Sum: An experiment is performed in the dream of a boy; he didn't expect to be apart of it.
Just a story that I wrote ages ago but haven't actually continued writing for yonks. At first it was a oneshot but then the ending was left open, so I continued it... still going though. XD
So here it is. It should only be rated as PG but if any of the moderators find it... inappropriate, I'd understand. There should also be some swearing... the only one that I think is in here at the moment, is 'Damn.'
A Slow Rise Of Dawn
I tossed and turned in my bed, flipping the sheets into uncomfortable tangles, which twisted around my wet legs. I was sweating. I couldn’t help it as much. Having strange nightmares was just not my forte. In fact a rarely ever had them. In all honesty, I never dreamed.
Soft whimpers escaped my shivering lips as I squeezed my eyelids closer together; trying and failing to rid the images from my mind.
I heard a close cough and my vision turned around, staring at a man, covered with wires and needles punctured into his slimy skin. Covering his head completely, leaving no strands of hair behind, was a metal cap, with several flashing light blubs placed in an easy pattern around the brim. The top was red and several tubes were connected; with water running from his head to a nearby tub, full of oozing black liquid.
The man jolted forward and my vision blacked out.
My eyes opened quickly, blood shot, and no surprise coming with it considering the things I saw.
I looked around my room shiftily, wondering why I had that nightmare. It seemed so… so real. Like I could reach out and touch it.
I then remembered the man I saw; tubes sticking out of him and a metal cap covering his brain. The thought sickened me and made my stomach churn.
I wiped my brow to rid of the sweat that beaded down my cheek bones and cascaded to the damp sheets that twisted around my body.
I tried to sit up and when I finally managed to, I attempted to untangle my self from the sheets. It took a few minutes and I ended up falling onto the floor and staying there, staring up to the ceiling.
‘Damn!’ I thought. ‘It was several minutes ago but my heart is still pounding wildly on my rib cage. It hurts!’
I felt like screaming but bit the urge back. I found it unnecessary to cry or scream when you are a male. Whenever something sad happened and I felt like crying, my mother always said it was fine to. But I thought completely differently. I felt like it was against the rules… in my book that is.
Which is why I don’t talk as much. I am not as outgoing as many of the other boys are in my class. I prefer to work on my own, to be on my own. It is what I do best at. It’s how I get really good grades in school. I keep to my own world, which helps me to think about things like school essays and stuff, instead of wondering what time my date with the thirteenth girlfriend I have, was?
I don’t care much about girls. I admire them and all but find I them a distraction to the way I want to live.
Finding enough strength, I got up clumsily, using my bed side table and fish tank as a rest and falling happily onto my bed, sighing with relief as my skin touched the warm and soft material. Smiling, I turned my palm into a fist, scrunching up some of my sheet.
Reluctantly I crawled back into my bed and closed my eyes, praying that the same nightmare wouldn’t happen again. I sighed and felt content before dozing off but my eyes squinted when the same images raced through my mind, like expert racing horses.
I groaned and tried to pry open my eyes, so I could see my own safe room but my lids seemed to be sowed together.
Again my vision was facing upwards, staring at a supposedly ceiling but I couldn’t see anything. It was as pitch black as anything. No lights or windows. It was like a chamber.
Somehow green lights were flicked on and I heard the sound of churning waters and the clanking of glass tubes as they hit together to make mind boggling experiments.
Stiffly my vision turned to the left where I saw a man wearing a white lab coat and bending down over a table, full off vials and queer liquid colours. I was scared and tried to move but my wrists felt like they bound to something. A bed.
It felt so real.
I tried to speak but I neither could hear nor feel words coming from my mouth. I was like a mute.
Eventually the scientist turned around. I saw him more clearly and what I saw appeared to be just a normal man but his egotistical smirk on his white face made my first impressions of him turn ill.
