figure in the doorway presses the button outside the door, and the lights flash on, blinding me. Amongst the groans of the other kids just waking up around me, I hear sharp footsteps approaching the place where I sit, curled up to shield my face from the light. People grab me by my arms and lift me up.

"Yes, this one will do fine," a voice drawls, "It still looks fairly strong. Show me its number."

A hand roughly pushes up my sleeve.

"Ah, number 2341," the voice says softly, "You are the beginning of something great. Now look at me."

My head remains where it is, facing towards the ground.

"I said, LOOK AT ME," the man snarls, and slaps my face, before forcing my chin up. His face is only a few inches away from mine. He has graying hair and teeth that are so straight there's no way that they're natural. I spit in his eye. He jerks back, howling. The guards who are holding me tighten their grips and one of them gives a brutal punch to my midriff. I double forwards, gasping for breath. And then they drag me from the room.

*YAY! We are starting* By the way, I edited my character's personality a bit, because before she did not have any side effect from the experiments.*

Nimsi

The high voltage lights seared into the open eyes of the little girl. She gasps, shielding her eyes from the painful glare. Around her, the other kids wake up to sound of the door opening. She hugs her teddy bear close to her chest as she looks at the group of people who had entered the room.

She watches as they surrounded Micah, a person who is very close to her. A number of security guards had formed a circle inside the room, watching the doctor as he examined Micah. The nearest one sneers at her, his menacing eyes glaring at her in way as if they are trying to burn a hole through her. He then smirks as she draws her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, as if he succeeded in frightening her. Which he did.

She could hear the conversation from the corner of the room where she sat. She winced as they hit Micah on the stomach. She could see the pain in his eyes. It scares her.

But as he's dragged out of the room, she swallows her fear and springs to her feet. "Where are you taking him?" She screams.

"Sit down and shut up." Snarls the security guard

"No I won't" She bellows back, surprised to see that she is talking like that.

The security guard slaps her across the face. It was so strong, that she slams onto the metal wall of the room, slid down to the floor. Tears well up in her eyes, both from the pain in her head and her anger.

"Leave her alone!" The voice of a girl screams. It was Arwen, the girl with the pixie hair.

Nimsi could not see properly as she was dizzy and and feel faint after getting her head hit on the wall. But she sees that the security guard had raised his fist. But just as he was about to punch, the another doctor walked into the room.

"Woah there Jerry, I need those subjects alive. Performing experiments on beaten pulps doesn't do any good for anyone, now does it?" He said, sounding like he was talking to a five year old. "And speaking about experiments, how about I take this little one here. I have a updated some of my calculations, and I think I might be able to discover something new if I performed it."

She felt fear seeping into her as if her blood had turned to ice. She had not been used as a test subject for two years now, as they always look for someone bigger or older than her.

*Not sure if this is good but, is it okay?*

Dr. Abrams

Dmitri Abrams stepped out of the lift and walked down the glass corridor of the building’s 19th storey. Waiting by the receptionist’s desk to greet him was the usual attractive woman with long sleek black hair dressed in a fitted black office dress.

“Good morning, sir,” she smiled at him dazzlingly, the usual eager glint shining in her large brown eyes.

Dmitri acknowledged his secretary with a small nod, “Mandy,” he said, handing her his coat and umbrella before passing her to walk towards his office. “Please run through today’s artenary...”

She walked briskly behind him. “Um, let me see...” she juggled with his things while trying to look through her electronic planner. “It says here that Mr. Montgomery would like to see you in his office in about an hour and Dr. Von Ray has left a message saying that he and Dr. Crawford have both begun testing the company’s new drugs. He’s asked that you join them in the laboratories to help them assess the subjects.”

“Very well,” Dmitri nodded. “Thank you, Mandy, that will be all.”

“Sir,” she nodded before turning to leave.

