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I wish you all a merry Christmas.
Before you start reading, I have to excuse myself. The next chapter is not
really fitting for the time of the year and some people might be disgusted by
the dark side the story take during this chapter. Unfortunately for the
development of Jacob it is necessary to live through it, as well as to make
the readers understand why the story is developing the way it is.
Warning the story contains, Blood and Violence.
Chapter 4
In hell?
Waking up from a intense pain I nearly fell unconscious again. I felt like
someone was cutting off my arms with an old rusty and stump saw, I opened my
eyes and looked looked at some floor tiles. I tried to move but some
restraints were holding me down in my position. "Arrggghh," I screamed as I
felt another jolt of pain on my back. My hands started to cramp and I
realized it wasn't my arms that hurt it were my wings.
Then when the pain reached the highest point yet I heard someone scream in
surprise and a warm liquid spreading all over my back. I tried to move my
head and managed to turn it to the side. A heavy metal strap was holding my
head on the table like thing I was lying on. Then I saw a guy in a white
hazard suit that was covered in blood, he pulled out a tissue and cleaned the
sight glasses on his white hazard suit.
Then he picked something up again and I noticed it was a electrical bone saw.
Following the gaze of the guy with the saw I realized what he had done, one
of my wings had been cut off about two inches from my back blood was still
spilling out of the hollow bone. Another guy moved into my field of vision,
he was holding some red glowing metal plate in his hand and approached the
blood spilling remains of my wing. "NOOO!" I screamed nearly in panic tears
started to form in my eyes, he pushed the red glowing metal plates on the
wound and the pain made me fade.
Waking up probably only seconds later from the sound of the saw. Hearing the
sound not able to realize what it meant, I screamed again. The pain when I
felt the saw working on my other wing felt even worse now that I knew what
was happening. "WHY!" I screamed in pain as he started to cut off my wings
turning me into a cripple.
I couldn't help myself and turned my head to look at the saw cutting through
my bones blood started to spill out of the cut the blade was making then
another sharp pain as the outer shell of the bone snapped. The electrical saw
canted for a second between the bones and the pain that caused made me spill
blood out of my mouth.
I must have bit my tongue I realized. The guy with the saw managed to free
the blade and started cutting through the rest of the wing. When the other
guy with his red heated metal plate moved closer I dropped unconscious before
the plate touched me.
Waking up I was lying in my cell, I could feel heavy bandages on my back
trying to move I fell from the bed I had been lying in. I tried to stand but
the pain in my back made it impossible, crawling to the edge of the room
ignoring the cold floor tile on my skin I crouched myself in the corner.
Tears were running down my cheeks as I vowed I would make them pay for what
they had done to me. They turned me into a cripple, I knew I was unreasonable
I had never meant to have wings, but losing them? I realized how much they
had meant to me. They had done more then only cutting of a part of me they
had stripped off my freedom, the freedom of a being that belonged the sky.
I felt a strange sensation something was telling me I was walking a dangerous
path that lead into darkness, a path that I wasn't supposed to follow. I
pushed that part out of my mind, I was held captive by monsters, and I was
meant to make them pay. I knew I was right, the whole being of me was created
to deny the plane that was called earth to the monsters that tried to get
hold of it. I had to make sure I was able to escape out of these monsters
clutches, I would need to rest to gather my strength before I would be able
escape, so I just waited there in my crouched position ignoring the fact that
I wasn't wearing any clothes.
The door of the room opened and someone looked into the room. "Clean it up
and get it into clothes," the voice said and moved back. Someone else move
into the room looking at me he said, "You smell get cleaned fucking mutant."
Then he pulled back the trigger of a water cannon and bathed me in a burst of
water.
Knewing that the pressure of the water was supposed not only to wash me but
to hurt and degrade me, I figured that it would probably help me if they
thought it would hurt me so I started screaming as in pain. After a few
minute the water stopped and someone threw some kind of lab coat on the bed.
"Get clothed and don't try to make any trouble or the water cannon is the
last thing you need to worry about."
Okay that was enough the moment I would get out of here he was the first to
die, I decided I looked at his uniform, Pvt. Jenkins.
