Growing up; Teens

[Jacob]

*Setting: Computer terminals and LEDs blinked gently. Small beeps were emitted from random machines and Drs, Researchers, Psychologists and Scientists all stood at different terminals and screens. Monitering the progress of their special, yet costly, experiment. In the middle of the room was a large reinforced glass box, it stretched from the floor to the ceiling and took up most of the room. Three small steps led closer to the glass. Inside the container were five Orkhid teenagers, their age approximatly 14. They were each dressed in black skin-tight suits with their corresponding number on the back of them in red. Four of the five looked relativly normal. Their hair and eye colour dark and their skin pale. However, the fifth, the female, was completly the opposite. Her hair was golden blonde and her eyes a piercing blue. She was Aisha. The only one in the room with an, unofficial, name. The others were merely numbers. She sat in the corner of the glass compartment, watching the others talk amongst themselves. The inside of the glass prison was illuminated with white light from both the floor and ceiling and the glass was one way. Making sure the teenagers only see their reflections and nothing on the outside. Aisha sighed and tucked her legs under her chin and then wrapping her arms around them. She was tired and hungry. The training that she was recieving was beginning to get harder, but she knew that she would have to try her best. Cornesh had told her that if she didn't it would give the Scientists at the top an excuse to kill her. Resting her chin on her knees she watched the other Orkhids in the compartment, knowing that they'd be treat better just because of their appearance. Closing her eyes she pleaded with any deity that would listen, she pleaded to be turned into one of them or to be killed...*

Janek: "How is the progress coming along...?"

He stood at the entrance of the large metallic doors, the two guards who were guarding the door merely stared straight ahead, knowing the Consultant had no need to speak to them and thus wasnt. Gracefully Janek stepped down the steps, his long, black coat dragging along them as he did so, as he reached the bottom his eyes immediatly went to the container and the creatures inside. To answer his question the nearest Doctor stepped upto him, he was wearing a white coat with black trousers and had stubble growing on his chin. Holding a three page file on the creatures he quickler handed it to Janek and explained, nervously, to him what it was.

Doctor: "T-These are the latest reports, sir. A-As you can s-see the female, she's become more and more isolated from the males..."

Flicking through the pages and scanning the contents Janek nodded and cooed.

Janek: "Gooood. Wvhen wvas their last training exercise??"

He turned to the Doctor, his grey eyes piercing the Doctors who then began to stutter as he tried to remember the exact time.

Doctor: "Erm...I-I think around three...three."

The Consultant slowly sauntered down the three steps that took him closer to the container. He peered in, watching the four males interact.

Janek: "And how did they do...?"

Doctor: "Err...let...let me just go get the files, sir."

Janek turned his head and snarled.

Janek: "Give me a brief summary, wvho wvas the best and wvho wvas the wvorst...??"

Once again this put the Doctor on the spot and as he tried to think a female Psychologist answered for him, her black hair tyed back in a red bobble, her eyes a dark brown. She spoke softly and clearly.

Psychologist: "O3 was the worst...He became nervous and fumbled constantly, even being beaten by that...that thing."

She cast her eyeline over to Aisha. Her voice was full of hatred and anger as she mentioned her. Sighing Janek turned back around and scratched the back of his bald head.

Janek: "Do you think he wvill ever improve? In your professional opinion...?"

She, too, sighed and shook her head slowly.

Psychologist: "He's a liability and should thus be disposed of to make way for the creatures that can aid us..."

He gently nodded and turned to two Doctors whom were sat infront of a large terminal that was situated towards the back of the room and partially hidden in shadow. The large terminal itself showed each of the teenagers vital signs and was capable of interfering with the nanobots in their bloodstream and thus capable of killing them, painfully at that. The Doctors typed rapidly and selected the teenager whom was going to be extinguished.

***

Inside the room all was well, the four males were talking amongst themselves and discussing how well they believed they did in the past exercise. But as they did they noticed something off with their companion. He was rubbing his head and blood was beginning to drip from his nose. This was the first time that this had ever occured and thus worried the creatures inside, even Aisha who was now making her way over to the scene.

O3: "M-My head...It...AHHGRRR!!"

He clutched it and staggered back into the glass wall. His eyes had turned completly black now and he was growling and snarling like a beast caught in a Beartrap. His mouth opened showing his teeth gritting with a shocking force. His long canines on his lower and upper jaw began to crack with the pressure as did his other teeth. Blood seeped from his left eye and his body began to spasm and as it spasmed the third time, his back cracked and he died. The other three males stepped back in shock whilst Aisha crouched down next to him and caressed his face with the back of her hand.

Tannoy: "Step away from the body. I repeat, step away from the body."

Reluctantly she did so, worried that the same fate might be awaiting her...

Tannoy: "Will remaining O's please make their way to the back of the room and away from the body."

Once again they obeyed and watched as a compartment in the glass wall opened up and two guards dragged the teenagers corpse out of the room, expecting them to forget the incident they had just witnessed...

Useful links'
Experimentational Embryo's...
Growing up; Babies
Growing up; Toddlers
Growing up; Pre-teens

(OOC: Feedback would be appreciated as would tips on how to improve on this one, due to the fact that this is one of the bigger stories that goes on for, like, ever.)

[Fez]

this is cooool!

[Jacob]

*Setting: Once again the scene goes back to the gym-like room in which the children participated in fencing. This time they're learning hand-to-hand combat and all are practicly experts due to the fact they've been doing such training from the age of 8. All of the teenagers are dressed in a sleeveless black shirts and skin tight black leggings. They wear no shoes and brandish no weapons. The origial number of 30 had been quickly reduced to 23. Many of the defected Orkhids had been killed off at the beginning whilst the remaining ones had been chosen to be experiments for new Biological and Chemical weapons. Instead of numerous training throughout the large room, there was just one fight going on. Whomever won the fight then had to battle the next teenager in line and thus went on like that until all teenagers had sparred. Whilst waiting for a battle to end, the participants would sit against the wall and watch, hoping that when they were called up they could defeat the challenger. The personel involved in the project were, once again, watching from the other side of the room, behind their metal barrier. They took notes on speed, agility and prowess. As well as strength and tactical approach. Currently sparring was Zakk and Ryan. Ryan was tall and athletic, his eyes were blue and his hair a dark shade of Purple. Stubble was beginning to grow on his chin, showing his maturity. He rolled back his broad shoulders and flexed his arm muscles. The females who were awaiting to take part all starred at him, admiring his physique and fantasizing about going out with him. He stepped upon the blue mat and clenched and unclenched his fists. Zakk looked him up and down, he was nothing compared to Ryan and knew that he would have to win to impress the Scientists and, potentially, other fighters. Scratching his black hair he psyched himself up mentally and then stepped forwards, initiating the battle. At first he didn't want to fight, didn't want to risk the chance of being beaten, but as Ryan attempted to grab his coller he realised he had to and threw a right hook. The punch hit Ryans left arm and knocked it off center. Taking this opportunity to strike, Zakk then hurled some more punches. The opponant smirked and quickly dodged them, jumped backwards and then span around, initiating a high kick. His heel connected with Zakks head and sent him hurtling to the ground...*

Aisha: "Go Ryan!! Hehehe"

She clapped and cheered him on. Jaques sat next to her smiled uncomfortably, somewhat jealous, but nontheless joined in with the clapping. Ryan turned to them and smiled.

