The room was cold and dark, as the door opened. Two guards bearing their weapons went inside and turned on the light. The feeling 3 got was one of horror and anxiety as he saw the table in the centre of the room. It was one of the overview labs, commonly used to perform some type of surgery on the Subjects, for better or worse. The male remembered the room, as fresh as if it had been the day before yesterday. This was the room that they had used on him to make him into an Hadesian.
His eyes scouted the area, but there was no doctor or any medical staff. His ears lowered yet kept alert, this felt odd and strange indeed. Rather then feeling nervous he felt frightened, nothing was said to him not even the two guards, who were well armed, had anything to say.
"What's going on here?!" He yelled, knowing someone somewhere had the answers. They had too, he wouldn't be brought there with no reason. Yet perhaps he stepped on the Administrators toes too much? Perhaps everything he had begun to believe was correct, everything that he thought a lie after all. That he was merely mistaken. "Answer me dammit!!" He said growling as he hissed and bared his fangs, the curses kept going yet no response came what so ever. The male knew that he couldn't attack the guards, unless he wanted to get shot. Even he was not so foolish, but then his eyes saw a small tray of equipment. On it was equipment for surgery, his fears became reality they would indeed do something to him. But what... And why.
"He is an interesting one down there." A male voice said as he pointed towards the Subject within the surgery room. "Very feisty as well... Is this a common trait amongst them?" As a pale male, around the age of thirty, said softly to two others. All three of them had been watching the spectacle from above, behind a hidden glass plate, watching curious how the Subject 3 would behave. "So this is one of the Unit 7 units then." As the man scratched his chin, his blonde hair was wavy and fell towards his shoulders, moving towards the glass he took a closer look, noting the scar on the cheek, bfore grabbing a palet and watching over data that came on the screen.
"Shall I ask for more security? 7 - 3 has been known to cause havoc against the guards." Another man said, much older of age. His nametage displayed the name of Lucient Kincaid, head of security. But the third waved his hand off at this. "There is no need for this Lucient, 3 is merely afraid. At most concerned for his well being." Dr. Consumed Oracle spoke as he went to the window as well, watching the cat as some of the equipment was thrown off onto the floor.
"I want answers already!... Where is doctor Oracle?! Or anyone?!" He hissed as 3 looked again at the table. It had indeed been geared up for someone, or thing. As he shivered at the prospect.
The three men from above kept watching the actions. Dr Oracle soon placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "Do not worry Hawke, he cannot see, smell or hear us. It is always something special to first see a Subject. Especially the ones of Unit 7." As Oracle laughed softly, his eyes staring at the cat. He took the tablet from Hawke and browsed through it untill 3's profile appeared. "My apologies, I should start adressing you as doctor Hawke now shouldn't I? Haha... As you can see, 3 has been here since the first years of the project. A Hadesian... Alas, most that underwent that treatment, had failed to meet our expectations."
The other man stared at Oracle for a moment before watching the data in his hand. "I see. And that is why you have kept this one alive?" As Hawke arched a brow in response, somewhat curious to why such an unruly figure would be kept in the program.
Doctor Oracle merely sighed, "We believe that his behavior stems from post-traumatic syndrom. During the first years that the cat, Subject 7-3, was here the young lad was one of our most promosing achievements. Not only the first to survive the Hedasian treatment, but also his loyalty." A sigh came from the medical man's mouth, shaking his head. "But after an unfortunate, incident, we lost another one of our Subjects to an exprimental drug we had begun testing." "With incident you mean..." Hawke asked curiously, but dared not say it fully. "There were complications sadly. 7 - 8, died a very horrible and painfull death. We were not able to kill him in time." For a mere moment one could almost have seen some sort of regret on Oracle's face, as if he had felt guilt for what they had done towards the Subject. "Subject 8 had taken 3 into his care. Whilst not family, they were almost inseperatable... The loss came hard on the cat it seemed. And after that began to rebel. That cat down there is the result... However, he has proven worthy dispite his nature to us." As a smirk developed on his face, grinning at the idea.
3 was suddenly detained as both guards grabbed his arms and brought him to the table. The cat kept struggling regardless, one of his claws able to scratch one of the guards, who ducked away. But the response was the backside of a rifle to his jaw. "Arrghh..." As 3 huffed, groaning from the pain.
"We have some complications with the Hedasian that we will be adressing today. You Hawke, shall be my second for this operation." As Oracle made a gesture to follow him. "Owh and Lucient? Please make sure the others are watched more carefully... With 7 - 2's recent visions, along with 3's behavior, we do not wish for any isseus to arise." And with that, both medical doctors went towards the room where 3 was being held, the cat hissed as he saw the two approach. "Aah, good afternoon 7 - 3. Thank you for comming." As the sarcasm was clearly read in the doctor's voice.
"As if I ever had a choice." The reaction prompted Oracle to get close to the cat's face, stroking his cheek where the scar was. "Indeed... As if ever no?" Before he pulled back and looked at Hawke. "Today we'll be making sure that you can control your gift more, 3. Some of the Administrators would not like this. But you know we are , short, on your Type." As the doctor chuckled.
Hawke watched interested towards the cat. "Shall I give sedatives before we proceed?" Staring at the other doctor, awaiting the order. "No need for that. His body has regenerated this morning. No need to use valuable materials, besides. He would fight the drugs in his sytem anyways on a subconscious level." As a lever was pulled, several screens came from the ceiling and other material was brought in by some of the nurses.
"Experiment Hadesian version 2.5 ... Subject's number is 7 - 3. Preparing for the surgery." As both doctors put on their gloves and looked at the cat, who had begun to sweat. 3 widened his eyes when he heard that they wouldn't use any sedatives for this. This wasn't a simple surgery, no this was their way of showing who was boss. He would survive, they made sure of that. But at the cost of his will needing to be broken.
A syringe was taken as some dark blackish fluid was absorbed, 3 shivered at what would be in it, but couldn't say anything but a small howl as the needle was pressed into his arm. The liquid felt warm and his arm started to burn. He protested, shaking heavily at this sensation.
"Administration of the first drug of the Hadesian 2.5 successfull. Subject is in small amounts of pain, but stable. Starting vital recording and transmitting the data towards the datacentre... Doctors Hawke and Oracle performing the surgery."
The guards took their leave, as they heard the screams of the subject filling the room as the surgery began.
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