Experimentals

This seems like a nice, unique concept and also an amazing chance for me to use Logan + Sandra!

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I don't want to post the thing on this, it'll probably be a page long.

 

My eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling. I looked around the odd room and the figures moving in the haze that clouded my vision. Their words seemed to be coming through layers of cotton. My body was oddly and pleasantly numb. It was heavy as lead though and I could barely move my head to observe my surroundings. The face mask clung irritably to my face despite my sluggish attempts to dislodge it. Eventually the people came over to where I was laying and began to prod me while one of them read stuff off of a tablet he held. One of the others took something shiny from a tray and I felt something digging through the numb shield my body held. The burst of pain shocked my system back into full awareness. Letting out a cry of pain and confusion I thrashed against the bonds that held me. The voices, now clear began to shout.
"She's awake!"
"Quickly, up her dosage! We can't risk her mind this far into the procedure!"
Everything else they said was lost to the primal hysteria that ambushed me. I fought harder against my bonds and was rewarded with the clattering of the tray and all of the tools there. Slowly my body went numb again and my movements became sluggish. The last thing I remember was someone with a surgical mask over their face looking into my eyes and saying something. I couldn't figure it out. Sleep crashed on me with the force of a wave.

Time is impossible to tell when you're asleep. The only way you know is if you look at a clock before you go to bed and then again when you wake up. Without one, or both, of these inputs your concept of time is lost. The orange light coming through my window told me that it was evening. But I had no idea what time it was since there wasn't a clock in the room I was in. I also had no idea what day it was. I didn't even remember going to sleep!
"Are you awake, Syn?" Someone said. I whipped my head around and pulled myself into a sitting position with the sheet held protectively over my body. A man stood in the open doorway, his hand still on the knob. He wore a white coat and a name badge clipped to one pocket, designating him as a doctor. He had an amused smile at my action. "Good to see you finally awake. Some of us were afraid you'd never wake up."
"Who are you?" I managed to ask. The man pointed to his chest and made a surprised expression.
"I'm Doctor Martin." He said incredulously. I didn't laugh at his act. "Harsh crowd." He gave me a mocking shrug.
"Why am I here?"
"I can't tell you exactly. All I can say is we have you here because there's something we need you to do, Syn."
"That isn't my name." I said angrily.
"Then tell me what your name is."
"You're my doctor." I said indignantly. This was a cover though, I tried to remember what my name was supposed to be but it wouldn't come. In fact there were no memories there at all. I somehow just managed to keep my emotions clamped down.
"Come on now. It's your name. You shouldn't forget it that easily." He said to me in that same joking tone. I kept silent but looked away from him. When he next spoke his voice had lost any kind of joking tone. "Okay then. Are you done thinking you know anything now? Your name is Syn. Whatever life you had before now, whoever you were before now. That person is dead. Though I wonder if you even remember any of that. You are now in our care. You will live the way we tell you to. Do what we tell you to. You'd best get used to it, Syn. You are nothing but our tool."
I stared at him in shock. Despite the emptiness in my head I knew, I knew, that that was not how people were treated.
"F^cker!" I cried and launched myself out of my bed. I tackled him to the ground. The swirling fear chilling my gut and the absence of anything in my memory, other than the vague notion that something was supposed to be there, caused my grip on reality to slip a few inches.
The guards managed to pull me off of him after his head was nothing but mush. Changing the target of my rage I threw the men off of me. One sailed clear through the wall of my room and the other hit the doorway and lay crumpled in the opening. He didn't move. I stood there for a few moments, my rage fading slowly as I realized what I had just done. I looked at the blood and mushy flesh on my knuckles. Nausea replaced the last bits of my anger and the room began to spin. When the next wave of guards charged in I was doubled over on the floor puking up odd chunks i couldn't identify.
One of the men screamed for me to get on my feet and slowly I did so. He held something in his hand that looked like a gun. I didn't know what I was supposed to do now so I did the logical thing you learn from TV and movies. (Of course I couldn't remember having learned it, but I still knew it was the thing you do.) I raised my hands and held them open by my head. The next instant I felt my body convulsing and I was on the floor having a spasm in my own vomit. After what felt to be an age my body finally lay still. I basked in the calm of the moment and just lay there losing my place in time and space. I was pulled to my feet too soon, cutting me from my afterglow. If you could consider laying contentedly in a puddle of vomit afterglow worthy.
The men hauled me to my knees and then my feet where they clamped handcuffs on my wrists and I felt something slip into the back of my neck. I tried to talk, to say something and struggle but I couldn't move my body. They led me out into the hall and quickly down it where they pushed me into a room and locked my handcuffs to the heavy duty metal table there in the middle of the room. Other than the two chairs it was the only furnishing. Then they left, locking the door behind them. All I could do was sit there staring straight ahead.
So I sat there, tried to develop x-ray vision, and waited in the deafening silence interrupted only by my breaths. I was starting to go insane when the man in a military uniform finally entered the room and took a seat across the table from me.

