Lab Rats (Remake)

•Chapter Two•

"Cooperate and I won't have to do it again." The woman waved the remote in he air, a smirk upon her face.

Onika, hesitant, took a shaky breath, and nodded, dragging her feet across the metal floor to follow the woman out the door.

|Aubrey|

The first thing Aubrey noticed when he cracked his bleary eyes open was that he was tied to a vertical, metal table.

He couldn't move his arms and legs, but he could flex his fingers. There were straps around his neck, chest, arms, and right below his knees. He grunted as he tried to free himself, but to no avail.

Aubrey noticed that he was wearing a rather ugly loose grey jumpsuit. He feet were bare and the room was incredibly hot, yet a chill ran down his spine. There was something about the cement room he was in that felt negative.

There was a loud beep that made him wince, and then he heard, "Number 66 is awake, I repeat, number 66 is awake."

Aubrey frowned. Are they talking about me?

There was a hiss far behind him, heavy clicking noises, and a slam. He heard someone's shoes scuffing the floor and a young man walked in front of him, gripping a clipboard with one hand and a pencil with another. He wore a long white lab coat, and one of the pockets were bulging with what Aubrey assumed were more pencils. He was pale with brown eyes, and sweating heavily.

"Aubrey Drake Graham?" the young man asked, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Uncertainly, Aubrey nodded slowly, keeping his eyes trained on the person before him.

The young man swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "M-my name's Troy. How are you f-feeling?"

Aubrey just stared at him. "Fine," he answered.

"Dizzy? Nauseous? Anything?"

"I feel normal," Aubrey repeated, swallowing the urge to laugh. Troy looked so scared that Aubrey thought he might faint.

Troy nodded, then wrote some things down. "Excellent."

Aubrey took this moment of silence to ask, "Where the hell am I?"

Troy looked up abruptly. "I-I beg your pardon?"

"Well, y'all got me tied up in my boxers. I wanna know why."

Another beep echoed through the room. "Begin the procedure."

Troy quickly took a remote from the pants of his khakis and pressed a button, still looking uneasy. A large robotic arm whirred above Aubrey's head, then lowered down and shone a bright purple light on his body, like an oversized LED light. Aubrey squinted, and as his eyes slowly got accustomed to the light, he watched as Troy pulled out two needles from the pocket that Aubrey thought held pencils. The needles were full of a purple substance.

Aubrey's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

Troy said nothing, just moved closer as the light seemed to scan his body up and down, before finally settling on his arms. Troy held the syringes, one in each hand, still shaking.

"Aye, man, stay away from me with that."

Troy squeezed his eyes shut and stabbed the needles into Aubrey's upper shoulders. Aubrey yelped as sharp pain made its way through his arms, all the way down to his fingertips. All he could to was writhe within the straps as Troy pressed on the ends of the syringes so all the liquid surged like molten lava through Aubrey's veins. All throughout his arms, a luminescent purple began to appear, glowing like hot ashes.

The light continued to shine, this time in Aubrey's eyes. He couldn't look away, not with his neck strapped in place. He felt the same burning sensation and blinked rapidly, but all it did was make his eyes hotter.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he roared at Troy, he was slowly slinking away. He didn't mean to snap, but anger came with the fire in his eyes and arms. He flexed his glowing arms as the purple light in front of his eyes faded away until it was off. Then he yanked his arm in an outward direction.

The strap broke like tissue paper.

He was free.

Full of a newborn energy, he removed his other arm and then used both hands to free the rest of his body. Then he lunged at Troy.

Strange enough, he couldn't remember his name. He couldn't remember anything. His body was on sensory overload, and his only instinct was to kill.

"Uh! CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE!" Troy shrieked, attempting to shield himself with his lanky arms.

The thick door on the other side of the room opened and three men burst in, equipped with long, skinny guns. They pulled their triggers and, with darts that reminded Aubrey strangely of hummingbirds, fired.

He lifted his arm up to protect his face. Big mistake. The darts stuck into his skin. He didn't see how many there were, but he knew it was enough to make him remember who he was, and that his name was Aubrey Drake Graham, he has, had a girlfriend, and he woke up in a strange place, and the great sense of power that once washed over him slowly began to die out.

Through hazy eyes, like the world was moving in slow motion, he slumped to the floor with the side of his face against the cool concrete. He had enough energy left to look up and see a pair of military boots walking towards him before he passed out for the second time that night.

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