I started to get clothed in the lab coat they had thrown in the room, the
white cloth soaking up the water on my skin started to look like a see
through. I noticed that my chest had started to swell, and I probably had an
B cup, my waist looked a lot more delicate and my hips had started to look a
lot more like a woman's hips supposed to look.
Only my privates remained unchanged it was all that reminded me of what I
used to be, and they didn't seem to be affected by the changes yet. The guard
told me to move the fuck out of the cell and when I passed him he slept me on
the ass. "Damn bitch if you weren't a mutant we two would have a lot of fun."
I turned around spinning on my feet and crushed his head into the wall
splattering his brain all over the floor then I was hit by a stun gun and
dropped on the ground.
Within seconds I was surrounded by a couple of people that were all starting
to kick me and I crouched myself at the wall trying to look like they were
really hurting me. Then someone handcuffed me and pulled me up. Someone in
the group of people mentioned, "Jenkins this stupid asshole I knew this was
gonna happen sooner or later." The guy that had picked me up told him off.
"Shut the fuck up Williams, if you have anything else left to say believe me
Jenkins will be the lucky one of you two."
Williams seemed to understand, and Jenkins didn't cared anymore I had made
sure of that. The guy that was holding me said, "And you bitch are lucky you
are minor else I would have just shoot you down and piled your body up like
the rest of the damned mutant freaks. A minor? What was this stupid guy
talking about? He forced me to move through the hallway and I noticed my
balance was totally off. Of course my wings, I already was used to the
shifted point of balance.
I got mad, when I would see the lab guys that had taken them off, I would
kill them and not as swiftly as I killed this pervert. I felt kinda bad for
thinking about that most of the guys surrounding me did just do their job. It
wasn't their fault that their bosses were possessed by the evil, but if I
would have to embrace the evil to get rid of them. I was still doing what I
was supposed to do for the moment until I figured out a way to get out.
I really wondered where all this thoughts came from, I knew I was a field
agent of the MCO. But now I also knew I was a something more, a part of the
bigger image that had been watching earth from the beginning. And when the
creator decided it had been time to reveal ourselves he had send the one he
was calling his son to the still developing earth to spread his word.
Everything had been worked just the way the creator had been told them it
would work out, the Sidhe had stopped the goo causing the sundering and the
empowering mankind had started to believe. Half of the world's population was
believing theses days at him in one of the many forms he had been taking. But
these stupid guys from the MCO? They dared to oppose one of his knights?
We arrived at the lab and the people that were working there were all new
faces to me. No that wasn't right I noticed a small man in the front row he
was sitting in front of his monitor and was smoking a cigarette and he used a
cold cup of coffee to kill his cigarettes. He looked at me when I entered the
room. "Don't worry we will get you out of here," I heard his voice in my
head.
I knew I should have been shocked that mutants had managed to infiltrate the
MCO but I wasn't. Looking back it was only natural to me that they had done
so. If you're kind was being hunted down it was only natural to make sure you
know what the enemy was up too. They labs guys made me go to some more tests
and evaluated the data while I was being strapped on a metal table.
The guy that hat contacted me before did so again and told me he was from an
secret organization that made sure that mutants didn't vanish without any
trace. He had noticed what was going on and that the MCO tried to cut down
any lead that was leading to me to kept me either locked up forever or kill
me without creating a public problem for them. He and his friends had managed
to stop them by spreading out information about me being held hostage by the
MCO and what they had done to me.
He also informed me that my sister has dropped her asshole of an husband. I
was sorry for my sister's loss but happy she was finally rid of the stupid
asshole Samuel was. He explained that my sister was still thinking the MCO
would let me get out sooner or later. But the truth was that I was on my own
except if he could help me without being noticed.
When they lab guys were finally done with their testing they brought me back
into my cell, the door had been replaced and was a lot more sturdy than the
old one and I wasn't sure if I would be able to break it. I laid myself on
the bed and started to pray, the energy I was feeling building up soothed the
pain my back was making and after a while I noticed something was different.