Ryan: "Not much competition though, eh?"

Down the line other girls began to cheer for him, hoping to get abit of his attention sent their way. They didn't. Grunting awkwardly Zakk began to climb to his feet once again, he was abit dazed but ready to wipe the smile off of his opponants face. Running forward and diving Zakk attempted to Rugby tackle Ryan to the floor, but the sturdy teenager never even rocked on his feet as Zakk rammed into him and then attempted to lift him up. Smiling cockily Ryan knee'd the attacker in his stomach and forced him to let go of his legs, he then grasped his hair with his right hand and held his head up whilst taking his left hand back and clenching it. Zakk looked at the fist that was going to floor him and panicked. Seeing his opportunity he kicked out, making contact with Ryans groin and instantly subdueing him. He let go of Zakks hair and doubled over, coughing, smiling Zakk then stepped back and kicked Ryan in the throat, sending him falling backwards and gagging for air.

Zakk: "Heh, bring it on, bitch..."

He stepped upto his curled up, choking challenger and began to put the boot in. Kicking his back and spine and stamping the side of his head. As soon as this began Aisha stood up and ran towards Zakk, but although he had his back to her he strangely knew she was coming towards him and span around, backhanding her instantly and sending her falling to the right.

Zakk: "Thtay out of it."

Low growls came from the awaiting fighters, knowing that he had done an underhand thing to achieve success. They wanted to stand up and rush him but knew there would be consequences. Regardless, Jaques still stood and walked calmly towards him, Aisha slowly picked herself up and starred menacingly. Her mouth slowly opened in a low growl, brandishing her Dog like K9's which, like all the teenagers who were involved in the project, were Vampiric like and oversized.

Aisha: "Your going to regret that..."

Jaques: "Your out of order, Zakk. You know that what you did was underhanded..."

Zakk smiled and shrugged.

Zakk: "Tho? You think i care? I won. You two are jutht wound up coth your blimp of a boyfriend ithn't around nomore. He tired of you coth you wathn't giving him any..."

Aisha lunged forwards and grasped his neck, pushing her thumbs down on his Adams apple.

Aisha: "It wasnt like that you little f*ck, and you know it..."

Stumbling backwards he grasped her wrists and then kicked her in the stomach, she doubled over and then fell to her knees. Coughing.

Zakk: "Dont i...?"

Raising his foot he prepared to stamp her head but was immediatly discouraged by Jaques.

Jaques: "I wouldn't do that if i were you...These lot may obey the Scientists but, as you can see, i dont and im just waiting for an excuse to kill you..."

Scientist: "BACK IN LINE, NOW!! O9 AND O4 GET OFF THE MAT!! O15 GET HIM OFF THE MAT AND PREPARE FOR THE NEXT FIGHTER!!"

O9 and O4 were Jaques and Aisha. O15 was Zakk. Ryan was still curled up in a foetal position with a bleeding nose and halting the proceedings. Two Doctors were making their way over to the injured creature, carelessly. After all, the teenagers were only experiments and could easily be replaced.

Psychologist: "They seem to have a strong need to stand up for their own...one would have thought this was promising."

He whispered in the ear of the Scientist who had just directed the orders. The Scientist raised his hand infront of his mouth and replied.

Scientist: "What are you saying? O4 is a walking infection. Janek is only keeping her alive until she reaches the final stage..."

Psychologist: "Still, she seems to be very determined...she would be a good Soldier. As would O9..."

The Scientist shuffled in his seat and turned his attention to Zakk's next opponant as he spoke.

Scientist: "True, but O15 is the best fighter upto now...He came top in fencing and is doing well in hand-to-hand so far...If he carries on like this Sykes is sure to get a shitload of praise."

The Psychologist chuckled and crossed his legs as he watched the next fight, awaiting to see the outcome...

[Jacob]

*Setting: The Research and Army personel argued amongst themselves. They were in a meeting to discuss the final development of the B-Orkhids. The room they were situated in was long and contained a table capable of seating 10 members. The main Research personel was there, including Janek, Sykes, Fosters, Maine and Silak. Other personel included army officials, such as the General of the base, General Flor and Lieutenant Michail. But, strangely, they were joined by Cornesh. The overweight Orkhid whom had formed a close bond with the defect Aisha and befriended the rest of the children. The argument was about whether the children should be allowed to train up in the Army base which was situated above the underground Labs. Flor, Michail and Cornesh all wanted the children to be allowed to the surface, whilst Janek and the other personel directly involved in the project, argued it would be too dangerous and that they could escape if they wanted. Silak, whom was the first Consultant, was listening to both arguments and then in the end going to form a decision. Whether it be fair or not...*

Janek: "Dont be so ridiculous!! Of course our Labs are safe and secure, more so than your silly, little, gun-totting base!!"

Janek slammed a black gloved fist onto the polished wooden table in annoyance.

Flor: "Yes, im sure. Because its so heavily guarded and all(!)"

Flor was dressed in a black, latex-like suit, which matched his black hair appropiatly, and had a scar across his left cheek. His greyish face had craters covering it, which was an indication that he suffered severe acne at an early age. He crossed his legs and rested back on the brown, leather seat. Michail stood behind him obeidiantly. He was dressed in a black and red uniform, the main fabric black and the seams red.

Janek: "So wvhat if wve dont have as many guards as this facility. You need a security clearance to take a f*cking piss, let alone get to the surface...thats how secure it is, they wvont escape from the Labs and you know it..."

His gray eyes darted to Cornesh and the General. Settling on Cornesh and giving him a stare so intense it could shatter mirrors.

Cornesh: "But the children need fresh air, need scenery. They're kids, they need to develop in a proper envi..."

Sykes: "They are subjects to be poked...prodded...cut open and studied. They are NOT children. They are designed to kill. Like an Ant Colony has its workers, builders and Soldiers...so do we!! THEY are going to be the new Soldiers!! Possibly even Assassins..."

He barked these words out as he interrupted Cornesh. Fosters and Maine had remained quiet so far and were seated patiently in their seats opposite the General and Cornesh. Janek slowly walked around to the water dispenser and picked up a plastic white cup, filled it with water and then sipped it. Resting his back on the wall.

Flor: "And you expect the children to learn how to be Assassins, to be Soldiers, to fight when they're surrounded by thinkers...!?"

He cameback with a good point and smirked softly as he did so.

Sykes: "They have shown remarkable combat skills already, surpassing anything this, or any other, military has to offer in terms of combat...hand to hand and melee weapon based."

Flor: "You lie. How could thinkers possibly train children up to be fighters when they dont take part in such training themselves..."

Taking another sip of his water, Janek stared at Michail before answering the question.

Janek: "Your forgetting, these children are not normal Orkhids. They were created to fight, they have chips in their head that make them learn 5 times as fast as Orkhids themselves..."

With the Researchers winning the argument, Silak raised his hand, hushing the debaters. He was dressed in a grey suit and had his light-brown hair combed to one side. His hazel eyes looked at both sides of the table.

Silak: "Dr Fosters, Dr Maine...you have remained quiet, do you have anything more to add?"

Nudging his partner, Doctor Fosters encouraged Maine to proposition the General with a deal he and Maine had just quietly discussed.