 

Silence.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
It was all he ever did. Ever since they'd done it, ever since they'd broken through what God had never intended to change, he had done nothing but sit in the corner of his cell and tap one patch of wall, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
When they gave him food, he didn't eat. The camera footage showed that he didn't sleep. He almost didn't even blink. He just sat there, tapping.
They had performed various tests, of course. The results had been little short of astounding. If the data was sound, it was going to revolutionize everything. EVERYTHING. Society would change practically overnight. The secret to their operation would be beyond priceless. It would be the stuff of legend, the moment man transcended his limits and became the true master of the universe.
But sadly, at present, there were still side effects.

They had performed the mother of all lobotomies. They had split open his head and gone to work on his brain in the way piranhas go to work on flesh and stripped it clean. There was nothing in his head now. Nothing. No memories of family, growing up, eating, drinking - there was no indication he even remembered how to speak. He was a beautiful clean slate. Well... almost clean.
No matter how hard you scrub a plate or clean a dish, there's always tiny little imperfections and specks of dirt that can never be removed, no matter how hard you try.
And human instinct is just as hard to get rid of.

The experiment, of course, had been what could only be described as a resounding success. There was no doubt about that. But how useful was he?
They found out pretty quickly.

The squad had been pretty cocky at first but their training had kicked in the moment they had entered the spotless white cell. They had been briefed, of course. There was a boy in there that someone wanted dead and they had been paid a lot of money for it. As a result, they instantly raised their weapons. The boy had turned his head, arched his back the way a cat does when it's frightened. A quizzical growl greeted them.
He didn't react when they walked closer. He didn't react when they put the muzzle against his forehead. Then they shot him point blank in the face, obliterating his cranium and splattering brain tissue all over the clean walls.
At which point he very slowly got back onto all fours, his body resetting. His brain, almost superfluous in the running of his body now, regenerated the parts it needed to survive, not to hold a conversation. Bone scraped back into place and skin wetly covered the hole until he was completely restored. Then he reached out and ripped the man's head in half.

The fight between one unarmed braindead boy and five highly-trained equipped ex-military operatives lasted roughly about the same amount of time it takes to make a sandwich. He didn't punch, didn't kick, didn't curse, didn't yell. He howled and snarled and roared and bit and tore, and then when the bodies stopped moving he greedily feasted on their flesh. He ripped out organs and swallowed them like candy, lungs like chewing gum, guts like sausages. His flesh was immaculate once again. His eyes were savage and wild, devoid of the humanity they'd robbed from him.
And so now he sat. Drenched in their blood, entrails running down his chin.
Staring into the camera.
Knowing there was more of them on the other side of the wall.
Tap. Tap. Tap.

 

He lay still, looking around with a smirk on his face. His hair seemed to blow in the smooth breeze coming from nowhere. He slowly lift himself upwards, the bonds around him sinking through his skin as his smirk was replaced with shock, "How..."
He didn't think about it too long, leaping up and walking towards the nearest door before buckling over holding his head.
Memories flashed fast his vision, not all his yet a female, he could even hear a feminine voice within his mind.
Seconds later, his hands started changing form, shape and size turning into that of a girl as the rest of his body followed, including his head only allowing for his thoughts to roam within a blazing abyss. "Where the fuck am I?!"
A sudden sparkling pain hit him as the outer-body fell against the floor. He had been replaced somehow, there was something else controlling his body.
As he looked around, he saw something that looked like a giant window. Quickly he ran next to it, a faster than that of a human. Through the window he could see feminine features before whoever was controlling him looked into a mirror, he was given vision of what was controlling him. He paused with bafflement before regaining himself. The experiment must of done this.