When I ripped of the bandages I realized that my wings had started to grow
again. For the moment they still locked like the bones I had on the first day
of my mutation but they were growing a lot faster than before. I thanked my
creator for gifting me with his help.
Back in my cell I started examining the cell I was sitting in. The unpainted
concrete wall were steel reinforced I remembered that from the introduction
when I started to work for the MCO, the ceiling also barren with only the
lights looked like it was build the same way. The massive vault like door was
probably a few inches thick as I recalled from when I entered the room. The
toilet wouldn't help me either even if I would be able to rip it out of the
wall the hole would be far to small for me to get behind the wall. And even
if I managed that I would be somewhere underground without a way to the top.
The bed was just a simple metal construction that was attached to the floor
no way to get anywhere using that.
That left me with the only option breaking through the door when they opened
it, but what would I do then? To reach the surface I would need to use the
elevator and that wouldn't work since my vocals wouldn't be recognized by the
recognition vote and even if it would recognize my voice I was sure that my
ID was already deleted. Of course I could try to cut through the ceiling and
try climbing to the top. I knew I wouldn't have trouble handling my weight
and with the sword I could manifest and how it had cut through the concrete
floor in the lab I was sure it would work on steel doors and the elevator
ceiling too.
But even if I managed to get up there, I would be midtown easily recognized
as mutant in a city full of H1 supporters and right in front of the MCO
building full of armed guards that would try to stop me. Then there was this
guy that somehow had telepathically told me that they were trying to get me
out of this hell hole. But could I trust him? He was a mutant, and even
though I was one too now. I used to work for the MCO and he probably knew
that. I spend the rest of the night or rather the time I spend in my cell,
since there was no indication what time it was outside. Thinking about how I
could try to escape and was shutting down one idea after another.
I knew something was wrong when I smelled the gas again, this time I knew
what was happening and decided to just try holding my breath and faking
unconscious. It didn't work, when I woke up I realized I was inside a cage
and some kind of gag was pushed deep into my mouth preventing me from
talking. The cage was about 10 feet in height and 7x7 feet square. I was held
down on my knees by some sort of metal straps that were fixed on some kind of
rail system that were a part of the cage floor. The cage itself was covered
by a black sheet that only let a dimmed light through it making it hard to
see much more.
I heard voices getting nearer and tried to look into the direction just to
realize that my neck was also fixed in position by some kind of metal ring
that was on fixes with several rubber band that seemed to end in the
different corners of the cage. I realized the people were talking about me,
they called me subject 142 and talked about getting me into some kind of
probe room. Given the fact how I was being fixated in the cage I started to
get really worried.
They started to move the cage which made me realize that it must be hold by
some sort of suspension field or magnetic rail since it moved steady and
there were no sounds of wheels on the floor. The caged seemed to push against
some kind of door than through it before it started to move down deeper into
the facility. Just perfect deny me even the slightest hope to escape, I
didn't even knew there was a second underground level so much for trusting
your field agents I thought.
Finally the caged stopped the room must have been really bright since a lot
more light was coming through the black sheet. I could now see the black
rubber bands that were connected from the metal strap around my neck to each
corner of the cage. The straps that locked my arms and legs in their position
seemed to be connected on the rails that looked like they could be moved
mechanically without entering the cage. I tried to pull my arms and legs free
but the straps didn't show the slightest movement.
I heard a few people entering the room, one of the people I recognized by his
voice was the doctor that had greeted me the first day and tricked me into
this hell. If I managed to get out of this cage I vowed myself that I would
bring havoc over the MCO and the lab guys who treated me like that. I was a
former employee and had been deeply connected to them, and just because I had
turned into a mutant they treated me like a villain.
The doctor started to explain. "Inside this cage there we have Subject 142,
Subject 142 was a former employee of us that worked in the field department.
It was former called Jacob, the family name is confidential since it has
relatives within the organization. Subject 142 was exposed to an unknown
chemical during a field mission that somehow activated the gene mutant
complex. The mutant while still in change tried to kept his changes secret
over several days until agent Olsen found out and took it into custody."