Maine: "Yes. It seems as if alot of hostility is flying across the table at us because we will not allow the General to see the children at this stage in the experiment. However, me and my good friend, and collegue, here have been discussing possibilities and decided that, when the children reach the final stage, they should be moved upto the base for short amounts of time and trained by Soldiers...Of course, by this time all of the children chosen will be of high standard and, if all goes to plan, flawless..."

Sykes coughed, shocked by what his collegues, whom were working for him, had just suggested.

Sykes: "WHAT!? HOW...HOW...I FOUNDED THIS REA..."

Silak: "QUIET. General, do you accept?"

Leaning into the Generals ear, Cornesh whispered something that made the Orkhid male chuckle. Leaning forward and then looking at Janek he nodded.

Flor: "Yes, i accept. On the condition that Cornesh goes to the Labs and makes sure there is no foul play afoot. For instance stating that the children have been "killed" when they're merely being hidden..."

This proposition obviously disturbed Janek whom had banned Cornesh from ever going near the Labs again for obvious reasons. Cornesh usually wouldn't have took any notice but when Janek threatened the life of Aisha and other children, he realised he could not take any chances.

Janek: "Dont be ridiculous. That bulbous fool wvill almost certainly interfere...that is wvhy i forbid him from going down in the first place...he treat them like real children..."

Cornesh: "They are. Until they reach the final stage they are normal children..."

He looked deep into Janeks cold eyes as he said this. Subconciously challenging his authority.

Silak: "Are you sure there is nobody else you would like to give that job to...?"

Shaking his head the General responded. He knew that this would put him in good stead for training the children and would also piss Janek off immensly. And with the decisions made and Cornesh allowed back in the Labs once more, the meeting was over and all personel allowed to get back to what they were previously doing...

(OOC: Information on Silak, Fosters, Sykes, Janek and Maine can be found in previous stories...)

[Jacob]

*Setting: The Scientists sat watching the second batch of teenagers talk amongst themselves. Once again they were confined in a reinforced glass prison and isolated from the outside world until they had to train. This observation room was the second of six that were scattered througout the underground base. All were guarded with a mass array of hidden, automated turrets that were automaticly activated when an intruder breaches the room, these were then backed up with some of the most well-trained guards the facility had. In the second room were two males and two females. One of the males was Ryan, he was sat in a corner talking with the group and making offensive jokes about Zakk. The two females giggled flirtaciously with him, eager to impress, whilst the male sat back on his hands and listened. Sometimes joining in, in the conversation. Outside of the glass prison the Scientists monitered their behaviour, intrigued by their steady progress. Sykes was one of these Scientists...*

Sykes: "And no sign of any disorders? Diseases? Unwanted characteristics?"

He stood watching in his white Lab coat. His arms crossed. He asked these questions in a hushed whisper, not turning his head towards the Doctor in question.

Doctor: "Nope. Upto now they seem fine, showing all the normalities of a normal Orkhid..."

Sykes slowly nodded and smiled, pleased by this. He figured that he would be successful if at least a quater of the teenagers got through to the final stages without showing any signs of disease, handicap or homosexuality. All frowned upon by the Orkhid race. A quiet beeping blipped on one of the moniters to the back of the room. The Doctor whom was stood near Sykes quietly jogged upto it and pressed the 'recieve' button. The black screen which stated 'Message waiting from Research centre' in white writing dispersed and the distraught face of an Orkhid medical staff came on screen. His nose seemed to be broken and gushing with blood, his green, bulbous eyes watered as he spoke in a frantic fashion. Rubbing his hands through his black hair he looked at the screen and shouted his message...

Researcher: "GET THE GUARDS DOWN HERE NOW!! WE NEED BACKUP!! ONE OF THE SUBJECTS HAS GONE BALLISTIC!! PLEASE, HURRY!!"

Turning his head as he heard the message Sykes took interest. He quickly moved towards the moniter and looked at it, his face deep in thought.

Sykes: "Send the guards down there. Tell them to restrain, NOT kill..."

The Doctor nodded and ran to the guards that were guarding the entrance, jogging up the steps as quietly as he could he alerted them to the commotion further down in the base. They nodded, awaiting for the large doors to open and then took off down the corridor, towards the stairs...

***
Moments Earlier:
*Setting: Quietly and with no fuss Aisha was led down the corridor of the Research centre. Her blonde hair draped infront of her eyes, she held her head low and made no effort to antagonise the two guards behind and infront of her. She was dressed in her skintight suit and wearing black slippers. The guards were suited up in their usual combat atire, except this time, and possibly for extra safety, they wore Helmets with their visors down. They carried Carbine Rifles, their gloved fingers gripping them tightly. The AIDS ridden female kept her hands by her sides, she didn't want to give them a reason to kill her, and she already knew that most of the staff wanted her dead, due to her disease. As she was marched down the long winding corridors of the Lab she noticed Scientists pushing themselves up against the wall, as if afraid that, they too, would catch what she had. Finally they came to a stop outside an electronic door with a small, round window situated around head height. As the door opened Aisha noticed a brown, leather, Dentists chair in the center of the room. The arms and footrests of the chair were equipped with leather straps and metallic cuffs, pressumably to restrain the seated. A push from one of the guards behind her sent her staggering into the room and to the greetings of two Doctors. One was stood near a sink towards the right of the room, he was washing his hands and soaping them up. The other was stood to the left of the room and infront of two large metal cabinets. The one washing his hands had black hair, stubble around his chin and pure green eyes. He turned on the cold water faucet and rinsed his hands before turning around and smiling at her.*

Doctor: "Ahh, hello."

He smiled welcomingly and waved his hand to the chair.

Doctor: "Take a seat..."

She slowly made her way to the chair and sat down on it, sliding her legs over the leather surface and lying down.

Doctor: "I'm Doctor Calahan and this is my associate Doctor Feeder."

She turned her head to the second Doctor. He was older looking, his hair grey and his face full of wrinkles. His eyes were a shade of hazel. And his nose long and hooked. He smiled at her as he was introduced and held up his hand in a half-assed wave. The two guards who were behind her positioned themselves near the door with their back to the walls and their guns pointed straight at her. The other two guards were outside, guarding either side of the door. Stepping towards Aisha, Doctor Feeder grasped her forearm and held it down. He wrapped the leather strap around her wrist, weaved it through a buckle at the bottom of the armrest and then tightened it, much like you would do with a belt. He then cuffed her it to the armrest, for a better sense of safety. As he did this Doctor Calahan did the same on the otherside, only when they had done the arms did they then restrain the legs. Making sure they were restrained slightly opened.

Calahan: "Dont worry, we have to do this with all of you, heh, precautionary and all..."

She shifted uncomfortably. Suspicious of why he, a normal Orkhid was being nice to her...an AIDS victim and classed as a lower lifeform by all of his kind. He turned to the two guards.

Calahan: "You can leave now, thankyou."

He smiled at them and awaited for them to go. They didn't.

Guard: "We have been ordered to stay with the subjects throughout the process. Just incase anything goes wrong."

Cracking his neck the second Doctor spoke up.

Feeder: "It wont, she's restrained and not even her kind can break out of the restraints, trust us, they've tried. And if anything does go wrong...we'll use the Comms unit over there. We're only taking blood anyway...what could go wrong??"

