7-3W

[scipionyx]

"you need to rotate the title by 180° ....this is how you read it ...it is the beginning of a tattoo."

Chapter 1
7-3W

As Mel opened his eyes he found himself tied loosely on an operating table. His only company was the strong scent of cleaning agent in his nose and a seven legged tiny insect, sitting in the upper right corner of the room.
Mel’s eyes rested on the insect for a while before he lifted his head up and looked around calmly.
This was not one of those operating rooms and it was not one of the laboratories either… It was an empty room with a grey-white ceiling and grey concrete walls. And except for Mel, the operating table, a bright neon lamp and the insect [which was probably not moving because it was dead] -there wasn’t anything inside the room.
“I feel I need to take my medicine.” Mel said to himself emotionless and sank his head down on the table once more, his eyes halfway closed. He felt anxious.
Mel had no idea how he ended up here. He also didn’t know why he had to take his medicine. But if he didn’t take it, they would get very angry again and punish him, like they always do. Mel shuddered trying to suppress that uncomfortable thought.
He laid there for a while staring on a different spot at the ceiling.
It was hard to tell what he was thinking, since his face was all blank and his white eyes, white feather and white skin didn’t reveal any kind of emotions. Instead his pale tall and lanky appearance seemed to be a reflection of the empty room in which he was currently trapped –only in a slightly brighter version.
Solely the dark circles around his eyes seemed to reveal a certain tiredness.

Suddenly he started moving again. He squirmed free from his ties in a few seconds without difficulties.
He jumped to his feet abruptly. From the corner of his eye he noticed the insect flinching in surprise. “Oh you are still alive?” He carefully took it and then hopped from the chunky operating table.
“Don’t bite, or I’ll bite you back.” He said with a calm voice facing the door.

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I'll upload more if I get at least 1 reply

the chapter is actually longer

but I split it into sub-chapters...

this is older it's older than the captured ones... like a prototype for it and the capturers.... i found it in my files recently and really liked it ...and i think i never uploaded it? so i thought why shouldn't i upload it? unfortunately if forgot the plot and.. maybe someone can help me with the story a bit?

[Oddey]

I'm intrigued. I'd like to read some more, but I have no idea what sort of plot you should be writing for it.

[scipionyx]

yeaaah Oddey thanks for the reply!!

& it's ok.. I'll first ...slowly ...post the rest of the first chapters.. and Mel's bio, and some other bio's maybe... then people know a bit more... if anyone else would start reading this xD right now hardly any information is there after all xD

Chapter 1
7-3W

-[ Part II ]-


At the same time, not far away:
“Hm hmpphm mhhhm hm hmh!!*” The Intern stated in panic as he ran after Prof. [ .... Dr. rer. nat. Dr. ....] …] Osmium.
“WHAT?!” Osmium asked sharply and turned out in an instant.
The Intern froze and stared at him. Muffled music from his headphones destroyed the short moment of perfect silence.
Osmium narrowed his eyes. “You… haven’t… seen him today?* -WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”
The Intern shrugged slightly, unable to look the Vykker in the eyes, and stepped backwards not saying a word. Osmium could see the dullness in the Interns pallid eyes, and he didn’t like it.

“How many times did we tell you to watch over SPECIFICALLY THIS TEST SUBJECT?!” The Vykker spread his four arms in anger as he yelled. “What do you think your extra Moolah is for?!” His shrill voice resounded in the corridor drowning out the muffled music from the Interns headphones. “Do you want us to make our tests on you instead?” Osmium shrieked a little out of breath.
The Intern shook his head vehemently. “Hm mh hm hmhm hu hmphm hm hu hmnuhm hphhm…*”
“Who said that?” Osmium started to march forward again, now the destination was his office.
The Intern looked down not sure what to answer Osmium. “…Hmh- ”

“PEPSI!!!” –Unfortunately the hysteric voice of a Vykker even louder than Osmium cut him off.
“Oh great the disturbance of the day arrived.” Osmium mumbled clearly irritated and folded his arms staying still again.
“PEPSI!!! Where is the test subject!?!” The other Vykker eyed Osmium quickly before turning stiffly to the Intern.
“Pepsi! Didn’t I tell you to let Nickel escort the test subject to the other section?!!* Where is he?!! Where is the test subject?!”
“So it was you.” Osmium remarked dryly. “You told Pepsi to let Nickel escort the test subject to your section? –And now test subject 00 is lost somewhere and Nickel disappeared ASWELL?!”
“Shut up! If it weren’t for you, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place!” The other Vykker answered still turning his back at Osmium.
Osmium couldn’t stand the other Vykker. He hated him more than all those incapable imbeciles of Interns together. “I moved him to this section because I KNEW it would happen again! And that is because of YOU!” Osmium shrieked. “You don’t have the slightest authority over your workers! They slack off and waste our Moolah! You are the worst of them all! If it weren’t for the damn contract, I would have kicked you out of my project long ago! –No I wouldn’t even have let you work one second with us! NOT ONE NANOSECOND!!!”
“Hold your tongue!” The other Vykker replied still with his back to Osmium.
-“That’s it! I’ve had enough of you! I’ll summon a gathering!” Osmium yelled back already walking at full speed, almost running. His face had turned a reddish purple from anger.
“Yeah go on and phone them… no one holds you back…” The other Vykker whispered while the smirk on his face grew wider.
“So, where is he? Where have you seen him the last time?” The Vykker asked Pepsi this time in his usual sarcastic tone.

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hope whoever reads this liked it so far 8D
again i need a reply to continue

[Oddey]

I'm loving that you chose Pepsi as a name. Now the only question is what this entire conversation is about. But we'll find out eventually, no doubt.

[Splat]

Yay! Great to see you back again, Sci! I've been away for the weekend so I've only just seen this.

It's interesting. There's not really enough information to know what's going on yet. Hopefully something more will come to light, soon.

I prefer coke...