Dmitri waited until she disappeared from view before turning to his desk drawers. He took out a set of keys from his pant pocket and stuck the smallest one into the last drawer. It opened with a groan and inside lay several brown classified files. Dmitri picked up the file that read ‘Drug number 207’ and opened it up to scan the contents. It was the drug that Mr. Montgomery, the CEO of MediSyn pharmaceutical company called the ‘mother of all miracle cures’, ‘the beginning of something incredible’... The company had been working on it for almost two years and now that it was finally being tested, Dmitri couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. The last time a drug of this calibre was tried out, eight out of the ten test subjects died almost instantly. He wondered how many more would join them after today.

He quickly pushed such thoughts out of his mind. After all, what were ten deaths when compared to saving the rest of humanity? Just like any great achievement sacrifices had to be made. With that in mind, he reached for his lab coat and headed down to the laboratories with the brown file labelled ‘Drug number 207’ still in his hands.

Arwen ¬

I hurt.

I hurt everywhere.

I sat up, or tried to.

My ankles and wrists were strapped down, and then I blacked out.

***

I woke up, panting. I needed to get out of this place. It was Hell on Earth. I pulled the piece of paper out of the crack between my bed - if you could call it that - and the wall. I added a line or two here, and stared at it, Sand, sea and spray. the Beach.

One day I'd get there.

How was another matter.

Micah,

As I am dragged down the corridor, I hear Nimsi scream as she too is forcibly removed from the room.

"No, not her," I mumble under my breath, "She's too young..."

"Shut it, you!" One of the security guards snaps, hitting the back of my head. I grunt in pain.

"You would do well to remain silent," the older man, the one I spat at, says, "You are about to be given the most advanced drug in medical history. With it, we will have the power to cure anything. Anything. An All-Cure. Drug 207. And you are to have the very great privilege of trying it out first!"

He chuckles to himself in a way that makes my blood run cold. We finally reach a door, a door that has come to mean pain and suffering. I strain backwards, vainly attempting to shrug off the men holding me. They hit me again. One of the guards posted outside the dreaded door, not the ones who hit me, makes a noise, and I look up. He meets my eyes, and for a minute, I see concern and outrage. Then it is gone. I hang my head again, and am dragged into the room. They toss me on to a cot, and strap me in tight. The doctor-man, who the guards address as Dr. Von Ray, inserts a needle into my arm and I wince.

"An IV," Von Ray says, slapping my arm after he has inserted it, "It will deliver a strain of TB into your bloodstream. After the full effects of the disease have taken hold, we will administer the All-Cure. If you don't tie before that works, well, we'll have some relevant data," He chuckles again, "Do you know what TB is, 2341? It's fairly unpleasant. A great deal of internal bleeding..." He sighs, "Unfortunately, I won't be able to watch the proceedings. I have other subjects to attend to."

He leaves me there, the disease now dripping inexorably into my blood. I groan, in pain, and in fear that Nimsi, and all my other friends and companions, might die within the week. Which is nothing new, but Von Ray's tone suggests that something big is coming, and we are at the center of it.

Dr. Abrams

By the time Dmitri reached the testing area of the laboratory, Dr. Von Ray was already walking out of the first testing theatre.

“Ah, Dr. Abram’s, you got my message then,’ he smiled, ‘Brilliant news isn’t it? The drug couldn’t have been ready at a more perfect moment! We are already predicting it will be a success-”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Dr. Von Ray,” Dmitri interrupted. “We all know what happened with drug 206...”

Dr. Von Ray twitched in annoyance. “Technicalities...a few test subjects exploded, so what?” He pointed at the file in Dmitri’s hand, “This new drug will change everything, you’ll see...”

“Let’s hope so,” said Dmitri before looking around the corridor. The doors to the many testing theatres were closed and he could have sworn he could hear screams coming from one of them. He turned to Dr. Von Ray. “Have the test subjects been vaccinated yet?”

“Subject 2431 has, we have four others on standby...”

The screams seemed to grow louder.

“Can I ask what they were vaccinated with?”

“TB,” Dr. Von Ray said with a proud smirk.

“Was that really necessary?” Dmitri frowned at him. He didn’t even bother waiting for the doctor’s answer. He just grabbed the clipboard with Subject 2431’s profile and then headed inside the testing theatre to begin his assessment.

He only hoped the subject was still alive.