His voice was firm and convincing. And as the guards looked to the small, flat box on the wall that was the Comms unit they pondered over the prospect, but in the end did not shift from their position.

Calahan: "Think of it this way, if you dont go...we wont go through with the process...and considering Janek dislikes all Soldiers im sure he would have no qualms with putting you back on the field, in danger, in the harsh enviroment..."

His smile turned from that of a sweet natured man to that of a devious bastards. The guards shifted uneasily, knowing that, that would be the case if Janek got wind of this.

Guard: "Well...dont blame us if anything goes awry..."

Bitter at being ordered about by Doctors they stepped out of the room and took their position with the other two guards, the door closing securely behind them. Calahan sighed, muttering the word 'finally' as he reached into his Lab coat and brought out a Syringe full of a white substance. Aisha looked up at him, her eyebrows narrowing.

Aisha: "Whats that? I thought this was just a routine bloodtest..."

Feeder laughed and stroked her hair.

Feeder: "Oh, it is. But we've also been told to have a little fun with certain chosen subjects...heh..."

He smirked and looked towards Calahan who, also, was smirking.

Calahan: "Heh, dont worry...you'll be out in no time."

As he said this Feeders hand which was previously stroking her hair ventured down to her breast and started fondling it. She looked up at him and snarled.

Aisha: "Remove your hand...now."

He pursed his lips and shushed hair, now rubbing his groin as he rubbed her. She growled again and then shouted out to the guards outside.

Calahan: "They wont hear you, we're in a soundproof room...heh..."

He grabbed ahold of her hair and pulled her head back, forced the needle into her neck and injected the fluid into her.

Calahan: "You might want to try and not move once you recover, that anthesetic tends to do some damage to the internal organs once its done its stuff. And moving will only make it go around your system quicker..."

He pulled the needle out and threw it into the sink without caring if it smashed or not. Then he too began to molest her. He placed his hand on her inner thigh and caressed it, her body tensed and she tried to struggle.

Calahan: "Shhhh, it will be over soon...just let the anthesetic work its magick."

*Setting: And thats when she snapped. As Calahan leant in and licked her cheek something in her surged. An unknown power that took ahold of her. Feeders hand slowly began to unzip the top of her black, skinlike suit and it was now apparent they were going to rape her. She knew she had to escape and as she watched Feeder pleasure himself, her eyes blackened. The veins in her eyes exploded, black blotches emerged and devoured the whites of her eye and the blueness of her Iris. The entirity of her eyes were black. Feeder looked down at her, bemused, as she stared up at him with intense hatred. Her low growl now warning him to back off. But he didn't, his fingers still unzipped her and Calahan was now touching her genitalia. However, as they continued with their violation of her body, they failed to notice her nails expanding. Her nail follicles seemed to grow at an alarming rate. Stopping when they were half an inch longer. Gritting her teeth she attempted to break free of the restraints, her right arm tensed and she forced it upwards, pushing against the metal and leather.
*SHNAP*
Finally she broke free, sending the metal and leather flying to the floor, as she cast her arm up and hit Feeder in the stomach. The shocked Doctor doubled over and was then backhanded in the face, sending him staggering backwards in to the cabinets behind him. Calahan looked at her in pure shock, sitting up she raised her, now clawed, hand in the air and brought it down sharply, growling as she did so. However, he quickly brought his hands up and instead of having his face clawed had the palm of his hands scratched instead. Her nails digging in deep and etching their trace along his palm. He screamed and fell backwards, scrambling backwards to the door. Her teeth gritted she then released her other arm, snapping the restraints like plastic forks. After both arms were released she went and got her legs free. Swinging them around and off of the seat. Her feet touched the white marble floor on Feeders side of the room. He was slowly climbing to his feet, his eyes eyeing Aisha up nervously.*

Feeder: "Hey, dont do this, eh? We...we were told to do it...we were told to make your kind feel like shi..."

Aisha: "My kind?"

She snarled, zipping up her bodysuit as she did so. She stepped forwards calmly, although seething with anger. That was when he realised he could not talk his way out of the situation and resorted to screaming for help.

Aisha: "Heh, soundproof doors..."

Saying this she lunged through the air, wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her claws into his back. Her black eyes looked deep into his and her mouth opened, bearing her K9's, leaning in she then sunk them into his neck, seering through the skin and forcing him to spurt blood out into the air. His pupils shrank to little specks as he tried to force her off, but to no avail. He slumped against the cabinets and then slowly slid down them, all the time Aisha draining him of his essence. Meanwhile Calahan had stood up, rushed to the door and shouted for the guards to help him. They rushed in, their guns cocked and ready for action, barking out orders to the feeding girl. She stood and turned. Calahan pushed himself up against the wall, awaiting for the girl to be restrained.

Guard: "GET DOWN!! GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR, NOW!!"

She raised her hands in the air and walked towards him, his gun pointed to her head and he barked the orders out again. Becoming increasingly nervous when she made no attempt to obey. He was going to shoot, but as his trigger finger itched and gently pulled on the trigger she span around and kicked out, knocking his gun to the right just as he pulled the trigger. Bullets sprayed out, hitting two of the guards in the room, killing one and injuring the other. Their black blood sprayed their markings on the white surfaces of the room. After knocking his gun out of the way, Aisha then kicked him quickly in the chest. Forcing him backwards into the fourth guard behind him. Calahan squeeled fearfully and crouched to the ground, holding his arms infront of his face. She smirked, reaching down she grasped his coller and pulled him to his feet. Her mouth opened and as she was about to bite into him, the clicking of a cocked gun alerted her to the injured guard. He was climbing to his feet, holding onto the chair for balance he brought out his 9mm, as his Carbine rifle was too heavy for him to hold with one hand. Aisha growled, headbutted Calahan, shattering his nose, and then lunged for the guards hand. She grabbed it graciously and proceeded to twist it around until he dropped the gun. He groaned as she carried on twisting it, only stopping when she heard the splintering of his bones. He screamed out and fell to the ground in agony. The other two guards were now beginning to climb to their feet so quickly she rushed them, taking them down in a flurry of punches and kicks, oblivious to Calahan using the Comms system.

Calahan: "Video message. Direct Link. All Observation rooms."

He quickly and quietly told the computer what format the message was. If it was a direct link or recorded one and were abouts it should be sent. He then awaited for a response. Within seconds there was one and before the Doctor had time to speak Calahan was requesting help.

Calahan: "GET THE GUARDS DOWN HERE NOW!! WE NEED BACKUP!! ONE OF THE SUBJECTS HAS GONE BALLISTIC!! PLEASE, HURRY!!"

He turned his head around to see were she was, only to see her feasting on another guard. She was bent over, her legs on either side of the body as she held it up by the coller of its kevlar jacket and drank from its torn open neck. Standing she stretched out and let out a dark, sinister snarl. Her neck cracked softly and she then turned her attention to Calahan.

Aisha: "Your turn..."

She stepped forwards, wobbling slightly. She snorted. Shaking her head as a heavy feeling dropped upon her, like she was carrying 1000 tonnes. Her legs jittered softly, before buckling beneathe her. A yawn escaped her mouth, her eyelids dropped and finally she flopped forwards, unconcious. The anthesetic had finally taken hold of her, and for Calahan, this was just in the nick of time...

