Thread: Blank (Beautiful_Disgrace and I)

Pain. Horrible, pounding, throbbing, hurting. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. All of it hurt, it hurt so much, like a hot iron spike slowly sinking into his lungs. He couldn't breathe, his ears were ringing. His body wasn't responding, it felt like he was thrashing against nothing at all. His eyes could see nothing, even though he tried to move them He couldn't. He couldn't tell if they were open or closed. If he could feel anything other than horrifying pain, it would be fear. What was happening? Why couldn't he see? Why couldn't he move?! I miss you... A voice, soothing, gentle. Like a balm to the angry child, who was that? He had never heard such a beautiful voice before. Suddenly, his world exploded in color, light hit his eyes with such clarity that he could see the lightbulb behind it. His first breath was ragged and heavy, letting out a choking, sputtering series of coughs and hacks as he squirmed.A needle was pulled out of his neck, a hole that closed instantly. There was no one in the room but the faint buzz of lights and the light clicks and clacks of machinery in the room. He felt hungry, beyond hungry. He had never felt such a horrible hunger in his life, his stomach thundered through his entire being. Another robotic arm, this time one who forced a nozzle into his mouth. Whatever that came out of it a cornucopia of flavor with the consistency of beef broth. He took heavy, hungry gulps until nothing more came out. It was rich, almost too rich. He had never remembered tasting anything so good. -- None of this should have happened, none of it should have been real. Most of the technicians were staring at him like he was a monster, maybe he was. Doctor Thomas Haas scratched his chin in mild thought, his sharp blue eyes narrowing faintly at their newest puzzle. It had been entirely a hunch, considering his compatibility was one hundred percent. That had never happened before, and was theoretically impossible. One hundred percent was vampire, not even human. But he had strong vital signs, extremely strong. D...Doctor? One of the technicians mumbled. There...there must be some mistake, there is no way that anyone- There is no mistake, Thomas murmured. No, those eyes...they were blood red. Brimming with power, brimming with hunger. Just like them, it was a chilling revelation. But knowing that he could be satisfied with food was enough. Summon Adrian, Thomas said faintly. Move the subject to the training room, he must understand, and so will we. -- He didn't understand, but at least his world was starting to get a little more familiar. He didn't recognize where he was, but he recognized Eden military when he saw it. That was a relief, he had wondered what happened...but he was honestly in no shape to argue. His body still felt wrong, his insides were churning. His heartbeat felt erratic as his eyes traced over everything almost mindlessly. He didn't know he was shirtless until the rough hands of the gloved guards moved him along carefully. He could hear everything . He could hear the faint exhale of air from their combat boots, he could hear the minute rattle of their weapons gently tapping against their vests. He could hear their heartbeats . All of the noises were so clear and yet so distinct. He couldn't muster up the ability to speak, because he felt like talking would make him vomit. He was grateful when they stopped moving, and when they reached the stainless steel floor, so cold and relaxing...he simply sunk down on it for relief. It was amazing, he had never appreciated cold floor until now. He closed his eyes contently, drifting into that wonderful state of limbo after feeling nothing but misery. And then slowly, but surely...he felt better. His guts weren't churning, his body was relaxing. He rolled over on his back with a labored grunt, arm over his eyes. What happened...? Why was he here...? Gunfire, screaming. Shoving someone out of the way, the horrifying hiss of one of the wretched coming at him, teeth. More screaming, more gunfire. Immediately, his hand went to his collarbone, shooting up as he glanced down almost in a panic. It was there, like a horrifying starburst of a scar. That was when he touched himself, and glanced his hands and arms. He tightened and flexed curiously, brows raised. What? What the hell was going on? He swallowed faintly, glancing around. It was nothing but a giant empty room. ...Hello? he called, his voice raspy and heavy. Good evening, Ian. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and some of them I won't be able to answer. You're in no danger, you're safely in District Zero of Eden. How are you feeling? Thomas said through the intercom. District Zero? I don't understand, Ian muttered. What's going on? Who are you? In due time, I promise. For now, though...your body is different. It is for your own safety and the safety of Eden that we allow you the chance to test it. You have the highest compatibility we have ever seen. But it needs to breathe. We will give you that chance. What? Ian said in confusion. Hey! That doesn't tell me anything! he growled. What the hell is happening!? It didn't seem to matter much, or at least...it didn't matter to them. No, no. He was not one of those... things . Impossible, they test that kind of thing early. The doors on the opposite end peeled open, and he swallowed tightly. Guess he didn't have a lot of choice now, did he?