Attempt no.2 - Internity
Unsurprisingly, my drive to complete my new fanfic was completley abolished after a sizeable break away from my notebook. I also lost intrest in the inital idea as the book was not nearly long enough to make a readable intrest for viewers.
So i have come up with a new idea, based less on my favourite species of mudokon, and more to the warped and twisted world of the Vykkers and the Interns, and the experimentation of the creatures of oddworld.
So here goes Attempt No. 2. If i drift away from this fanfic, then may my head be sown to a large wooden pole, and me be castrated by an elderly frog's wrinkly mouth.
This fanfic may not be suitable for all audiences, so i advise no-one under the age of 13 read it. This obviously is the minority but be warned all who are.
Internity
Prologue
Morph awoke with a start, surging upright in his chair. Well, attempting to surge upright. He blinked several times, trying to allow his eyes to adjust to the light.
The room was dark, and silent.
He tried to sit up again, and then again. It took him three or four seconds to realize he was strapped down, pinned completely against a soft, itchy surface. He looked around the blackened room, but there were no sources of light anywhere, nothing to give him just that smidge of reassurance.
He thought back into his mind, searching for memories which he may have encountered within the past few weeks. There was very little there to be honest. He could vaguely remember his lip's stitches being severed by a Vykker, then there was something else but it was all very iffy and clouded. It was strange, in a way. Morph wasn't particularly absent minded, he knew how to stock something in the weaving paths inside his head which was know as a brain, but at the same he wasn't a master of remembering.
But to forget something after only a few days was rather odd, even by the standards of the mind boggling warped corridors of the Vykker's Labs.
But so much had happened in the past few weeks he was sure of it, (that much he could remember) but what about all of the details and major winding twisting paths which he had taken? Could he have been brainwashed? Or had one of the experiences over the past week shook his brain to the extent of forgetting things as simple as, say, his patient lineup yesterday?
As far as Morph was concerned though, his current status was his main problem. He was stark naked, freezing cold in the middle of an unknown room in an unknown place at an unknown time. And on top of all this it was pitch black. He tried to relax and receive things as they came, hoping that soon something would happen. Morph stopped trying to sit up, and slumped back onto his back. Still he laid there in the darkness, nothing moving, nothing making a sound.
Morph felt around on the surface, which he decided was a material covered table, with his long spindly fingers.
He found two small metal objects which from as far as he could feel, were the source of the straps which were holding him down. He began to mess around with them, pulling and tugging and twisting them with his free arm.
They wouldn't budge.
He took a long deep sigh, sucking in a tremendous amount of air. He let it out with a sudden burst, whilst dropping his arm limply by his side. He continued to lay there, breathing heavily, in and out, until eventually, finally, a light flicked on overhead. He clenched his eyes like a fist, bringing them together tightly as to block out the light, which was incredibly bright. Well, it probably wasn't as bright as he had initially thought but after ten or so minutes in pitch blackness a halogen light blazing into your eyes is as bright as anything you can imagine.
There was another short silence before Morph eventually opened his eyes, and quickly took in his surroundings. Even with his eyes burning and his sight somewhat handicapped, it didn't take him that long to realize that he was in the main surgery, he recognized this because of the high, dome shaped roof and the assorted sizes and shapes of the caged fuzzles surrounding him, who were all staring at him with somewhat evil eyes. Morph looked away, realizing that he had probably contributed to many of the experiments which had made them the crippled, the ugly, the insane, and the starved. The fuzzles were becoming increasingly angered by his presence, and some of them began hurling high toned abuses at him. As well as these there was a work stool, as well as an instrument tray, filled with assorted objects, all gruesome and deadly. One which caught his eye was a rectangular cleaver, splattered with the blood of numerous victims. Most of them his.
"Sooo thought you could do a bit of sneaky treachery eh Morph?" A voice muttered from behind him. Morph twisted his head in an attempt to look and see who was producing the voice. "You can't see me Morph, I’m behind you." It said suddenly.