(OOC: Immensly long i know, but it paves the way for future chapters. Any comments?)

[Fez]

this is great jacob!

[Jacob]

*Setting: The Doctors looked nervously at each other as they watched over the body of Doctor Feeder. They were situated on a Hospital ward which was situated inside the Army base topside. Feeder was barely alive and had moniters attached to him, indicating his Heart rate. The curtains around his bed were closed and two Doctors were stood at either side of his bed. Feeder's neck was bandaged up and had some gauze placed were his neck wound was. He was naked, aside from his grey boxers which were concealed under the white bedsheet which was pulled upto his waist. The Doctors had sent for a DNA test a while ago, making sure that the injured Doctor was AIDS ridden and thus rendered completly useless before they carried on with any other plans. The whole facility who knew about the incident knew that Feeder would have contracted AIDS. It was impossible not to. But Orkhid management wanted to be sure that he had. In the unlikely case that he hadn't then they would keep him alive and await for him to recover. If he didn't show signs of recovery in 2-3 months they would kill him themselves and harvest his organs for transplants for other Orkhid personel. The clicking of shoes on the marbel floor echoed from the entrance of the ward. Looking at each other the two Doctors knew that the person coming would have the results. As the footsteps drew nearer the first Doctor stepped from the cover of the curtains and approached the messenger. His hair was dark brown and his eyes green. He was clean shaven and had a longish face. He was wearing the typical Doctors clothes, white coat, black trousers etc. As he cast his glance towards the sound he saw the Receptionist, she had red hair and had it up in a bun. Her dark brown eyes sparkled in the bright lights of the ward, as did her overly glossed red lips. She wore a flowery top and green skirt, which clashed severely with her red shoes. In her hand she held a sealed, white envelope. She smiled flirtaciously at the Doctor as she handed it to him, he took it anxiously and quickly dived back into the curtains. Looking fearfully at the other Doctor residing in there. His hair was also dark brown, but his eyes were hazel and his skin darker. He also had stubble on his face and a more squashed face on a whole.*

Doctor #2: "Well...?"

He looked at his partner, awaiting for him to open the envelope. Slowly he did so, tearing the flap quickly and nervously. He then slowly produced a white piece of paper with the results on. His eyes quickly scanned the computer printed writing. Once. Twice. Making sure he had read it correctly. He then slowly nodded and sighed.

Doctor #1: "Yup, he's positive..."

There was an air of disappointment in the small confinds. The first Doctor scrumpled up the results and threw them in a tin bin next to the bed. He then reached towards the moniter, flicking a small red switch. It blinked gently before flicking off. The Doctors then drew back the curtains and stepped onto the main floor of the ward, heading towards the exit. As they approached the double doors three guards heavily kitted out stepped onto the ward and made their way towards them. The Doctors knew what they wanted immediatly after seeing them.

Doctor #1: "Thats another for the incinerator..."

He spoke professionally and yet reluctantly. Turning his head briefly he took one last look at Feeder before the guards took him away to be destroyed...

***

*Setting: Calahan looked around the room nervously. He was in Silaks office, awaiting questioning about the past incident. The office was relativly large. Four bookshelves lined the walls, two on each side. These were filled with books, magazines, ornaments and replica artefacts. At the back walls of the room were three cupboards, all with glass doors. All were filled with awards and certificates and such, all praising Silak for his past work prior to becoming a Consultant. His desk and chair were situated infront of these glass cabinets, his chair was nothing more than a silver swivel one with black cusions. The desk was made from wood and topped with papers, documents and writing equipment. A gold Trophy stood proudly on the front corner of the desk, it was a simple sculpture of an Orkhid male pointing towards the sky, the plaque which stated why Silak got this award was facing away from Calahan and thus he couldn't read it. On the edge of the desk was a golden plaque which stated whom the office belonged to. On it, in black was the name 'J.E.Silak' followed by the smaller word 'Consultant'. Calahan sat with his hands between his thighs and his thighs clamped shut. His nose had stopped bleeding and was abit bent out of shape. His clawed hand had, had time to heal over. Thankfully with all the commotion over Feeder and how severe his wound actually was he was able to avoid getting tested for AIDS. Doing such a thing meant telling staff members whom asked, that he had already taken the test. And then telling others he was going to take it. Basically lying to the staff that he knew wouldn't speak to each other, not for a while anyway. Lifting his right arm up he tilted his hand so he could see the palm. The skin was beginning to join back up, leaving a paler slash across the surface. It had been 3 and a half hours since the attack and he figured that by the next day all traces of the cut would be non-existant. Then he could, hopefully, try and lead his life normally again. Although secretly he knew he could never return to normality, not when he knew he was contaminated. His mind began to drift into thought, only stopping when Silak entered the room. Quickly he put his hand back between his thighs and awaited for the Consultant to take his seat and begin the meeting.*

Silak: "Alistair Calahan, i presume..."

He stepped around Calahan and made his way to his chair. Sitting down slowly as he did so. He was wearing a white medical jacket with silver buttons. Calahan nodded meakly.

Calahan: "Y-Yes sir."

Leaning forwards Silak placed his hands on the desk, interlinking his fingers and staring straight at Calahan. Seemingly studying his body language.

Silak: "So. What happened?"

He asked inquisitivly, getting to the point immediatly. Intrigued by the Researchers side of the story. Calahan knew what he meant without asking. Inhaling deeply, he prepared to tell his side of things.

Calahan: "Well...me and Dr Feeder were preparing to take the blood of the child. But as we approached her with the needle, she began to get a little irrate. I was going to stop and take the test some other way, but Dr Feeder told me that she was restrained and that we might as well do it that way, with the needle. Anyway, as i continued she broke out...viciously attacking us...it was...awful."

Silak nodded wearily and sat back.

Silak: "Yes. And where were the guards at this point? I'm sure they could have restrained her..."

Calahan: "Ermm...they...they had left the room. We didn't know why...and didn't bother asking. They...they just did."

The Consultant nodded gently and then asked his next question.

Silak: "What about you? Were you injured or harmed at all, by her?"

Slowly Calahan shook his head. Keeping his right hand out of sight.

Silak: "What about you nose?"

Calahan: "Oh, oh no. This happened when i was pushed out of the way by the guards...i-i stumbled and fell into the wall. Heh. Clumsyness...the bane of my life."

He chuckled nervously. The room had seemingly got hotter and sweat was beginning to form in his underarms. He could feel it trickling down his sides. His mouth began to dry out, he found himself constantly licking his lips.

Silak: "Hmm. Ok. Tell me, did you provoke her in anyway? Even in the slightest?"

Again Calahan shook his head from side to side slowly. Knowing for a fact that he did.

Silak: "Ok. What about injecting her with any foreign substances? Or feeding her anything that could cause her harm?"

Calahan: "Erm...n-no. Dr Feeder did manage to inject some anaesthetic into her as she attacked him though..."

The interviewer nodded, running his hands through his hair.

Silak: "Ok, that'll be all. I may want to interview you some time in the future...so, keep your plans flexible."

Calahan slowly stood to his feet. His palms were soaked in sweat and he continuously rubbed them on his black trousers.

Calahan: "T-Thankyou, sir. And...and i will. Goodbye."