What but that is a lie you god damned son of a bastard. "Mhhmmh"
"During the testing of his powers Subject 142 killed one of the security
employees using his vast physical power. After we managed to stop it and put
the mutant in a cell it started rampaging damaging a steel door. Subject 142
is also able to manifest a sword that is able to cut through concrete like a
hot knife through butter, using her voice chanting."
"Mhhmmh." You god damned bastard, filthy liar.
"That's why we were forced to restrain it from speaking for security
reasons."
I'm going to kill you liar. I wanted to scream but all I did manage was
another. "Mhhmmh."
"Now if I can have your attention please I'm going to show you Subject 142,
please be reassured it won't be able to harm you."
The black sheet was pulled aside showing my naked self to the people in the
room that looked disgusted at me, I noticed I wasn't in the Underground
basement but on the upper floor where the MCO used to deal with the
government. The people in the room looked liked judges.
They looked disgusted at me, and I could see why, there was a mirror that
showed myself, my wings were back in their bone form looking like claws that
were protruding out of my back, my face looked a lot younger like one of a
teenage girl around 15 or maybe 16 and far too attractive for a normal girl,
my legs and arms that were in cross positions allowed the judges and myself a
good look at my privates and my chest that definitely was a girls chest still
developing though.
"As you can see Subject 142 is a really distracting sight, we believe it is
some kind of demonic spawn meant to sexually attract both sexes and then
killing them for fun as you had witnessed happened to our member of security.
Given the threat Subject 142 seems to be, we would ask you for the allowance
to either get rid of it before more people come to harm or at least assigning
the DFA tag on it."
A guy I hadn't noticed before that was standing next the door moved up. "I
have to Object, the person we are talking about is clearly a minor, and given
his former name I have to assume it used to be a boy it's not wonder that it
was raging on your perverted member of security. I have to wonder if you're
just trying to make this up to get rid of a nuisance it would meant to the
MCO given the fact that the little boy or girl over there is a family member
of one of your employees."
"I have to object the doctor interrupted we already told you that he was a
former field agent, given the fact that he must have been at least 21 years
old before the change happened."
"But you're not even telling us who he should have been, all you say is this
is Jacob which could easily be a lie made up to get rid of your problem. Are
you still insisting not to reveal his ID?" Asked a female judge.
"There is no chance, that we will reveal his ID," the Doctor admitted.
"That was all I wanted to know," she said.
Someone else stood up. "Doctor Hilber I have another question for you, what
happened to it's wings?"
"It's wings?" The doctor tried to hide the fact that he knew about them. "I'm
not aware of any wings, or are you talking about the claws protruding out of
the subjects back?"
"I'm talking about these wings!" The man, I recognized him it was a local
lawyer and a regular at father's church, turned around a tablet that showed
me in the lap spreading my wings covered in small white feathers.
"Mhhmm." Tears started to form in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks when I
remembered the pain.
A mumbling went to the people in the room as they looked at the wings of the
picture someone had managed to take while I was in the lab. So that was what
the telepath was talking about.
"We will need to discuss this, the mutant shall not be harmed while we do
that. We will make our decision by the end of the month."
"Yes I understand," the doctor said but he looked furious.
The black sheet was moving back over the cage and they moved me back in the
underground labs.
Once the cage started to move downwards I realized that we must be in some
kind of elevator the doctor started to curse the judges and whoever had got
the photo leaked. He kicked against the cage and screamed at me like a
madman, then he swore that I would curse the they I had been born and that I
didn't need to worry he would make sure they would allow them to kill me,
until then he and the MCO would have their fun breaking me.
I didn't dare to make a sound, the doctor was clearly mad. And I was fearing
what they might do to me. They pulled the cage along the way and then after
some time they just left me in a room and closed the door. Perfect now I was
back into a cell and on top of that hold by this strange cage in the most
degrading position unable to move at all.
I don't know how long I was fixated in this damn place but as time went by I
realized that the doctor might be right they would kill me, the way they had
changed the evidence to this degree with so little work and of course they
could just release the information about my real ID to make sure they could
put an DFA on me. I started to cry, I couldn't help it and trying to hold the
tears back didn't work. I sobbed with the gag in my mouth until my throat
started to hurt.
