I started writing this awhile ago and since I'm afk from the game, I figured I finish it. It is long, but I hope you enjoy it.
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It was dark. It was always dark when they came. He wished just once they’d come during the day. He had begun to hate the dark. The Doctor had explained it to him, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Corporal Wills, the serum seems to have a greater effect on subjects who are agitated and experiencing stress.” said the Doctor. He continued,” We have determined, that the longer we wait, the later it gets, the more anxious subjects become.” Wills knew this to be true. Every night the longer he waited, the worse he got. Tonight, they had finally come for him and he was shaking with dreaded anticipation. He knew the worst was yet to come.
“On your feet Wills, let’s go” said Sergeant Tymes, “you know the drill.” “Yes Sergeant”, Wills said as he got to his feet. They moved out of Wills’ room, more of a cell really. It was an eight by five room with a single hanging fluorescent bulb and a joke of window that hinted at daylight for about an hour a day. Most of the space was taken by the ragged cot. No desk, no lamp, no T.V., nothing that could help pass the time. The one good thing about his room Wills thought, ”at least it wasn’t the Lab.”
They moved down the corridor at a leisurely pace. Wills liked Sergeant Tymes. The sergeant never added to the anxiety Wills was experiencing. It was as though he were trying to do Wills a favor. “So, I hear this may be your last treatment. The Doctor was loading the initiation program when I was last in the Lab.” “Well, that may have been for someone else”, Wills replied. The sergeant glanced at Wills, “Yeah, I don’t think so Wills. Everything I saw had your name on it.”
His news gave Wills a little bit of comfort. It would be great if this was the last treatment. It would be the beginning of a new phase of Wills’ training. When they had originally come to him, right out of boot camp, Wills had been excited by the prospect. A new type of soldier they told him, special privileges. And, the signing bonus was huge. Wills just couldn’t pass up the offer. Now, a month into his new “training” and he was looking for the light at the end of the tunnel. The sergeant had just given it to him. “If you make it through tonight”, the sergeant said,” They’ll move you over to E-wing.” E-wing, nirvana
, Wills had heard many things about E-wing. They had a rec-hall and vending machines, phones even. Wills was actually looking forward to getting to the Lab, his pace quickened. “Slow up, it aint going anywhere”, the Sergeant chuckled.
They made the last turn in the corridor and could see the doors to the Lab. The on duty guard key-carded the lock and the door whisked open as Wills and the sergeant approached. Wills entered first. The overhead lights cast a greenish tint across the room. Instruments lined the wall, quietly humming, indicator lights flashing and glowing. It was the classic sci-fi laboratory. In the middle of the room sat the table, a medical exam table. Only this one had straps and a rig suspended from the ceiling draped with tubes and wires. The whole contraption looked like some futuristic torture device. Sergeant Tymes led Wills over to a chair alongside the table. “Arnold, he’s all yours. Good Luck Wills. I’ll see you later.” said Tymes and with that he turned and headed for the exit. Wills said, ”See ya Sergeant.” He sat down in the chair and began pulling off his shirt. Tech. specialist Arnold walked over and wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Wills’ arm. “Good evening Corporal. Say, ahhhhh.”, the tech. muttered as he jammed a thermometer in Wills’ mouth. After a few mumbles and grunts, the tech pulled out the thermometer and jotted some notes on a clipboard. He then began sticking monitor clips to various spots on Wills’ body. Wills disliked the clips, whatever the glue was that held them on was a **** to get off and pulled at his skin when the clips were removed. It was especially painful wherever he had hair. With the last clip in place, Tech. Specialist Arnold turned and without a word walked to a computer to type in a few notes.
Wills sat in quiet turmoil, waiting for the next step. Suddenly, a flurry of commotion as the Doctor and his two assistants stepped purposefully into the room. Doctor Haze was a tall, thin man, partially balding with a perpetual frown plastered across his face. His two assistants, Anders and Reynolds, hovered around him waiting for him to bark out commands. “Wills are you ready?” “Arnold, did you record his vitals? Is he ready to be treated?” Haze asked, with the voice of someone who expects complete compliance. “Yes Doctor.” Wills and Arnold said, almost in unison. “Alright, let’s do this. Wills hop up on the table.” Haze ordered. As Wills crawled up onto the table, Haze’s two assistants began connecting the many monitoring leads to the clips on Wills’ body. Arnold walked along the walls turning various instruments from stand-by to ready. As Wills laid back and attempted to get comfortable, the assistants began strapping him down. They told him the straps were to help protect him from injury, since the treatment sometimes led to convulsions. But, Wills wasn’t sure that was true. He had never really liked or trusted Haze or his two assistants.