Silak nodded Calahan a 'goodbye' and watched as he quickly left his office...

***

*Setting: Quickly he closed the door shut. He was relieved that the ordeal was over, but knew he was nowhere in the clear. Backing away from the Consultants door he rested his back against the beige wall. Sweat was seeping off of him and he silently prayed that Silak didn't notice...*

Voice: "Alistair..."

Calahan turned in the direction his name was shouted from. Further down the corridor stood Janek. His black clothing and tall structure giving a fearful pressence throughout the Labs. He was like the mortal form of Death.

Calahan: "J-Janek...H-Hi. How are you?"

His boots clunked on the marbel floor as he approached the nervous Researcher. His eyes looking down upon the shorter Orkhid.

Janek: "Wvhat did you tell him?"

Standing at the side of Calahan and whispering this in his ear, his eyes flicked to the door of Silak and then back to the Researcher.

Calahan: "N-Nothing. I told him nothing...honest."

A low snarl came from Janek as his black-gloved, right hand grabbed Calahans shirt coller. Pushing him to the wall he leant in and spoke softly.

Janek: "You better be telling the truth, Calahan...If you told him anything about our little conversation earlier i wvill make you wvish you hadn't."

Calahan: "I swear!! I swear i didn't!! Please Janek, lets just forget about it, hm? Please...!!"

He looked deep into Janeks grey, metallic eyes. Knowing that the Consultant would do what he promised. Loosening his grip the Consultant let him go.

Janek: "Good. Now, lets get a bite to eat, eh?"

***

*Setting: The stench was unbearable. Vomit, excretement, urine, sweat and other foul substances littered the air. Aisha was sat in the small, dank, lightless room. It was the size of a portaloo and smelt even worse. She couldn't remember how she got there, nor what she had done to deserve such treatment. She could hear faint voices coming from behind the large metal door that imprisoned her. She yawned. Her jaw felt sore, infact her whole body did. Her veins seemed to be burning and her muscles ached. She wanted to sleep, but didn't want to risk lying on the floor, for fear of resting on something undesirable.
*Clunk*
She looked straight ahead. The door seemed to be getting unlocked. The voices became louder now as the door was opened and the room was illuminated more as the door opened further. As it did a figure blocked the light from shining upon her, a round figure. A sillouette of a chubby Orkhid. Aisha knew immediatly who it was. It was Cornesh...*

Cornesh: "Aisha...what, what have they done to you??"

He entered the room, covering his mouth as the stench infiltrated his nostrils. He then crouched down and stepped to a side, allowing the light to shine on her. She squinted and put her hand infront of her face, awaiting for her eyes to acclimatise.

Aisha: "W-Where have you been? I missed you...we've all missed you."

She pounced forwards, wrapping her arms around the Orkhids neck and sobbing as emotion overwhelmed her. Embracing her, he too became a little emotional. His hands stroked her hair, soothing her, telling her it was alright to cry.

Cornesh: "I'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry, Aisha. I will never leave you again, i promise!!"

She tried to speak but all that came out were broken sobs.

Cornesh: "Why did they put you down here? What did you do?"

He pushed her back and grasped her face. Looking deep into her eyes. Her tear filled eyes. She shook her head slowly, sobbing inbetween certain words.

Aisha: "I-I...I dont know. They...They were going t-to...rape me. B-But i cant remember...i cant remember what happened."

Love wrapped around his Heart and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. A disgusted feeling. His gut wrenched as he wondered who would do such a thing.

Cornesh: "Who...Who were they? Who tried to...to do that to you??"

Her head rested on his chest and he once again stroked her head. She replied, sobbing more as she remembered what they did to her.

Aisha: "I dont...dont know. One...One was called Feeder, Doctor Feeder. B-But i dont remember the other..."

He didn't need the other name. All he had to do was find out who Feeder was partnered with at that time...this would give him the second Doctors name. But right now all that mattered was Aisha's safety and comfort. He wanted her to be safe and as she cried in his arms he realised he would do anything to make sure she was...

(OOC: Whooop-di-doo. Longness or, like, what?? By the by, Orkhids regenerate and heal faster than humans.)

[Jacob]

*Setting: The clock ticked gently, the face showing the exact time. 3am. The DNA Analysis room was practicly dark, the back of the room was the only part that actually had light coming from it. The faint blue, floresant lights hummed gently. Allowing one Researcher to see what he was doing. It was Calahan. He was bent over, peering into a microscope and checking some blood. His blood. The past couple of days were becoming increasingly fraught for him, at least five times a day he would think about the incident, something which always brought grave fear to him. He knew that the chances of not contracting the disease were next to impossible, but he had to make sure he had contracted it...had to be certain. As he peered into the lense and focused the image he found his answer. He was now an AIDS victim. The tell tale white coating that resembled that of a minute bit of thread was linking itself to everybit of his bloodcells. But something else caught his eye, latched onto his bloodcells were small specs of grey. Raising his hands he tweaked the knobs of the microscope, zooming in and then focusing. He uttered a short gasp, staggering backwards and into a row of cupboards behind him. The small grey specs were nanobots. The very kind that the test subjects had flowing through them. Questions rushed through his head, beads of sweat began to run down his forehead. The disease was the least of his worries now, he now had bits of metal floating around his body...doing unknown things, possibly even damaging his organs. His left hand shook with nervousness. Shaking his head from side to side sharply he attempted to throw the sweat beads off. He then approached the lense once more and peered in. This time the burden lifted. Although the nanobots were attached to his bloodcells, they weren't active. This seemingly meant that he was safe, unless they were dorment. Then they could activate at any time. His body was, after all, mature enough. Carefully he reached for the glass slide, grasped it with his thumb and index finger and walked over to the sink. Were he then disposed of it down the waste disposal unit built into the plug hole. The cracking of the glass seemed louder than what it was, but he didn't care. Quickly he flicked on both hot and cold taps and allowed the water to wash down the plug hole, hopefully erasing any signs of his analysis. He then headed towards the door, content with knowing that he had to be careful for the rest of his life. Knowing that he would now have to fake any health examinations he took part in. Knowing the chances of having children were now dashed. Flicking off the backroom lights he then exited and headed down the hallway.*

***

*Setting: Cornesh stood in a dark corner of one of the corridors. Watching one of the staff dormitory doors impatiently. He had been waiting for three hours for this specific person to return and, strangely, he hadn't.
*Footsteps*
Cornesh turned his head, looking down the corridor he had previously had his back to. The shadow of an Orkhid came down the corridor and then he did. Calahan. He looked nervous and kept looking behind him as if worrying if someone was following him, but as he neared the shadows which were created through a falty light he was grabbed by the coller and hurled into them. A squeak erupted from the Researcher as his back hit the concrete wall.*

Calahan: "Wha...!? I wasn't doing anything!! I was checking data...i swear!!"

The feeling of his windpipe being crushed by a lone thumb was enough to shut him up and stop his panic-laden ramblings.

Cornesh: "You tried to rape her..."

Confused by the sudden acqusation, he began pushing and kicking out at his attacker, attempting to break free. But the strength of the being was too strong, scarily too strong.

Calahan: "Who...are...you??"

He gasped for breath inbetween each word. Trying not to sputter or show fear.