After what felt like an eternity alone in the darkness of the prison I was
being held captive, the door opened. My hope that had flickered for a moment
died the moment the Doctor's voice sounded from outside of the room. "Bring
it in Lab E there are still some thing we can try, who knows it might even
die during the test that would spare us from dealing with the judges, we
could just call it an accident."
They moved me through various floors and doors then the cage stopped. The
black sheet was moved off the cage and I was looking in a large mirror. I
could see various machines that looked like they had been moved out of
nightmare and turned into reality standing in the room. The doctor talked how
they hadn't really tested how good the defensive trait of my exemplar level
was he went into a room from where he could over watch the test, that was
visible through a window on top of the mirror. He looked at me made an evil
smile and said "Okay let us begin to have some fun."
The first thing that happened was a guy in a security outfit approached me,
he pulled out a pistol, it was the standard 9mm pistol the police was using.
He aimed at my chest and pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes, "Bam" but it
didn't hurt had he missed?
"Nothing," the doctors voice sounded through a speaker system. "Change to the
next one please."
They tested several weapons using different types like SMG, Assault Rifles,
even a 45er colt, then they shot me with a Sniper rifle a Russian PTRD-41
anti tank rifle, I was scared to death and started to pray to the lord that I
would survive this.
I could hear the doctor talking he was obviously interested what I was doing.
"How is that possible it's Essence gathering just skyrocket look even it's
eyes started to glow from the power it is gathering."
BAM the shot rocket my body and I felt warm blood from the point where the
bullet had penetrated me. I looked at the hole, it wasn't there, I had a
really bad bruise and a little blood was rolling down my chest.
"What a pity she is still alive, oh look at that. How interesting she seems
to loose the essence as if it is running out of her, please shoot a second
time."
The second shot penetrated my skin and hurt a lot more the bullet stuck
somewhere in my chest and I felt how it was pushed out by my regenerating
flesh. The doctor got excited, "Did you see that it can toughen up when it
has gathered essence, it loses it over time and then become vulnerable that
means sneak attack would work that's good to know. Okay stop the shooting we
will now start with the probing."
Probing? What was he talking about? The security guy moved out of the room
leaving me alone with all those creepy machines. One of the machines started
to roll towards me suddenly, it moved around me and scanned me with a strange
red light that flickered over my body. Then it stopped right behind me, the
top of the machine opened a hatch and several cables started to move out of
it, they were equipped with lights and looked like they had lenses and at the
end.
The cables started to get longer and longer as they reached into the cage,
they started to move along my legs then I saw some of them were moving
towards my face and fear struck me, what were these thing going to do? That
moment one of the probes I couldn't see answered my unspoken question as it
protruded into my behind. The shock of the cold thing that started to move
inside me was even worse then the pain it had caused. I gasped and the
tentacle like probes started to enter my nose and my mouth through the holes
in the gag, probing around as they explored the inside of my body.
The probe in my back seemed to stop moving for a second then it started to
push against something in my back that really hurt. Even though I was scared
to death, and felt totally humiliated I felt aroused. I couldn't even gasp in
surprise since the probe in my mouth was moving in my hurting throat.
That was enough I would make them pay, they had tried to made me starve, they
had tried to make me a cripple cutting off my wings, they had drugged me and
put me into this fucking cage, they had framed me for stuff I didn't do and
tried to get an DFA on me, they shot me even though they only managed to hurt
me with that, and now they were humiliating me? But the worst sin of all they
had done was treason against one of their own, I had been a working bee for
them getting all the hard work done, losing friends to capture mutant's that
were called dangerous.
Now I could finally understand what was wrong, the mutant's weren't the
dangerous one it were the humans that made them dangerous. Most of the mutant
probably just tried to live a normal live, but the MCO wouldn't let them. I
always had thought of course every mutant we arrested told us that, who would
admit that he was trying to enslave humanity? Something clicked in my mind, I
felt a flame started to get lid in my inner self, a flame that wanted to be
fed and it was hungry for the souls of those monsters and heretics that
defied the name of the lord.
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