“Ok Wills, tonight’s treatment is going to be slightly different from previous treatments,” Haze explained. “It will be a little more intense. But, after several blood tests, we feel that serum levels are high enough in your blood stream to initiate transformation. The transformation may be a little disorienting, but don’t worry everything will run smoothly. I expect by this time tomorrow, you’ll be eating ice cream, in the lounge, over in E-wing.” Wills snorted to himself, ”Ice cream, like I’m a little kid or something.”
Wills looked to the side just in time to see Reynolds load a very large syringe with the dreaded serum. Anders finished swabbing a spot on Wills’ arm and began to slide the needle of an IV bag into Wills’ arm. Wills looked away. He had never really liked needles. He felt the sting as the needle penetrated his skin and then a dull throb as it was secured in place by tape. The IV was opened and Wills felt the chill as fluid slowly moved into his vein. Reynolds walked up and inject the entire contents of the syringe into the IV bag. Looking at Will, “This may burn a little” the assistant smirked as he pulled out the syringe. Wills knew better. The burn was more than that, it was indescribable in the pain it created. Like fire moving further and further into his body as his heart beat. Wills began to sweat as he waited for it to start.
“Wills, tonight we will be adding some electrical stimulation to the process. This should over stimulate your amygdala and lead to a cascade affect.” stated Haze, “This neural cascade will initiate transformation and signal cellular conversion. Tell me when you begin to feel the tingle of the serum.” With that, Haze walked over to the control console. Arnold walked by on his way to the far side of the room. “Good Luck” he whispered, as he passed. The next minute or so passed in silence and then Wills felt it, the tingle. “Doctor, I feel it, it’s starting”, Wills said, a slight rise in his voice. Haze turned to his assistants. “Commence subject 6572, transformation phase, on my mark. Mark”, and with that statement, Haze and his assistants began flipping switches. Haze shouted, “See you on the other side, Wills” as various machines sprung to life. The tingle was beginning to spread and intensify. Wills lay on the table watching instrument lights flash and listening to the whir and hum of machinery.
There, there it was, the burn. The tingle had changed, but Wills was familiar with this part, he knew the burn would slowly get worse. But, he also knew the burn only lasted a minute or two. In the past few weeks, the burn had almost become routine. The burn was everywhere, a fire in his veins. Wills could feel it spread through his fingers, his legs. His skin felt like it was being peeled away. Soon it would end, another few seconds. No, it wasn’t ending, it was changing there was a new tingle, in the back of his skull. This was different, the fire still raged and now his skull felt like it was splitting. Wills moaned in agony, his body arched up, off the table, the straps the only thing keeping him from falling off. FLASH, a blinding light ripped through Wills vision. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The fear built. Wills knew it. The doctor had lied. He remembered how they had looked at him as they strapped him down. The pain. They were killing him. It was all a trick. The fire raged. Wills felt his flesh tearing. He would kill them all. Wills screamed, more a banshee howl, his vocal chords tore as he struggled to free himself.
“Anders, sedate him, before he breaks free”, yelled Haze. Anders ran to the table where Wills’ body thrashed and spasmed on the table. He injected another syringe into the now almost empty IV bag. Squeezing the bag, Anders forced the drugs into Wills’ body. The convulsions turned to tremors and finally to stillness. “Goddammit” Haze yelled, as he slammed his fist down on the console in front of him. “Reynolds, I want you to do a full inventory lot check on the serum. This is the fourth psychotic transformation this month.” said Haze as he stared down at the body lying on the table. “Either the serum is starting to degrade or there is a flaw in our screening process. We will need to correct this before the next quarterly meeting. We can’t afford to expend so much effort on failures.” Haze turned to Arnold, standing in the corner. ”Arnold, get another tech. to help you wheel Wills down to the holding block. Do it quickly, you never know how long the drugs will last on these types.”
Arnold paged for help, as the assistants disconnected Wills from all the instrumentation. Another technician, Jasper, arrived. Together Arnold and Jasper wheeled the table out of the lab and down the hall to the service lift. Jasper looked up from the body, “***** he is fricking ugly”, he said. Arnold looked down at what was once Wills. No longer human in form. The body was longer, bigger. The muscles bulging, but not huge. Elongated hands, the fingers ending in claws. The head, canine in shape, but misshapen, as though it hadn’t fully developed. Teeth protruding from the jaw, long and sharp. Short, coarse fur covered Wills from head to toe. Arnold shook his head. “What a shame, Wills was a nice guy. They’ll probably put him down after they do a few tests on him.” Jasper and Arnold maneuvered the table into the lift and headed for the lower level. The holding block contained several reinforced cells. Arnold and Jasper wheeled Wills to an empty cell. Two guards stood easy along a wall, eyes watching, weapons at the ready. This was the dangerous part. Arnold and Jasper opened the cell door and wheeled Wills inside. Quickly they unstrapped Wills and unceremoniously dumped him on the floor. At the same time they backed out of the cell, pulling the table with them. Arnold shut and locked the cell door. “Why’d keep bringing this crap down here Arnold. Ya’ll should just throw them in the incinerator.” One of the guards quipped. “Yeah, we hating babysitting these dogs.” The other one stated. Arnold looked at the guards, “Take it up with Haze, if you’ve got the balls”, he said as he and Jasper headed back to the lift.
