I glanced down at my arm and saw a tube with the pee liquid running into my forearm. I blinked and stared at it, my focus going in and out. Wowwww. Why was I surprised? They put this in like....ten minutes ago. Oddly enough, there wasn't any pain like the creature had---I just felt fucking high.
I stared at the liquid as it slowly inched its way through the tube. Every so often there would be a seperation----an air bubble.
Okay....is this like....liquid weed? Cause I'm just going to say this right here, right now----they are putting this in my arm without my permission. It's like....their vein molesters. I don't appreciate this. Wait, I feel like this is low key abuse. They tied me in a chair, shackled my hands down to the table, and repeatedly pricked my finger----in the same spot, I might say. How rude.
"Hey...!"
A veiny, muscular hand slammed down on the table in front of my face and I glanced up at the man.
"Yo. Why, though?"
The man squinted down at me. "I've. Been ques-tion-ing you...."
I squinted up at him and watched his lips move as he spoke at below zero per second. Whaaaat? Why was he talking so slow?
"....Fo-ooor the past. Fiiive min-uuutes---!"
"Well, that's weird." I raised my eyebrows, impatient that his bitchass speech wasn't wrapping up quick enough---while at the same time, truly surprised by the profound inaccuracy of his sentence. "Cause you've been questioning me, but I'm the one learning the information."
He stared at me for a moment, my annoying ass obviously making his skin crawl.
"FUCK!" The man slammed his fist down on the back of my chair and reached to grab a wooden case off the table. There was cursive lettering ingraved onto the side that read "FJM."
I watched as he pulled out a a silver switchblade. There was a blue, tie-dye theme on the handle and small crystals around the side and the bottom. Ingraved in its silver was also the letters "FJM". Huh....interesting, there was definitely a theme going on here.
He pulled a chair up next to me and and angrily set down. I watched the blade as it was lowered to my forearm. All of a sudden, his voice wasn't molasses slow anymore.
"What do you know."
I glanced at him and then back down at the knife. "....nothing."
His lips curled and I watched as his face contorted into such a red, veiny angry expression. And then he grabbed my forearm and did a quick 'one, two, three'. I just stared at my arm as the blood slowly rose from the wounds and dripped onto the floor. I now had three cuts verticle to my wrist. Um....I....but I felt like I should be feeling more pain. Cause where there's blood, there's pain, right?
I-I don't like what their putting in my arm.
"What. Do you. Know."
I thought back to what my mom had ever did, what she had ever told me. That wasn't right, I did know something. There were documents. And um....her research partner. I remember her research partner being at the Fourth of July party. Dad didn't like him much. And...something happened when I went to sleep. I remember my parents in the kitchen whispering, but I was too worn out to see what was wrong.
I glanced down at my foream. I was clinching my fist and the blood was seaping down my arm and onto my shorts. There was so much blood that pooled ontop of my skin that I could no longer see the cuts anymore. I slowly let my palm rest on the table.
"I....um...I don't remember much. Um....my parents had argued and her research partner was at the party."
He stared at me. "What party?"
"I....I mean, every party." I blinked, thinking back to Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays...Danny was always there. He was basically part of the family.
"That's not enough information. What happened recently?"
"I...."
My mom had asked me to hold some documents for her. She had said that it was for this bio experiment she was in on and wanted me to keep it until she got back from her trip to Mackinac Island. That was a month ago. I had put them on the bottom shelf to my bookcase in the living room. It was inside one of my notebooks for class. I hadn't really thought much about it, really.
"She gave me a key."
He sat up, immediately interested.
I bit my lip and shook the blood off my arm. "It was a key to a P.O. box, she wanted me to pick up something from there while she was gone. It was something about...."
He stood up and walked away from me as he flicked the switch back and forth. "Transtemporal."
"Ah..."
No idea what the fuck he was talking about.
"Yes, Transtemporal. Made by TTC."
He turned to look at me, the skin between his eyebrows bending as he observed me.
Yiiikes....did I say something wrong? I mean, it was a pretty intelligent guess to think that TTC might be involved since....I dunno, my mom had said she worked for them....??? Maybe she got fired and went rogue or something. I really don't know! I was pulling that shit out of my ass! Let me hurry up and gloss over this before he gets any ideas.
"Yeah, the P.O. box had a lot of documents about the Transtemporal. And also blood tests and dna tests on different prototypes for the creatures. I was like....so confused. I thought maybe she was writing a script for some sci-fi shit or something."
I laughed awkwardly.
"But it would be smart of you to keep my alive. Obviously, I don't have that information. And in order to get it from her, you'll have to lure her in. She would go to the police but if she knew you had me, she wouldn't."
He walked around the table and pulled the needle out of my arm. "Good idea. But first, I'm going to do some tests on you."
Judging by his reaction, he didn't have her. And she wasn't dead. Well, that was good. I just...hoped he stayed away from the rest of my family. If he had enough power to pretend to be the police and kidnap me, he had the power to kidnap them.
"Only point six percent of the world's population is AB negative. It's rare."
I blinked up at him. Okay, Einstein, don't know what the fuck that had to do with anything. Isn't that a blood type??
Wait, how did that go completely over my head?! He just said he was going to....!
An image of needles and tubes and electricity ran through my mind. When you see 'experiments' in the movies, scientists were a bunch of coldhearted humans with no soul. You never see them caring about the patients' wellbeing. Was I going to become like that creature on the table???
If this was 'the tea', sis, it would taste like a ka-ka mcflurry.
In other words...
Sounds like I'm fucked.