Perfectly, Imperfect

#6 Vikk

I'm wheeled down a long hallway, everyone now keeping their limbs far from my mouth. They stop at a room towards the end. They all push me inside and step back. A man that was waiting in the room steps forward. His presence is kind of disturbing. He holds a clip board and rights things down. He pokes at my arm with his pen, and I growl at him. He laughs before turning to the person I bit. "What number is this one again? I keep forgetting", he asks. "Number 307, sir. And number 45 for this particular test. So I'm the 307th experiment in this place? And they've done what they're about to do to me 44 other times? "Let's hope that 45 is the lucky number, then", the man replies.

He holds down my head as he unbuckles the strap. He grips my head and turns it at a few different angles. He then takes a permanent marker and starts making marks on my skin. I hiss and try to move away, but his grip holds. "We'll make the cuts here, here, and there", he says to the people around us. Wait...... they're going to CUT OPEN MY FREAKING HEAD!? I double my efforts to move, and mange to slip his grasp. I bite down on his hand hard enough to draw blood. He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he slaps me across the face. I let go and jerk my head away as the pain hits me. "Now now, that's no way to behave. Be good, or else this will be more painful then it has to", He scolds me.

He makes more marks on my head, also marking my hands and writs. When he's done, he orders everyone else out of the room. I start to hyperventilate when he digs through the drawers. My fear and panic explode when he draws out a knife. I see him start walking towards me before my vision gives out and I faint.

(Time skip)

I slowly wake up still tied to the bed. My vision blurs as I hear voices talking around me. They become clearer, and I strain my ears to listen. "....... and he's still alive. I don't know if it worked till he wakes up, but he's made it farther then most people we've tried it on". "He looks pretty dead to me. He might be stuck in a coma". "Uh..... guys? I think he's awake". My vision clears, and I can see the three of them looking at me. I glare at them, obviously.

"Looks like he survived! And he must not be feeling too bad if he still has the energy to resist us", says the guy who cut me open. I can feel the bandage on my head. "I wonder if it finally worked? No one has woken up without brain damage till now", the women says. "How can we test it? Not like we can just ask", the last man says. This is when I see a pen sticking out of his front shirt pocket. I stare at it in thought. How nice would it be for that pen to stab his chin. I know it's morbid for me to think, but being kidnaped can really open a person's eyes.

As I continue daydreaming about the death of the people around me, the pen suddenly flies up. It pierces straight through the man's jaw, and out through the top of his head. Just like how I imagined it. He falls to the floor, dead. I stare at the corpse along with the other two 'doctors'. Whatever they did to me, it gave me powers, I guess. Now to get out of these ropes. The remaining people whip towards me as I stare at the ground a few feet from them. I have to move. Get out of these ropes. I suddenly feel a lurching feeling in my gut, like my insides are being twisted up. Goosebumps break out all over my skin. I feel my feet hit solid ground, and stumble over to the wall. I just teleported!

The man and women stare where I just was, then frantically look around the room for me. The man spots me first and tries to grab me. I stumble out of the way and mange to fall right into the women's arms. I kick and scream at her, then manage to teleport away again. This time, I'm not so lucky. I land awkwardly on my side, bruising myself. The man instantly grabs my leg and plunges a needle in it me. I shriek and try to teleport away, only to have fiery pain explode in my head. I whimper and stop trying to teleport. The pain goes away, and the the man snickers at me.

"That should last for a while. Now you can't use your powers until the serum gets diluted in your blood. Your much easier to move, now", the man says. He picks me up, and kick him in the gut. He drops me, but quickly grabs my legs and ties them again. He mutters while dragging me out of the room. I still squirm and flail around. I'm thrown into a room that's lined with obsidian, except for an air vent on the ceiling. I'm thrown in, and I hit the wall. "Now, this room is lined with obsidian. You can't break it without a diamond pickaxe. As long as there are no breaks in the obsidian, then you can't use your powers once the serum wears off. We will come collect you in about an hour for testing. Have fun~", he says. He slams the door, and I'm left alone.

I squirm up into a sitting position. Now what? I suddenly hear a light thudding. It's getting louder every time I hear the sound. What the heck is it? It sounds like it's right above me!? Then it stops. I sit and listen closely, but I don't hear it. Something drops from the ceiling, I screech back in fright. It has white wings and tail, with golden horns and spikes on the tail and wing tips. I then see that the rest of him is human. He has light blond hair and blue eyes. His eyes are locked onto mine. "Hi!", he suddenly chirps, "My name's......... Lachlan, I think. But I was trying to find other people here". His happy attitude eases my nerves, and I say, "My name's Vikk. I was taken here from town and cut open. I think the people here gave me cool powers. And you look like a dragon! How cool!". "They hurt you? That means we need to escape!", he says. "Now let's figure out a way to escape", I say. "Ok, how about we-", Lachlan starts, but is cut off by the door slamming open.

(A/N longest chapter I have ever written.....)