It was dark. Wills hated the dark. He could hear a rasping, someone near him breathing. His eyes felt too heavy to lift. He would kill them all, he thought. Anger and hate were all he could feel. What had they done? The pain was gone, but something wasn’t right. The rasping grew louder. It was him, Wills’ breathing was loud, heavy. It wasn’t right. Nothing was right, everything felt wrong. “He’s coming around.” Wills heard, voiced from somewhere behind him. “Well Doctor, what will happen now?” The voice sounded familiar. “We will run some tests and then dispose of him.” That voice, Wills knew, the Doctor. Wills felt the anger building. He must kill the doctor, the rage was taking control. It was irrational, Wills knew, but he felt detached as the anger pushed at him. Struggling he began to rise to his feet forcing his eyes open. There across the room, doctor Haze stood, talking to sergeant Tymes. Without thought, Wills charged at the doctor, slamming into the thick bars of the cell. Tymes stepped in front of the doctor. “Calm, calm down, breathe Wills.” Wills wanted to listen to the sergeant, but the sight of Haze was too much. He thrashed against the bars, trying to move past them. He felt, something
. “Doctor, you need to leave now. The tests can wait a day or two. But, right now your presence is creating a problem.” Tymes began physically pushing the doctor towards the exit.
With the doctor gone, Wills felt his rage lessen. Tymes approached the bars. “Wills, if you’re still in there, listen to me.” He said softly. “You don’t have much time. The doctor will begin tests on you soon. If you can’t control yourself, you will be terminated. Try to focus, try to come back.” Tymes turned and left the holding block. Through the rage, Wills could see what he had become, a monster, something from a horror story. The rage wrapped back around Wills, paranoia and fear smothered him. Wills slunk to the far corner of his cell, one thought consuming all others. Revenge, he would kill Haze, nothing else mattered. Staring at the cell door, Wills could see the two guards against the wall. He must get past them, get out of the cell, get to the upper levels. He focused the rage, searching for what he had felt earlier, with the doctor in the room. There it
was. He could feel it
, feel them. The other subjects locked in the holding block. Wills felt them, mindless, empty shells. Chaotic and unfocused, their thoughts were nothing more then basic emotions. Wills pushed harder. There, the guards, he could feel them, different, brighter then the caged ones. The two guards began shifting uncomfortable. “Dude, look at him, he’s staring at us. It’s freaking me out.” said one guard, shifting his body away from the front of the cell. The other guard continued to stare into the cell. “Come here.” Wills thought, staring at the guard, “come to me.” The guard began to slowly approach the cell. “Jake, what the **** are you doing. Don’t get to close.” Jake reached for the lock pad. “Holy ****, what the **** are you doing Jake?” The other guard swung his weapon up, freeing the safety. Click, the door unlocked. Wills moved. In a rush to fast to see, Wills moved through Jake, blood spraying everywhere. He leaped. A single gun shot rang out, followed by a gasp. “Too fast, not possible” the guard at the wall whispered, gun hanging limp in his grasp. Wills slowly pulled his arm out of the guard’s chest as the body slumped to the floor.
The smell of blood seemed to strengthen Wills. Looking back, Jake lay on the floor, body ripped apart. Wills chuckled, a deep rasping gasp. This was power. Wills could feel the strength coursing through his body. He would stop at nothing. Soon, the doctor would be dead. A klaxon alarm began to sound. Wills roared in anger at the noise. The other subjects in their cells began to howl, a primal scream. Wills turned and moved towards the door. He knew the stairs would be guarded. He heard the elevator begin to descend. More guards, Wills shivered with excitement.
Tymes stormed into doctor Haze’s office. “There’s been a breach in the holding block. Wills is out. My guess is he will be coming for you.” Tymes calmly stated. “I suggest you evacuate, until we can bring him under control.” Haze looked at Tymes. “Do not kill him, unless absolutely necessary. He escaped, this means he has some coherent thought. Unlike all the other psycho wolves, he may not be a failure. I will take the chopper back to HQ.” Haze grabbed Tymes arm, looking into his eyes, “Tymes control this situation. We have come too far to lose.” The Doctor turned grabbing his coat and heading for the helipad, across the compound.