She was stuck within something that she had never seen before other than in fictional movies, darkness surrounded her yet she could see even though she was blind, hence joining the experiment.
She screamed for a sign of human intelligence before walking around the darkness and stopping at what could only be described as a window. She looked out as something was moving around her body, no, it wasn't her body.
It had rough male features. Earlier on when she was awake and somehow controlling this body, she was trapped via bonds, now the body was free, how? A gust of wind seemed to slap her, throwing her backwards as the body seemed to change shape. Moments later she had gained full control of the body yet the hands and rest of the body was that of a female instead of a male, one thought went through her head, how? She could no longer see, the room illuminated brightly because of lights surrounding the room. She turned her body around, attempting to see. How could she see through the darkness yet not the light? The experiment probably didn't work and now she didn't have her stick nor guide-dog to show her the way. Her body collapsed as she once again lost control, falling down into darkness.

"They seem to not know what they're doing... They are attempting to move around yet neither can give complete control to the other, bring them back onto the bed." Multiple men lifted up the male laying on the ground and through him against the bed, moving away as the doctor got closer, a small light in hand he shined it into the eye of which he propped open.
The pupil seems to shrink before growing bigger.
"Vitals signs seem normal. It was a success boys, now we wait for them to wake up and we can have an actual talk. Install multiple cameras in the room as well as one of those light switches which change whenever a different person enters. Make it so that if a female enters the room, it becomes dark and when a male enters, it becomes light. Oh, and voice recorders, I need to know what they say at all times."
The men nod as the doctor rushes out to check other patients.

 

Name: Will
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Experimental change: TBD
Backstory: He dropped out of high school in the middle of his junior year without a word to anyone. He wondered from place to place looking for something he could not find. Something he wanted more then anything else. Something he still has yet to obtain. Something that has been made farther from his grasp. Freedom
Special abilities: TBD
Strength/ weaknesses: TBD

 

They'd gassed him, and cleaned him up.
They needed something, anything, that could and would control him. He was a creature of pure instinct - which could also survive almost anything and could throw a city bus.
So they decided to give him some new friends.

The wolves circled, unsure of what to do with this new meat. It was still moving, still breathing. They'd eaten meat like that before, but that meat stank of fear. This one didn't seem like it could be afraid. It just growled back, snarling and roaring if they got close. They outnumbered it eighteen to one. A fight would be pointless -
An elk was dropped into the enclosure and the newcomer fell on it, biting through it's throat and beginning to feast on the flesh. Then it paused, and backed off after a few mouthfuls, giving the wolves the bulk of the meat.
Thus, an alliance was formed, and the scientists started to worry.
Because the only meat this boy seemed to like... was human flesh.

 

He awoke in a dark place, no memory of how he got here. As much as he wanted to he could not get up nor move he was restrained it was to dark to tell what was being used to restrain him. The last thing he can remember was ripping off some big shots wallet in L.A then a van pulled up and he was shoved in and knocked unconscious, at least that's what he can remember it's all hazy. He tried to break free but nothing he was doing was working and then he heard a door open and light flooded in and as it did pain shot through his eyes. But then it was dark again as he lay there unconscious from the pain.

 

This sounds fun ill join

Name: Brandon
Alias: TBD
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Experimental change: Ability
Backstory: A hot-tempered college student studying thermo-dynamics. Normally friendly to all expect the self glorified idiots on campus .One day gets caught up in a fight with the son of an international Military corporation. shorty after new faces appear on campus and things start taking a bad turn for Brandon.
Special abilities: TBD
Strength: Pyro-kinesis
Weaknesses: Cryo-kinesis

Unconsciousness is a feeling almost indescribable to those who never felt it, a sort of blank free-fall in a black void. You lose all sense of direction, time, even the basic sense of being able to feel. You are in the most vulnerable position possible, I was in the most vulnerable position possible. As i lay in this position, mind a haze and left in the void i could only begin to wonder what happened. Then my mind starts to become clearer and my sense return