His mouth looked lop-sided or his smile was just a half one. Whatever it was, his pearly teeth clearly showed through. By the looks of him, I thought he would be rich. A secret lab and perfect teeth? What else could prove it? But then again it could just be something that I wanted to think, so it wouldn’t be as bad.
Unfortunately for me, I was right. As soon as I thought that, his teeth were yellowier and crooked at times. Glad that I could not see his whole smile.
Then my eyes wondered more over onto what he wore and his other looks. He wore glasses that covered most of his face and hidden behind them were steely grey eyes. I felt nervous in my stomach and gulped.
Everything seemed to be so slow, as I continued to examine this strange man but in reality… he just turned around.
His white coat lab was probably the only clean thing about him but then again, tipping vials and stuff onto you isn’t exactly clean. It was crinkled, slightly grey which was darker in blotches scattered randomly on his coat. Half of his collar stood on edge, looking like that even it was afraid of this man.
His hair was long that just reached past his shoulders and was a dull brown colour. It was also a bit frizzy but he didn’t seem to be the type of man who would care about what he looks like. To me it seemed like he doesn’t even leave this room, afraid that someone might steal his most precious inventions or great discoveries.
Then it hit me, like my sister hits me over the head with a frying pan when ever I would steal her turn to go into the bath room. She was the type of person who would spend days on end just fixing her face with make up.
Anyway, I realised that I could have been his experiment. But it was just a dream, more like a nightmare actually. A really freaky nightmare that is. It would explain why I couldn’t move or speak.
But luckily for me, my mind relaxed when he spoke a name which was not mine.
“Why so quiet Mr. Atkins?” he cooed, turning back to the table and facing me again; this time carrying in his hands a needle with a blood red coloured liquid sloshing against the walls of the thin glass.
‘Atkins? Atkins? Where have I heard that name before?’ I thought to myself quickly before the man limped over to me. He held the needle up to the light, to make it possible to see through the fluid. I found it quite difficult, thinking for a split second that the red stuff could actually be real blood but why would this psycho inject blood into his experiment?
I was really confused but decided to just go along with the ride. I was curious now and because of that my fear of this nightmare had vanished and I felt eager to see what happened next.
Weird I know but it’s just how I am.
I was thinking too much to myself that I didn’t even feel the small prick that you should normally feel when you are injected. I hate needles and all but it was only after, that I realised and actually felt the injection. Just the thought of a metal object as thin as paper or even thinner, being inserted into your body, makes my skin crawl and go cold. Not to mention the feel of the metal sliding into your skin.
“There, it wasn’t that bad was it?” the creepy mad man rhetorically asked.
I was going to say ‘no’ but realised that I am not really here. It just seems so real that I could have believed myself to being a scientific experiment. The thought of being one just made me gag in my mind. Being an experiment is not a good thing!
I heard a cough, which sounded like he was gasping for breathe. I wanted my vision to be free, so I could wander and explore this new place but I don’t have that free will.
Almost sensing my thoughts, my wrists felt the nice air clasp onto the sweat that pasted itself onto my skin. I found that I could sit up and look around easier.
As simply as it sounded, I got up and scanned the room, then faced the creepy man and the one whose position I was actually in.
The scientist looked at where I was; almost as if he knew I was here. My skin crawled and goose bumps popped up onto my skin.
His steely eyes turned back to the experiment and my eyes followed his. The man… he looked familiar. But where? Where have I seen him before?
“Wakey, wakey,” the man smiled, fiddling with the straps at Mr. Atkins wrists.
He was tightening them because I could see him use his muscles to pull tighter and not to release, but why would he tighten them?
Everything was answered in just a few seconds, when the said Mr. Atkins eyes, shot open.
I jumped half in mid air at the sudden reaction and gasped loudly, keeping breathe in my lungs as I stared at his eyes. They weren’t normal. No where near. Was he even human anymore?
I stepped a bit closer and the scientist looked up my general direction like a bullet leaving its holster. I flinched and stopped dead in my tracks before calming myself, saying in my mind that he can’t see me.
