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Chapter 3 - 3.The Experiment

Remember our scary new friend, turned out her name was Ramona. Ramona was still a teen my age to be precised, as you are wondering and asking yourself how's Ramona scary.

Well Ramona wasn't your average teenager in the underworld would be considered the boss's right hand man or woman, she was really scary though she was a little pale, she wasn't that tall but she had those death stare eyes, her lower face part was iron steel like shattering shark teeth. I wish I was that brave to ask her to smile but the way she was dressed all animal skin, her coat was dog fur, her pants sheep skinned and as you have guessed her shoes snake skinned.

Funny thing is she even wore black leather gloves which I prayed and hope weren't animal made. Because the way she looked she definitely killed every animal she wore, so we followed her now we were no longer in the doctor's area now we were in what seemed to be an exhibit for different kinds of girls if you were that kind of guy you would have quite a choice... Everywhere we passed everyone stepped out of the way even big buff, scarred-face scary men, my thought Ramona was a badass.

It seemed like we were walking for hours I couldn't feel my legs. By the grace of God we arrived to a strange office Ramona entered, James followed I didn't even need to be informed I knew I had to stand outside. Minutes passed they felt like hours I got tired so I went to look for a place to sit and I found it, it was a bar stool I sat down not far from the office.

A strange doctor came to me this wasn't your normal doctor, this guy was a maniac more like a mad scientist. He was in scrubs I couldn't tell the color because they were covered in different colors but the color that really stood out was red which even a blind person could point out it's blood. He was strawny but really tall, his eyes sunken deep, bald head his head was shaped a little bit oval and pointy and he had twice the neck.

"There you are" he said looking at a file.

"Here I am" I chuckled nervously.

"My name is Dr. Vladimir, and you must be?" He asked nicely.

"Oh my name is Miles Jordan" I answered.

"Well that's an awesome name, Miles Jordan. Care to follow me to my office?" He led the way.

I didn't really think much about it, I really thought maybe James sent him so I followed him. We entered the room and someone closed the door behind us an assistant to be specific a cute one if I say so myself. She took the file from Dr. Vladimir and went through it.

Dr. Vladimir led me to a room it was so clean it was the first room that was clean in this place, I sat down what seemed to be an experimental chair.

"Comfortable isn't it?" Dr. Vladimir asked me.

"A little" I answered uncomfortably.

For a moment I shut my eyes that's how tired I was at least that's what I thought but when I woke up a little later I was tied down, my hands, feet and head and inside a capsule. Please note I was a little bit drowzy I couldn't tell clearly it was blur but I did spot out Dr. Vladimir and his cute assistant along with with different other doctors. My capsule suddenly went down slowly filled with smoke I saw James shaking hands with some guy, Ramona bringing a case and handed it to James.

My capsule started to fill up with with smoke without any waste of time I felt sleepy out of the sudden my guess I was getting drugged. Monitors began to beep, a big needle injection with a syringe filled with a frozen black gooey sludge. It drove in my chest as it goes it, it began to heat up the gooey sludge thingy melted when it got deeper inside my chest I heard the sound of the plunger push.

"Argh! Argh! Argh!" I screamed in agony it was so unbearable I tried to fight back. Now my body temperature so high I could out heat the sun itself.

"Heart rate close to a 100 percent Dr. Vladimir" someone said.

"What about the temperature?" Dr. Vladimir asked.

Then out of nowhere I heard chatter and by the sound of the bickering and panic, whatever was happening it wasn't supposed to happen nor was it a good thing. While I was fighting for my freedom I felt a bit of strength the screen cracked I stopped and by the sound of it I think I died because the monitors started to beep and not in a good way.