"Commencing test on Gama subject 235. Subject to be give full dose of the serum"
I hear a voice utter these words. Subject? Serum? just where the H#ll am I? Sense of feeling returns to me as i am shocked to find i am flat on my back. I immediately try to get up but to my surprise i am being restrained but large metal cuffs coming from looks like a table i appear to be on.
"Get me out of here!!!" i yell as i squirm and try to move my entire body but to no avail
"Subject is resisting but is of no use, proceed accordingly"
"Yes Doctor"
As i fight i feel something jammed into my side, I yell out in pain. Then another is jammed into my arm, and another in leg, and another, and another it felt as if my entire body had be stuck with something.
"Injecting Gama Serum now doctor"
A burning sensation overflows my body, i try to cry out but not even my vocal chores seem to be able to work while experiencing this pain. Then a shock, a shock stronger than a lighting strike moves down my body, I start to fade in and out as am am about to lose consciousness
"Gama subject 235 has shown no signs of acceptance, i believe he is another failure doctor"
"Very well, Log the results of this subject while we move on to the next, Once we are done with the next experiment i will dispose of this failure"
"Understood Doctor"
I hear them leave the room. Failure? Dispose? Next subject? so many questions are on my hazey mind as i Finally lose consciousness

I awake to a burning sensation on my skin, a feeling of immense heat directly on my skin. I jump up to try to stop this feeling and to my surprise Find what should have been sturdy metal restraints to be an orange glowing liquid dripping from my around my wrist. Not only had my restrains melted it seems my arms had caught fire. By reaction i start screaming and try to put them out as fast as possible. After i put them out i realized something, I didn't have any burn marks nor did the fire actually hurt. My mind was in a complete state of shock after realizing that, there was no way i couldn't have felt that, not only that but molten metal had touched my skin and it didn't feel any different than plain water being poured on me. As a stand baffled by what had just happened a Loud siren goes off repeatedly. I remember I'm not exactly in a safe place right now. First thing is first, if i want to make it out of here to figure out what the hell happened and whats going on I'm going to need to survive first, but how exactly am i going to do that

 

He slowly awakens, his eyes feel like they where ripped out. The room is dark but he can see everything hazy and not very well but he can see. Then he hears a voice coming from the corner of the room. "Corpse subject 73 is awake" the voice seemed to be talking to someone but as far as he could tell they where alone. He mustered enough strength to speak what little he could get out *C, c, corpse wha what are you talking about, where am I" he muttered. "Your safe, you where hit by a drunk driver" the voice said getting closer. "Your at a hospital" now standing in front of him was a man in a lab coat. "I just have to ask you some routine questions" he said pulling out a pen he started writing on a clip board. "Are you experiencing any pain?" the man asks, Will nodded yes. "Any sensitivity to light?" Again Will nods yes. "And finally do you remember who you are?" thinking back Will remembers the van, pain starts to shoot through his body. He starts thrashing around and trying to break free of the restraints. The man in the lab coat stabbed him in the neck with a needle. Everything soon faded to black.

 

In a strange and roundabout way, Hatshiro Fuzukaki mused as he sat as his desk, toying with a pen, this is all just a big competition. Like which farmer can grow the best vegetables, breed the best livestock.
He knew there were plenty of other test subjects, each with their own utilities and uses. But of all the experiments he had heard about, the one he was assigned had to qualify, for him, as the best. There were three reasons for this.
1) Whilst the other experiments represented phenomenal breakthroughs in scientific thought and biotechnology, this experiment would have the most insane global ramifications.
2) Other experiments were needlessly complicated. This one was beautifully simplistic. A chimp could have formulated the plan.
3) The other subjects, he was told, were made to suffer needlessly. This experiment required no such villainous necessity. No pain, plenty of gain. There was very little brain in there left to feel pain, anyways.
He looked out on his charge, who had just eaten the fourth homeless man today. It appears that he does not need to eat, although when he does he can consume seemingly unlimited amounts of flesh. He has stripped the corpses of four adult males to the bone, yet his body does not change. Perhaps increased stomach acidity.
He checked the latest command he'd been given.
Time to match him with one of the other experiments...

