[Jacob]

The screaming of a lone child was ear-piercing and very, very wrong. Cornesh entered the Surgery, which was on a different floor in this underground building. On occasions Cornesh wished that he had never even met the babies, that he wasn't even assigned to this 'experiment' in the first place. On other occasions he wished that the building was above ground, he used to dream of this constantly, imagining how he would use it to his advantage. Breaking out into the sunlight and running off into the woods with the children in his arms. He also imagined himself slimmer aswell, and he knew that, that was never going to happen.

Cornesh: "What are you doing!?"

His chubby hand slammed down hard on a metallic operating table that was situated next to him. He was in a dark box-like room, different from all of the others. The walls, though white, were seemingly black as no lights graced their surface. The only light in the room was that of the two Surgeons head lamps. They wore white overalls, black elbow length gloves and white masks so that their identity was unknown to Cornesh and/or the patient. One's hair was grey and anothers black, both however, were gelled back. White sandles were worn on their feet and both of them were holding down a single Black baby. The child screamed, struggling to break free from the 'monsters' that were holding him down. One of the Operators looked up, the light shining in the Scientist's eyes and blinding him for a brief second.

Surgeon: "Who da Hell are you!?"

His scalpel was stained with black blood...the blood of the baby.

Cornesh: "I am the carer to some of these children...what are you doing to them?"

His eyes glanced nervously at the child and then back at the sharp scalpel being wielded by the Orkhid.

Surgeon: "We are checking ta see if they are ok..."

Cornesh took a step forwards, by this point he was so concerned for the childs safety he would have snatched it from their grasp and cared for it until it was better. Infact, the more he thought of this the more he convinced himself it would work.

Cornesh: "You are cutting into the child!! How is that making sure it is 'k!!"

The Surgeons laughed and shook their heads slowly in amusesment of this under-educated fellow.

Surgeon: "We are making sure it can heal itself appropiatly. Now please, leave us."

Tilting his head Cornesh glanced over at the child, it was still squirming and its screams had been hushed by a Oxygen mask that had been placed and held over its mouth and nose, hushing its sobs. But as Cornesh looked on, he analysed the body and realised that the child was being cut open in a relativly painless area for Orkhid children, the baby looked up. And as it did, Cornesh did not see normal Orkhid eyes or defect Orkhid eyes for that matter. All he saw was black. As if the childs entire eyeballs had been drowned with oil. Or as if its pupil had taken over its whole eye. This motivated Cornesh to act, and act quickly. It was wrong to see a child like this...even if it was a defect.

Cornesh: "No...STOP THIS NOW!!"

Cornesh lunged forwards, grabbing the Surgeon's armed hand and pulling it above his head, he then grabbed hold of his neck and hurled the skinny little man into another Operating table. The Surgeons shocked scream erupted from a vile, foul mouth and he hit the cold, marble floor hard, hitting his head shattering his head lamp and also being knocked unconcious. As this happened his other operating partner slowly backed away, letting go of the squirming Toddler.

Cornesh: "Come here...come on."

His fat apendages grasped the naked being under its arms and he lifted it up, bits of blood spilling from its wound.

Surgeon: "Stop this...s-stop...!"

The injured Surgeon was bleeding from his head and begging the creature to stop ruining their proceedings. Ignoring them he proceeded towards the door, the eyes of the child still as black as coal.

Voice: "CORNESH, WVHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Halting in his tracks both he and the infant gasped in a reaction of pure fear. The light from the corridor was suddenly blocked out by a figure of pure hatred. The coller of the creature' overcoat was pointy at the ends and not folded down, thus covering the neck. The garment with such a coller also stretched down to the flooring and thus no other part of the body could be seen.

Cornesh: "S-Si-Sir...they were doing things to the..."

Voice: "I do not give a damn Cornesh. You are interferring again, are you not!? And wvhat wvere my DIRECT orders when i first got promoted?"

Cornesh: "N-Not to interfere, sir."

The figure stepped into the room. Into the view of the other member of the Surgery. The un-injured Surgeon's head turned towards the figure, his lights seemingly giving birth to it from the darkness. It was Janek, although Cornesh didn't need to see his face to know it was him, nor did the child. However doing so in sucha bright light made his greyish face almost young looking.

Janek: "Now...Cornesh, come here...please."

He lifted up a black, gloved hand and beckoned him over. Cornesh' actions suddenly seemed foolish and suicidal and not so heroic or 'right'.

Janek: "Hand him over..."

The child gurgled something that sounded like "Help(!)" but Cornesh had the eyes of Janek penetrating his pressence and so did as the Consultant ordered. The black hand of the child gripped the Scientists white lab coat, unwilling to let go. But Janek solved that problem, he harshly grabbed the child with both hands by the waist and tugged his body towards him.

Janek: "Now, Cornesh. I dont mind you developing your little bonds with the other LAB RATS. However, the black one's...you dont touch...hear me?"

Cornesh: "B..."

Janek: NO CORNESH...NO 'BUTS' , STAY AWAY FROM THIS KIND!!"

His voice, although raised, seemed to be full of knowledge aswell. The Consultant turned the baby and stared at its eyes. They were still black, and with a disgusted tut he threw the child onto the hard ground. Its body hit the flooring, a small squeek erupting from its lungs, making it sound like a squeeky toy.

Janek: "GUARDS!!"

Before Cornesh could act four troops had marched in, kitted out in black kevlar and black helmets with visors covering their face. Their guns were long and sleek, but since Cornesh had never been in the military he did not know of their make. But, to him, the looked truely devastating.
*Rapid Machine gun fire*

Janek: "And that is wvhat wvill happen to ALL of them eventually, Cornesh. Wvith or wvithout your intervening..."

As he said this he put a arm behind Cornesh' back and slowly edged him towards the corridor. Cornesh' face was that of illness and disappointment, the child was bullet ridden. Black blood spurting out of the holes. And forks of electricity dancing around the deceaseds empty shell of a body...Forks of electricity?

(OOC: Any responses to this one?)