I looked down at the pair of inhuman eyes. A yellow iris with black slits as thin as the ink tube from a pen, centred in the middle of the eye.
I could tell that it wasn’t human, well at least not anymore. That stuff that was in the needle changed him somehow. He looks like an animal. But what type of animal would have eyes like this?
Cats? No. Their pupils are round and not slitted. A bird? Yes, a bird.
However my thoughts changed when the newly formed creature made a horrible sound which I thought didn’t even exist. It was like he was coughing but with a mechanical background added to it or his throat was just extremely coarse; perhaps even quite resonant.
“Beautiful? Isn’t he?” the man on the other side of the table said, as he ran his fingers down the side of the screeching creatures face.
Weird. It seemed like he was talking to me. Not to himself but to someone… me?
What had he turned this man into? And what was his purpose.
“Well Mr. Botham?” he hissed.
My eyes grew wide with shock. I couldn’t believe it. He was talking to me!
At that moment he looked up at me, a shining glint in his eyes and the reflective light from his glasses. He looked just plain evil.
“You can see me?” I asked and was surprised that my mouth and voice was working considering I was scared as hell.
A chuckle escaped the man’s thin lips before he replied.
“Why of course I can. Who do you think released you from the bounds? Hmm?”
He was enjoying this. I could tell. My lips pursed in anger and also at the fact that I felt like a fool. A reason that I don’t know.
“Since when could you?”
“I have to admit, I did not intend someone to see my work, least of all a boy like you but unfortunately I could not stop it. I would not know how you managed to gain vision of my works and luckily for you… I cannot harm you. But I should warn you that if you do utter a word of what you have seen in this lab, you would regret the day you had been born,”
I nodded numbly, almost convinced that he would find me and slit my throat while I slumber.
It was silent as he looked evilly at me while I just stood there petrified, stealing glances at the howling creature, strapped to the metal table.
He sighed quite casually and pushed his glasses further onto his face, before chuckling.
“I’m guessing you want to know what I did to this man?”
I nodded, stiffly. I could hear my joints crack softly.
“Fascinating isn’t it? What science could do with just a bit of mixing chemicals,” he applauded his work, smiling down at the man, staring into the inhuman eyes.
“What did you put into him?” I asked forcefully, hoping that my tone wouldn’t make me sound like a chicken, although I knew fully that he knew I was freaked out.
“Why, I have merely combined two kinds of liquid; one, the blood of an animal and the other… a chemical that I made secretly in this secure lab. But I am surprised that only a pint of the one I used did this much of an affect on a human man…” he laughed, closing his eyes, “think of the possibility if I could just get more.”
I gulped and found it hard to swallow. I was getting incredibly scared now. This first turned out to be a nightmare and then it merged into a reality and conversation with a freaky psycho.
“What have you turned Mr. Atkins into?” I yelled stepping forward a bit.
“You have no need to know that information. It’s far too valuable to let it seep into a young boys mind. In fact, I have already told you too much. My, my. I must be in a good mood today. I am being very lenient.”
“Then get me out of here!”
“Hmmm…” he brought his hand to his chin and scratched at it like he was thinking. “… Ah yes. Do you know this man?” I shook my head. “He is a father of one of your dear class mates.”
I felt like puking but found that I had a stone lodged in my throat. Why couldn’t I think of it before? Oh no. Please tell me that tomorrow he is back with his family when I wake up.
I was going to yell at the laughing scientist but what I yelled out wasn’t words but in fact loud screeches, like the ones Mr. Atkins made after his eyes shot open. I was turned into a creature myself!
I coughed but the sound didn’t turn back to normal. My hearing seemed to listen to every surrounding sound. I could hear the churning of water and the bubbles floating to the top of a tub. I could hear the maniacal laugh of the psycho and screeching sound of the man on the table.
What was happening to me?!
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