"Mmmph mpfphm!" Morph spluttered. He stopped suddenly, and to his horror, he realized he couldn't produce any words, none at all, only unintelligible mumbles.
"Yes..." The voice whined, "you may have noticed that your lips have been re-stitched, of course, you must have been expecting that." Morph could just imagine the smirk on the face of the creature, spreading from one side of it's head to another. Morph needn't have imagined for much longer, as suddenly he found a purple wiry figure leaning over him, with a menacing looking syringe in his hand, filled with a gelatinous pale yellow substance. With a wave of sickness, Morph realized what the Vykker was holding in his hand - LidocaineX solution, a genetically enhanced version of the original, only a dozen times stronger. It's purpose was not to relieve pain, but merely to cause it.
Once the solution was injected, Morph's "touch" sense would dramatically become more powerful, making him feel every speck of dirt as if it was a stab wound penetrating his heart.
He shrieked and jerked about on the lab table, making it very difficult for the Vykker to successfully complete the injection. "Hold still you stupid creature." Screamed the Vykker. Morph continued to struggle, eventually beginning to rock the table. The Vykker groaned, before leaning to his left and producing a long metal bar. Without any further ado, he clouted Morph across the head in one brisk, but powerful movement. The world spun and twisted around him, objects melting into one. He attempted to rock the table over, but the
blow had nearly knocked him unconscious. Through his faded and fogged vision he saw the Vykker grinning from one side of his head to the other, in exactly the same fashion as Morph had imagined earlier. "Now that you are still, we can begin!" Cackled the Vykker, giving the syringe a quick squeeze to make sure it was working. "Yes..." He murmured. His gazed switched from the syringe to Morph's carotid artery on the left side of his face. Leaning over his patient, the Vykker stuck the artery into Morph's neck, drawing a long line of blood.
Morph felt the needle slightly, in his dazed state it was more of a pin prick. The Vykker held his position for a little while longer, before drawing away from Morph, and putting the syringe into a small metal box. "So you think doing things behind peoples backs is funny Morph?" Said the Vykker.
He leant down and pressed a small green button stationed on the left side of the table
"Mphfffmfump muffpmuff!" Mumbled Morph.
"Yes, just as I thought." Said the Vykker sarcastically. He leant down and pressed a button stationed on the left side of the operating table. which activated a spring, which flipped Morph around onto his face, so that the Vykker was facing his back. "Well now i'm going to something behind your back!" It squealed.
From where he was laid, Morph could only see the hard, mucky concrete floor three feet below him, and the splattered blood of recent patients. Behind him, the Vykker leant down and from behind a small box, he produced a marker pen. "Now..." He started, "You shall not be completely useless. In fact, you will be a big help! Your contribution to the Vykker cause will benefit many!" He snapped off the lid of the marker and leant forward, close to Morph's right ear. "Well," he whispered, "your kidneys will benefit many!" He suddenly moved away from Morph's ear, leaving the words he had just spoken to rattle around his patient's head. He paused momentarily, before beginning drawing a long black line across Morph's back, to mark out his incision points. Morph wailed in pain, the sound unable to burst through his close wired stitches across his mouth. He couldn't ever have imagined the pain caused by the LidocaineX solution, the searing heat which sparked through his body was like a train ramming into his spine. The Vykker finally completed his drawing, before stepping back to examine his work. Morph panted heavily, welcoming the pause like it was his last moment alive. Well, as far as Morph knew it could be! "Hmmmm. Enjoy that Morph?" Sniggered the Vykker. Morph raised his head slightly, just enough to see the Vykker pottering about with his tools. He had stuffed the pen away back into the box which he had produced it from, now Morph could just see him picking a scalpel from an array of menacing looking knives.
"Mnf. Mphffmnf!" He gasped, before dropping his head back down.
"Hehehe." Chuckled the Vykker cruelly, eying up his scalpel, "Yes... but guess what Morph? Now comes the painful part!"
ABM
Last edited by alf's brother's mate; 08-19-2008 at 08:15 AM..
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I would post the next chapter in my story but my cousin is at my house 