 

His eyes fluttered open, a low breeze kissing his face. Logan stood up, his body ached yet he managed. As he neared the door, his legs gave way, causing him to momentarily lose balance and slam into the door, a thud echoing throughout the corridor. He leaned against the door for a few minutes before rubbing his face and standing up straight. With a swift movement, he opened the door and had gone through it, limping down the corridor to see if he could find anybody else. From his peripheral vision, he noticed a door, a feint voice had said something and he had heard it yet he wondered who it was. Logan hid behind what looked like a vase, waiting for the people outside the door to leave. Soon after they left, he got up, walking to the door and trying to open it. It clicked open without much trouble. As he entered, his body shook violently before he lost control, appearing back in the darkened abyss.

Sandra let out a small cry of pain as he collided with the floor after gaining control, she really had to find a way to stop this random changing. She got up from the floor releasing a small squeak, from her lack of movement within the past couple of days. Moments later, there was an image at the back of her eyelids, she could see in a way she never could before, ever since she lost her vision. She let out another squeak and this time the area got closer to where she was standing, what was this she could do? She remembered from a documentary she watched once bats used this thing called echolocation to travel, could this be it? She gasped as she noticed the strapped female, hurrying towards her and asking, "Are you alright?"

 

Name: Claus
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Experimental change: Ability
Backstory: A quiet, introverted young man who had just recently graduated from high school with honors. He was on his way to apply for college when he was involved in an unfortunate accident that left him hospitalized. While his injuries were not too serious, the tests run by his doctors identified him as a potential candidate for experimental research and he was quietly taken away, which the hospital was handsomely compensated for. He wakes up in an unknown facility with vague memories and some kind of strange power that he knows nothing about.
Special abilities: Magnetism (?)
Strength/ weaknesses: Ability does not have much use in actual combat. Does not work using traditional magnetic fields, for unknown reasons.

 

*Brrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnn Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnn*
Sirens continue buzz alerting everyone that something has gone wrong in the labs. I have so many questions, why am i being held? What did they do to me? and just where am I? before i can actually put my mind together a here a loud crash from the opposite side of the room. Seems my though process is just a few moments too late

"Target found, Hold it!"
"Hands where we can see them now!"
As i turn around i see two guards clad in what appears to be black swat body armor. They bring there rifles up and point them at me, preparing to fire. Be reflex i use my arms to try to cover and protect myself while turning away from my doom, of course this would have no effect against bullets.
"Ahhhhh!"
"F*cker, I can't see! he's blinded us Command sent reinforcements!"
I turn my head back to see both my arms on fire and glowing with a bright white flame. Every second seems to reveal new and more things i need answered but now is not the time to worry about that, i run past the 2 while they are blinded and step outside my containment area. The space out side looked al the same, all uniform, no difference in appearance, color. One would easily get lost if not familiar with the lay out. I quickly run around corner after corner, hallway after hallway trying to find a place to duck down. I find a spot to hunch down and try to collect my racing mind.
"okay i can melt metal. emit bright light, and felt but no longer feel immense burning. I would have to assume what was done to me has to do with fire control. but how do i even use....."

*clu-click*
"Don't move, turn around slowly. keep your hands down, any funny moves and you'll have a great view of that twisted brain of yours"
That sound, the sound of a gun chamber being loaded and the voice that held no mercy came from directly behind me. i turn my head slightly to try and see just where the solider was. I then feel the mussel of the gun against the left part of my head
"You wanna die? Next move will be your last"
Left side, he's on my left side.
"Command I have found the escaped subject, awaiting termination orders"
"Negative, The Doctor wants a look at this one, something about {a failure that should becoming something more} we need him alive. However undamaged is another story"
"Understood"
As i listen time seems to slow down almost. In the next few minutes my life could end as i know it. what do i do? I remember seeing old movies or even playing games where the hero was in a spot like this. they would somehow get the gun from the guy turn it on him and try to escape. All go in theory but in real life no one's read the script and there are no do overs. I don't even think i could get the gun away from him. But what if i didn't need to? After i just melted metal, created a bright flash, maybe just maybe i could make a fireball. can i really control this at will? He's on my left so i'll have to make a shot from my right but use my left to get the gun off of me for a moment, then... then... then i'll have to kill him with a single fire blast. I have my plan in mind, my body ready i make my move.