The elevator doors opened. Hanging above the doors, Wills watched as guards moved slowly from the within. He could feel them. All were outside the protection of the lift, standing below him. Wills moved, dropping like a brick, lashing out. Two guards dropped before the other four realized something was happening. Spinning, screaming in fear, they fired wildly, trying to hit something that seemed to disappear before their eyes. It was over before it started. Wills stood in the center, panting. Blood dripped from his claws. The guards’ mangled bodies lay across the floor in pools of blood, empty shell casings scattered everywhere. Wills roared. He charged into the lift, jumping at the ceiling. Clawing at the ceiling he ripped a hole through to the shaft and leapt up. Climbing like an oversized monkey, claws digging into the walls of the elevator shaft, he surged towards the upper level of the facility. Busting through the shaft doors, Wills found himself in an empty hall on the first floor. The area felt deserted. Wills knew that the alarm was an evacuation siren and that all but security forces should have fled by now. He could feel people, guards, off to the left. They were probably guarding the main entry way to the facility, no doubt in an effort to contain him. But, Wills wasn’t looking for escape. He wanted Haze and he could sense him. At the far end of the hall was a set of double doors. Haze was out there. Wills knew he would have to hurry.
A side door at the far end opened. Sergeant Tymes walked out, to stand in front of the double doors. “Wills, it’s me, Tymes. Remember me?” Tymes shouted. “Stop fighting what you are becoming. Remember the contract you signed? The oath you swore. This was part of the deal. Haze is not your enemy. Stop now. Stand down soldier.” Wills looked at the sergeant. He liked Tymes, but he was an obstacle. There was only one way to Haze, through Tymes. He charged. With blinding speed he moved down the long corridor. Wills hoped the sergeant would not try to stop him. Tymes centered himself, as if to ready for an impact. Wills was fast approaching, but still far away. Tymes back arched, he screamed. The scream turned to a deep throated rumble. The sergeant’s body seemed to shimmer and ripple and then explode outward. Clothes shredded like paper as the sergeant’s body expanded outward. Fur sprouted across his thickening torso. Muscles of immense proportion bulged forth across his chest and arms. Standing in the hall was a monster, a massive wolf creature. Where Wills was lean, this thing was dense. Easily twice the size of Wills, it braced for impact and roared a challenge. Wills was too close to stop. He leapt and dove toward the massive creature that used to be Tymes. Tymes slowly swung his arm up and forward. He moved ponderously. CRUNCH. Tymes massive hand grabbed Wills by the throat. The sound of the impact echoed down the hall. Wills froze in shock, “How was I caught, he moves so slow.” Then Wills began to thrash and claw, trying to break free. Tymes snapped his arm back, shaking Wills like a wet rag. Wills’ every move, ever effort was feeble compared with the strength and solidity of what Tymes had become. Without effort, Tymes tossed Wills to the ground and took a step forward. He pointed at the door through which he had come. “Run.”, the sound like boulders grinding against each other. “Run. Run far. Hide. Never return.” Tymes pointed to the door again and took another step forward. Wills, his anger replaced with fear at the living wall in front of him, looked to the door.
He ran. Bursting through the door, Wills ran. The perimeter fence was only meters away. Without effort he cleared the fence and ran into the woods. He ran. He had thought he was impressive, a creature to be feared. That was before Tymes. Tymes must have been what the doctor had been trying to create with Wills. But, Wills knew he was different. He also knew he was special. Thoughts of revenge were buried as Wills thought only of the last command sergeant Tymes had issued. Run, hide. Wills ran for hours, deep into the forest, at a speed few other creatures could attain. He finally stopped as dusk approached. Panting, Wills settled by a small stream and began to drink deeply, his senses reaching out, searching. He sensed nothing, only the creatures of the woods. He smelled something, a dampness. It came from the overgrowth where the stream emerged into the clearing. Approaching it he saw an opening, a mouth gaping up from the ground. Wills entered a narrow opening that widened further back. A perfect place to hide, Wills moved further into the dark, letting his senses guide him. The cave went down and widened further. Wills smiled inside. Tymes had told him to hide. He would, but not for long. If Tymes could change shape, then so could Wills. He would find a way, he would return. He had not forgotten Haze, he would get his revenge. For now he would hide.
The cave was perfect. It was always dark. No one would come for him here. Wills had begun to like the dark.