Sweat beaded across Dr. Ross’ forehead as he strode hurriedly towards lab room eight. A faint shine emitted from the syringe tip that was gripped tightly in his shaking hands. Orange fluid slowly oozed out, hissing as it hit the cold metal floor. The blood pounding in his ears seemed deafening compared to the otherwise loud clanging of his footsteps.
When he reached a barred iron door marked with a yellow “X” he stopped to lean down to a scanner. A green light quickly swept over his eye and beeped, a signal that he could now enter the sealed off room. Inside the temperature was freezing. A good twenty below zero, Dr. Ross estimated.
He took a deep breath before stepping cautiously through the doorway. Despite of his jeans and long-sleeved shirt, he felt the chill seeping through, already draining his energy. He would need to hurry. Before him stood a large metal capsule, taller than the doctor and nearly as wide as his arm span. As always, Ross felt his breath catch in his throat, seeing it so close. So sleek and able to harbor life, in such a frozen, harsh environment, one would never guess that such a beautiful living thing thrived within.
3285 was the number given to creature within. It was human in the sense of emotion, but in the sense of DNA it was simply an experiment, a test with a heavy burden. A sigh escaped his lips. Despite it being what it was, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for what the creation was about to go through. Silently moving to the IV attached to the capsule, he took the syringe and injected it into the plastic bag. He watched as the liquid diluted with the serum, swirling to become a deep red, the color of blood.
Ross leaned back on his heels, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders. He had done it. Gazing at the capsule, he dreamed of what his accomplishment might bring into the world, and what it might prevent. He slowly turned, drifting from the room in a daze. His head was crammed with all the fame and fortune this test could bring him. So caught up in his thoughts, he failed to hear the soft footsteps creep up behind him.
A sharp pain started in the center of his back and spread throughout his body. It burned like fire in his veins. He wanted to scream out in pain and surprise, but his mouth wouldn't move. The room around him intensified in color, and for a split second there was no pain. He could hear everything, see everything, taste the air about him, smell the sweat on his forehead. His eyes rolled back into his head as his body collapsed to the floor.
A figure above him stood stock-still, waiting. A violent shudder wracked the doctor’s body, running from his head to his toes. Only then did he remain still.
The figure leapt into action, kneeling at the doctor’s side, the syringe in his gloved hand tossed aside carelessly. A quick tap to the wrist, and a pause for breath. Nothing. The figure lifted the doctor’s body with little strain, throwing him over his shoulder, despite the fact that Ross was a fully grown man. He calmly strode to a large white panel in the wall. Balancing the doctor with one hand, he grasped a small handle on the panel and held it open wide. Without a second thought he shoved Ross’ corpse down the chute.
Letting the panel go with a thump, the unknown man uttered one word into his mouthpiece.
“Done.”
Chapter one link. http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/work.php?id=103962
Anyways, this is a great piece of work. As Writer said below me, very intriguing. At first I thought the creature had come out and sort of stabbed the doctor from behind, but apparently it's some random unknown person, that we'll probably come to encounter in the rest of the story.
). And yeah that's really the morale I get from this XD
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