"HEY-"
I move my head forward while using my left hand to push the barrel of the gun away
*BANG* the gun fired but the barrel was moved before it was shot, the bullet hit the side of the wall.
I bring my right hand up directly into his face and focus on a single though {burn} with that though a softball sizes flame emerges from my hand and is released at point blank range
*FWOOSH*
The fire blast held far more power than what it appear over i imagined. What was the mans head and helmet are now nothing but pieces of flesh hanging and burnt black along with melted plastic. Black boiled blood and bits of flesh cover the wall behind his corpse which lay in the hall, headless and upper torso burnt by my power.

 

"Claus" woke up to a sight that had become all to familiar these last few weeks, though it still seemed bizarre and alien to him along with the new name that he was given. He awoke in a plain white room, surrounded by various machines and strapped down to a bed with tubes and wires going into his body. As soon as he regained consciousness, a man in a white coat stepped in and scribbled something down on the notepad he was carrying. He greeted Claus with a warm, but obviously fake smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Claus. How are you feeling this fine day?"
Hearing the voice call out to him, Claus' foggy mind started to clear and he feebly responded.
"Okay, I guess...but I still can't remember anything. How come I still can't remember anything?"
Hearing this, the doctor wrote something down in his notebook before responding.
"Boy, that is strange...but I'm sure it'll all clear up before too long."
This was an obvious lie. He knew exactly why Claus couldn't remember anything, but he continued to give him false hope that he would regain his memories. The doctor quickly changed the subject after that.
"More importantly, have you figured out anything else about your ability? My colleagues and I are dying to find out if you've learned anything useful."
Claus shook his head.
"I'm sorry...it seems that magnetism is the only thing this ability is good for."
After some time and various tests, the doctors discovered that Claus' ability has to do with metallic objects. But they were sorely disappointed when the only feat he could perform was making metallic objects stick to him. However, in one way this actually worked to Claus' advantage. They noted his "docile, timid personality" and "relatively harmless ability" and started treating him more like a pet than they would their average test subjects, which they treated as even less than animals. Because of his attractive appearance, some of the female doctors even considered using him as a toy for their twisted sexual desires. But they all knew that this could not last. If Claus did not develop a stronger ability, he would only consume precious resources that could be put towards better "test subjects," and they simply could not have that. Survival of the fittest at work in the most disgusting of ways. The doctor wrote something else down in his notebook and gave Claus another fake smile.
"Oh, that's quite all right. But would you mind showing it to me one more time? Who knows, maybe you'll figure out something else about your ability if you keep at it."
He handed Claus a small metal tube. Claus made the tube stick to his hand and shook it to show that it was stuck there. But after that, he just sort of...stared at it for a while, his brow furrowed in concentration. After a few moments with nothing interesting happening, the doctor took the tube back.
"I guess that's all there is to it, then. Oh well, it's not the end of the world or anything. Just sit tight and you'll be all better before you know it, okay?"
Claus nodded meekly and replied.
"Okay, Dr. Goldsmith."
The doctor walked out of the room and his expression quickly turned into one of annoyance and frustration.
"Useless. Completely, absolutely useless. Oh, well...he was kinda fun to play with. I wish we could keep him a little longer."
He shrugged and walked away, still writing in his notebook. The last line he wrote read:
"Subject 141 shows no signs of developing a more practical ability. Testing appears to be at a dead end. Recommendation: Terminate."

 

"No." She groaned as a sudden sharp pain went through her back and she dropped to her knees, her eyes rolling back into their whites as she started to brightly shine.

He looked down at his hands, having regained control again, "There we go, now we can actually function." Logan looked up at the captive female, trying to remove her bindings. "It seems that you're trapped." He chuckled, reaching down and into his sock before pulling out something small, flicking it open it could clearly be seen as a knife which he proceeded to attempt and release the female.