Cornesh: "A 14 year old girl...and you, you tried to rape her. You piece of sh*t..."

Calahan felt the attacker back off of him abit, but then doubled over in pain as Cornesh punched him in the stomach. The Researcher dropped to his knees and began to splutter violently. He was then hoisted to his feet again by his hair and once more pinned to the wall.

Cornesh: "You strapped her down and attempted to violate her..."

Another punch to the gut made his legs give way, but he was grabbed and hoisted up before he had time to fall.

Cornesh: "And when she defended herself you blamed it on her, got her put in that...that cesspit!!"

Thrown to the ground, the victim winced in pain. Cornesh was in a seething rage, which hadn't gotten better over the three hours he had waited. Placing his hands on the wall Cornesh then kicked the winded Orkhid three times, all of his attacks centered around the stomach or chest. So that no visible marks would cause concern or alarm. When he had finished his violent and horrific attack on the Researcher he then crouched down and reached into his white jacket with his right hand. He then brought out a small syringe with a rubber defender that sat on the needle head, so that it wasn't accidently injected into anyone. Reaching for the defender he gently pulled it off and held it in his left hand as he squeezed the plunger of the syringe with his right thumb. The fluid inside was black and spurted out onto the Researchers black trousers.

Cornesh: "This is her blood. Ridden with the virus that you all try so hard to avoid. All i have to do is give you one quick prick, inform Janek and your as good as dead..."

Raising his head Calahan looked at the needle and coughed panic-stricken.

Calahan: "Please...d-dont!! I-I didn't want...to. He told us...to do it!!"

Cornesh looked at Calahan and snarled, trying to figure out if he was lying or telling the truth...

Cornesh: "Who told you what?"

Calahan: "I-I cant say...he said he'd ki..."

As he spoke Cornesh leant in, moving the needle closer to Calahans leg.

Calahan: "Janek!! Janek...told Feeder and i to harm the...the defects...make them suic...suicidal. By whatever means necessary!!"

His Heart seemed to double in its beating rhythm as he stood up and pondered what the Researcher was saying. Placing the rubber defender back on the needle he quickly reached down and pulled Calahan up. Once again slamming him into the wall.

Cornesh: "What else? What else do you know...??"

Shaking his head from side to side his lower lip began to tremble.

Calahan: "H-He'll kill me if...if he finds out..."

Although his breath was slowly being regained his speech was still broken, this time due to his sobs.

Cornesh: "He wont find out, now, tell me...or i'll do worse than kill you."

He slowly nodded, tears running down his cheeks.

Calahan: "H-He said...that...that the ones that dont...he'll kill...starting with...O4..."

Cornesh let go of him and backed off, his expression full of concern and panic.

Cornesh: "But...But the other personel said he was keeping her alive...at least 'til the final stage..."

Calahan: "Well...he's not. H-He stated that, that Cornesh guy pissed him off. And now...he's gonna piss him off."

A lump formed in Cornesh' throat, his legs began to wobble wearily. Dizzyness took ahold and the corridor seemingly began to spin...

Cornesh: "W-When is...he doing this? And how?"

Slowly Calahan began to shift along the wall and away from Cornesh, in an effort to make a break for it. But doing so enraged the distraught Orkhid, who then lunged at him and pushed all his weight against him, and being a rather chubby creature, that was alot.

Cornesh: "Tell...me."

His voice seemed dark. Darker than usual. And although Calahan was oblivious to who this being was, he was slowly starting to think that it was Cornesh...the fact that the being was enraged so quickly by the notion of the death of O4, who was Aisha, was a large clue. As was the weight.

Calahan: "Sometime this week...I-I dunno exactly. And there's a...a...machine in the room...towards the back. It displays the vitals of each subject. That kills them...with one...push of a button..."

The weight of the Orkhid lifted and quickly the being marched down the hallway, heading towards the holding cells...

(OOC: Well...? Yay or nay?)

[Jacob]

*Setting: The male Orkhid rushed down the corridors, his fat legs working overtime as he pushed himself to his limit. He knew he had to get to Aisha and get her out of the entire facility as soon as possible, closely followed by the other defected children. He had watched the children grow from tiny, fragile babies since he had been drafted in to help with their growing up...and now, now they were being trained to fight and kill. As soon as they reach the final stage Janek and Sykes will only keep the Scientists and Doctors who had worked hard and who were on good terms with them. Silak would probably promote Sykes. The Medical Council and the main Council would probably hold them in good regards and, if everything went smoothly, give them chairs in the among them quarters. All that for exstinguishing the lifes of creatures who were different from themselves, it wasn't right. His train of thought disappeared for a brief moment as he stepped into the main holding cell area and noticed that the cell were Aisha was previously being held in was open. The guard on duty was sat on a small wooden chair, idle and smoking.*

Cornesh: "W-Where is she??"

The guard looked up slowly and shrugged. Not really caring.

Guard: "One of the Doctors came down with a bunch of guards, told the guards to take her to OR3. Heh, whatever that is."

Fortunatly for Cornesh he knew what the acronym meant, turned hap-hazardly and darted down the corridor from where he came.

***

*Setting: Janek stared at her through the glass window. Aisha had been put back in the glass chamber that all of the test subjects were forced to stay in. Her wrists were handcuffed, as were her feet, and the chain of the feetcuffs and handcuffs were linked with an additional chain attached in the middle. Insuring that she couldn't get very far if she made a break for it. And just incase she managed to break out, the guards were ordered to shoot to kill. Aisha's nails were still long, as were her K9's. The staff involved in the entire project believed this to be a great sign, even though she was still young and the only subject to be showing progress...it still meant the nanobots were doing what they were designed to do. Enhance certain aspects of the Orkhid race. To create a Primary Soldier race that could be sent out onto the battle field as a sacrificial Lamb, but one that would mow down the enemy with relentless ruthlessness. Turning, Janek stepped over to one of the Scientists who was monitering the terminal that showed all of the teens vital signs.*

Janek: "Is she shoving any signs of dying?"

The Scientist tapped the keyboard and brought up the vitals for the blonde female. Tapping random keys he then brought up some more detailed information, shook his head slowly and looked up at Janek.

Scientist: "No...sorry, sir."

Running a gloved hand over his bald head Janek nodded slowly.

Janek: "It's ok, ve vill kill her tomorro, first thing..."

***

*Setting: Heading down the hallway towards the third Observation Room Cornesh clutched something in his right pocket. Beads of sweat seeped from his brow as he knew what he was attempting to do was risky, yet he knew he had to do it. Ignoring the guard who sat on watch he quickly made his way to the mechanical door and upto the keypad, even though he didn't know the code, he felt it best that he made it look as if he did. But fortunatly for him, as he neared, the door opened. Stepping back Cornesh waited to see who was exiting and was partially shocked to see Janek standing in all his glory. Janeks pale skin seemed to be paler than before and his grey eyes more cold. Pursing his lips the Consultant eyed the Doctor up and snarled lowly*

Janek: "Vhat is it you vant, Cornesh?"

The overweight Orkhid ignored the question and marched forwards, barging past the Consultant and ignoring the two guards on either side of the door facing towards the room itself. Resting his left hand on the railing Cornesh seemed to skip quickly down the steps and then march to were Calahan had stated the machine in question was. Taking a quick glance in the glass compound his Heart sank as he spotted Aisha sitting, alone, segregated from the other "normal", healthy test subjects.