~C.K.~

C.K. had been awake hours prior to lights-on. Christopher was gone. C.K. tucked his bony legs against his shriveled torso and rocked back and forth in a corner, head resting on his knees. He wondered what sort of test they were doing on Christopher. The funny thing was, he always just left. They never hit him, or dragged him out like they did with C.K. and the other subjects. The doctors would open the door, Christopher would smile, and simply walk out. In fact, the guards hardly even looked at Christopher. And why didn't he look sick? Christopher always came back looking healthy and strong, his blond hair shiny and not the least bit disheveled.
But C.K. didn't think about it too much. Christopher was his friend. It was good he was never hurt.
Lights-on.
C.K. shrinks against the wall and pulls on his sandy beard. He hated it when the doctors chose him. And Christopher wasn't there. Christopher was always with him when subjects were chosen. He was supposed to be there. Beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face. He was alone. In a room full of dying children and malevolent guards, C.K. was alone. Christopher had left him alone.

But that was okay. Christopher always came back.

-Sea-

Isabella

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths as I heard the screams and yells fade into the distance. A tear trickled down my cheek, I was such a coward, why did I never stand up for anyone else. Sighing I sat up and looked around the room, everyone was awake now, even though some people continued to pretend they were asleep. I didn't blame them, dreams were the only place any of us ever felt safe. I looked towards the door just in time to spot that someone was walking towards it and quickly curled up on my side again, pretending to sleep, pretending I could feel safe. . .

Micah,

The pain is huge, beyond compare. I lay there, unable to move, with a terrible disease dripping into my veins. I close my eyes, and try again to remember the dream. The one with warmth, and no needles. But that just makes me think of the one in my arm, and I moan in pain.
Then, the door opens, and someone walks in. I don't look over to see who it is. It doesn't matter. Either way, they will make me hurt more. Make my friends hurt more. The person walks over to me, and his silhouette fills my vision, blocking out the surgery lights above me. He's looking at a clipboard, muttering under his breath.

"How long has he been under the treatment?" The man snaps at one of the guards. The guard mumbles something about "a few minutes," and the man sighs in irritation.

"And where did these bruises come from?" A surprisingly gentle hand brushes my face, "How many times do I have to say it? We can't work with severely harmed subjects!"

His tone changes, and he moves so that I can see him fully at last. He's young, and has a good face, I guess.

"How are you feeling?" He asks gently, brushing my hair out of my sweaty face.

"Like you care," I spit, but I hurt so much that it doesn't sound very forceful.

"I do care, 2431, and-" He says calmly, but I cut him off.

"My name's Micah," I say scathingly, "And you don't care. You just want your stupid cure thing. I'm just a means to and end, right?"

He doesn't say anything. I laugh bitterly, and turn my head. Nimsi is strapped to a bed at the other side of the room.

"And what about her?" I snarl weakly, "She's so young and helpless. How could you?"

Sebastian

Sebastian woke up with a terrible headache, and sat up immediately to figure out where he was. Somebody shoved him back onto the table, and one the security guards flinched at the sound of his skull hitting the metal.

"Can you see?" A voice asked Sebastian. He shook his head; He knew his eyes were open, but He only saw black. "Great." The man said. "Try the injection again, this time add a bit more of Von Ray's mixture."

"Yes sir." Came the reply, before Sebastian felt a needle press into his left wrist, and then the other.

For a minute it was silence, until whatever it was reached his lungs. The scientist stepped back, knowing what was about to happen by the fact that he took so long to react.

The guards shared a look, but before they could react the medication had made it to the brain. Sebastian felt pain- more intense than he had ever felt before, as if fire was traveling through his veins.

He screamed. The scientist took a few seconds to react, breaking the tension by grabbing another needle- painkillers, this time- and shoved it into the subject's wrist. The guards looked at him quizzically.

"Might as well shut the kid up. Look at his heart rate, before the painkillers, and tell me if we're going to be out a patient."

"Looks normal to me."

"Lemme see. Oh, won't kill him, thank God. Make sure we look for long-term effects. I might've overdone on the painkillers a little, he'll be out for a while."