In a Surgery Lab...
The room was dark and grave-silent except for the beeping of the heart rate monitor.
The shadows of three, spread out In the dark place casting the ward in a gloomy aura of fear.
Looking at the origin of the shadows, three men dressed in long white lab coats stood around a surgical bed, their faces lit with seriousness and slight hope.
They were all about 40 years of age, their eyes, a blot of red due to exhaustion but also flickering with a type of madness as they focused on the figure on the bed.
"Increase Output rate by 40%." One of the scientists with long dark hair uttered, breaking the silence present in the room.
"Increasing output rate by forty." The AI voice repeated causing the heart rate monitor to start beeping fast as the figure on the bed suddenly began twitching.
It was that of a boy of about 16 with raven dark hair. His eyes were closed, his handsome white face lit in slight agony as some strange machine covered his mouth.
His legs and arms were stretched out beside him each bonded together with chains on the surgical bed rendering him unable to move them.
Different wires, holding strange dark liquids in them, could be seen, sticking into his body on various parts of it, while a large metallic pipe could be seen dipping into his head from below, a green serum bubbling within.
The boy's body repeatedly twitched causing the continuous clanking sounds of chains to echo in the lab.
"Increase Output rate by 80%." The scientist ordered again as the heart rate monitor increased its beeping.
The boy's eyes snapped open revealing deep blue irises, with the white of his eyes covered in bulging red veins due to pain.
His face, the true definition of a figure going through pain, and the veins that appeared all over them were more than enough to show that.
Pain.
Horrifying pain.
He felt as if a thousand bolts of electricity were being passed continuously into him destroying every minute cells in his body.
He screamed out in pain, but not a single voice was heard in the lab due to the sound prevention machine placed on his mouth.
"Increase Output rate by 90%." The same voice echoed out again as the beeping increased even faster.
Zeras felt his gaze slowly descending into the darkness but it was immediately dashed away as the pain slammed into him, resulting in another scream of agony, the surgical bed was being moved around while the chain clattered repeatedly.
"Test subject cells have reached their limit. The probability of mutation has increased by 93%." The AI voice echoed out in the room.
The scientist as if deaf to the voice coldly ordered:
"Increase Output rate by 99%."
The monitor's beep sound increased by hundreds of folds as Zera's eyes were immediately covered in a deep crimson color, his face covered in strange dark and red veins.
Blood oozed out from his eyes, nose, and ears as his body spasmed uncontrollably.
The pain was unbearable, comparable to that of every inch of his cells being destroyed. His body cells fought defensively against the invading elements but it was rapidly losing.
He eventually reached its peak as his eyes rolled to the back, his body falling on the bed with a thump.
The heart rate monitor stopped beeping at this point as the line on it became a constant straight.
"Test Subject 3028 body has reached its absolute limit. The cells have been corrupted by the BD-06 serum." The AI voice echoed out in the room breaking the stillness.
"Another Failure." One of the scientists said in a disappointed tone.
"Well, at least he was the highest result we have ever obtained, able to stand the infusion of the serum at 99% for ten seconds." The scientist who ordered the continuous increase said in a blank voice, making it unsure whether he was praising or disappointed.
"Dispose him of already. Let's take a break before the next subject comes in." The last scientist said as he clicked on his watch before the trio moved out of the lab.
Remaining in the room was Zeras who already fainted and was drowning in the pool of blood that oozed out from his senses.
The scientist didn't even bat an eyelid as if he was nothing but another rat who failed. This was the cruel reality of life.
A man dressed in dark overalls soon entered the lab unbounding the chain around Zeras before putting his body into the large bag in his hand.
His eyes held no emotion looking at the bloody figure of the boy. It was already a common thing at this point.
Carefully zipping the bag, he carried it in his hands as he moved out of the lab, the door zipping to a close and plunging the room into silence once again.