Janek: "CORNESH!?! VHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!"

Janek stepped down a couple of the metallic steps now, suspicious of the Doctors intentions. And his suspicions were well within right. For as Cornesh neared the terminal monitering the subjects vitals, he brought his chubby, right hand out of his pocket. White powder seemed to be coating the palm of his hand, as if he had been holding something, but that didn't arouse any suspicion and Janek ignored this mere detail as he watched Cornesh grab the Scientist monitering the vitals, haul him off his chair and then fling him backwards. Immediatly the guards near the entrance of the room cocked their rifles and targeted him, but as soon as Janek heard the clicking he flung his hands up in the air and shouted with pure desperation.

Janek: "STOP!! YOU'LL HIT THE MONITER!!"

The guards looked at each other and then slowly lowered their guns, instead opting to let Janek attempt to stop the Doctor in his proceedings. And that he attempted to do. Rushing forwards with his black coat flailing behind him Janek shouted at Cornesh, ordering him to stand down. Cornesh on the other hand ignored him and went to the edge of the moniter closest to the wall, reached back and yanked out random wires. Sparks flew and electricity buzzed around, some random jolts hit the Doctors chubby fingers as he proceeded in doing this, but he knew he couldn't let anything stop him. When he believed he had pulled all the wires he could, he turned his attention to the main screen, reached for a chair with his right hand and grasped the back of the nearest one. His hand was immediatly accompanied by Janeks as it landed ontop of his with a good amount of force.

Janek: "You dare do this and i svear to you, you vill pay...i vill have your fat hide on a operating table and pumped so full of drugs, so quickly you von't know vhat specie you are..."

Snatching his hand from under Janeks, Cornesh then placed it in his pocket and looked the Consultant in the eyes.

Cornesh: "Do what you will, Janek. Do what you will."

And with his last word he brought his hand out, it was formed into a fist and from the sides white powder was seeping out. Swinging his hand towards Janeks face, Cornesh opened his fist and allowed the white powder to go in the Consultants face. The substance hit the Orkhid square in the face and sent him staggering backwards, his gloved hands gripping his eyes as he did so.

Janek: "AHHHGRRRR...YOU BASTARD...SHOOT HIM!! SHOOT HIS LEGS!!"

Janek staggered away, waving his right hand out to make contact with something or someone. As the guards once more took aim, Cornesh grasped the back of the chair, picked it up and then heaved it into the screen. Sparks flew at the exact moment the bullets hit his legs. It seemed as if a thousand Bee's were stinging him at once and within seconds Cornesh had fell forwards onto the ground, writhing in agony. Doctors, Scientists and other Medical and Research staff rushed forward to aid Janek, all asking the same mindless questions such as 'Are you ok, sir?' and 'Where does it hurt?'. Within a couple of seconds the guards had rushed down to were the whole incident had occurred and pinned Cornesh down whilst they radioed for backup.

Janek: "GET AVAY!! GET AVAY!!"

The Consultant waved his hands around wildly, squinting with pain as his once clear eyes were now all red, inflamed and sore. Pushing and knocking other medical staff out of his way the fuming creature stepped towards the restrained Doctor and looked down on him, his vision blurred and his eyes stinging furiously.

Janek: "Pick him up..."

His voice was soft yet broken as he spoke to the guards, but looking at each other they hesitated.

Guard: "But, but sir. He'll..."

Janek: "I SAID PICK HIM UP!!"

His face seemed to boil and redden, water seeped from his eyes and spittle flung across at the two guards like poison. Nodding quickly they obeyed and grasped the overweight Orkhid under the arms and heaved him up. Cornesh winced in pain and blood seeped from his legs, making a steady pool on the ground.

Janek: "You...idiot. You...moron. You risked your career for a defected experiment and for vhat? Vhy? Are there some outside forces at vork? Are you being paid to protect them? Protect...her."

He glanced over his shoulder and stared were the glass compound was. Although his vision was blurry he could still make out a figure stood at the glass trying to peer out. The other's were all sat down quietly, knowing that something was going on but not wanting to get into trouble for trying to see.

Janek: "Vell? Vhy?"

Looking up, Cornesh stared at his superior and chuckled.

Cornesh: "For...love. They are children...they are my babies...from when i met them...to now...i will not allow you to..."

*Slap*
The sound of a gloved hand against skin echoed throughout the room and made a couple of Scientists gasp in shock. A red hand print began to form on the Doctors left cheek almost immediatly.

Janek: "Hand me your gun..."

He held out his right hand and looked at the guard on his right side. With a slight hesitation, but not much, the guard reached back and pulled out his sidearm. A 9mm.

Janek: "Although it is protocol to vait and see vhat the Medical Council say, i'm sure they'll thank me in the long run for sparing them their time. Goodbye, Cornesh."

He rose his armed hand and pulled the trigger. Cornesh's eyes widened in shock as he felt bullet after bullet tear through his chest and puncture his organs. Even when Cornesh's head lulled forward and blood seeped from his mouth, Janek continued to fire at the gluttonous blob, only stopping when the sound of 'clicking' replaced the shots. Once this had happened, he handed the weapon back and nodded a thankyou.
*Scream*
The sound seemed to come from everywhere and as soon as it began Janek turned.

Janek: "VHAT IS THAT!?!"

His hands immediatly went to his ears and he looked around in vain, not seeing much.

Scientist: "IT'S AISHA, SIR!! IT SEEMS AS IF...SHE'S...SHE'S..."

As he looked on at the shackled subject he watched as her eyes went totally black, her mouth was still open and letting out a blood-curdling screech. Her palms were pushed against the window and her sharp nails digging into the glass. As they watched in horror they saw blood drip from her eyes, then her nose. Watched as her body began to jerk and the links in the chains that were keeping her restrained snapped. The veins in her neck and face became apparent, seemingly throbbing as the sound she emitted went on and on. Her head then began to shake violently and dropping to the floor she went into a seizure...

Scientist: "SHE'S GOING INTO THE FINAL STAGE!!"

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*Setting: In his cold, dingy bathroom the Reseacher Calahan washed his face. The lone lightbulb hung over head, flickering every once in a while. He had his shirt off and was washing his face, dreading every moment he continued to work in the Orkhid facility and wondering how easy it would be to just...fade into the background...into the shadows. Dunking his head into the sink full of cold water he lost himself in thought, imagining he was swimming in a warm river on a warm continant far from were he was. But as he continued this thought a screech seemed to echoe in his head. The imagined sound so powerful that his brain felt as if it was being invaded and prodded. Bringing his head out of the water he rubbed his hands up and down on his face and then moved them apart to look at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. In doing so he took a sharp intake of breath. His eyes were completly black. Not only that, but his whole body was throbbing with his veins, he looked like a map. Stepping away from the mirror he gasped, his Heart skipped a beat and he suddenly felt queasy and percuilar. His eyes blinked rapidly and his Heart once again skipped a beat...longer this time. Gasping his airways seemed to close and open until...he fell and began to seizure.*

~End~

(OOC: Yet another story finished. Whoop!!)

[Silversnow]

What?! What do you mean end?! That's not a/an end!!! What happened then?! I DEMAND MORE!!!

Ignore me .