Project 13: Chapter 2
Chapter 2! I know there was meant to be a part 2 to chapter 1 but I said screw it and just made this chapter 2 since it is so long and there was no good place to break it.
This chapter is a little more graphic (I guess) and the rest of the story should be graphic as well..... I think, I don't know I will see what happens. Also sorry if this chapter is a little late I got distracted by real life, roommate issues, classes, loss of motivation, blah blah blah
Again thanks to all who commented, faved, watched, I really appreciate it and hope you enjoy my story and to those just joining us... PLEASE COMMENT! I really like to get feedback to improve and its kinda hard when I don't know what im doing wrong.
"Where.... Am....I...?"
The sudden intrusion of his voice caused all three furs in the room to jump. It seems as though no one noticed that he had awoken from his slumber since everyone was staring at him with shear astonishment. Silence once again filled the room, the three stood frozen unable to speak due to shock. He asked one more time
"Where am I?"
This time he spoke much more clearly; the last bits of information seemed to fall into their designated places, the world was now as clear as if he was born into and lived in it his whole life. As coherent as his new found perspective of this reality was, he couldn't help but "feel" something else lurking in the back of his mind, some kind of entity he couldn't explain.
"You are in a top secret base." His eye snapped back to the young male cheetah slowly making his way to the wolf. "The location is irrelevant and also has no connection to the outside world." His tone was cold and professional; even his eyes were void of any clue as to what he felt. "My name is Dr. Aidan Shavargo; I am in charge of this project and the research on you."
"Research?..... Project? What is going on?" The wolf asked with a little confusion in his voice.
"You are part of an ongoing experiment that was testing and observing...." Dr. Shavargo started but was soon interrupted by a loud bang, causing everyone to jump a second time, the large doors at the opposite end of the room flew open and two burly furs walked through the opening. The two furs were identical in every conceivable way; both of them were giants, standing almost 7ft tall and had the build of what seemed to be a body builder on steroids. Looking at the two was like looking in a mirror; both of them were tigers, from their indistinguishable orange fur along with their equal black stripes, to every little detail and significant imperfection, it matched the other perfectly... they seemed to be less likely twins but rather clones. There was, however, something "off" about the two, there eyes had no life to them... their eyes were the eyes of a dead man; no life, love, happiness, light, pain, emotion, soul...... nothing. They just stood still, stone-faced and staring straight forward without a though in their head.
Suddenly the tigers turned to face each other, moving out of the way of the door to let a much smaller weasel through the opening. The weasel looked like nothing when compared to the two furs towering over him; he was no taller than 5'10 and was in his late 30s. He had sleek build to him and wore a nice suit, his brown a white fur was well groomed and his hair was slicked back. His well kept appearance completely contradicted his attitude; a look of antipathy and hate was written across his muzzle and his beady black eyes gave off the impression that everything and everyone was his to play with and do with as he pleases. He turned to the two other doctors in the room and yelled, "Get back to work or I will personally see to it that you two worthless retards are the next candidates for an experiment I have in mind". The two doctors gave a look of shear terror and quickly went back to checking their charts and machines.
The weasel made his way across the room. "Good Evening Director Cross" Shavargo said, forcing out the pleasantry in a monotone voice.
"Shut up, just because I can't do anything to you due to your piece of shit father doesn't mean I can't make your life a living hell" the Director snapped at Shavargo then brushed past him. Shavargo had a look of disgust painted across his muzzle and pure hatred in his eyes staring back at the Director.
The Director made his way over to the table where the wolf lay, stopping at the edge to observe the wolf. "So you are finally up huh? About god damn time! I was waiting forever for your lazy ass to wake up but now that you are up you are going to give me the answers that I seek" the wolf just looked straight into the Director's eyes with a cold emotionless stare. "What's the matter, forgot how to talk or are you just brain-dead like the other experiments ..... here let me remind you" he Director raised his paw and struck the wolf across the face, the blow caused his head to turn a little but the wolf never broke eye contact with the weasel keeping his icy stare right on the Director, which angered him.
"Sir, you shouldn't do that. He just woke up and we have no idea what he is capable of yet." Shavargo stated, this time his voice had a little more hate in it.
"Don't you dare tell me my business, He my property and I don't give a FUCK what you have to say about it!"
"With all due respect, he is a person just like you and me... no one owns him, he is no ones property."
"#13 is not a person! He is my experiment and I own him"
"#13?"
"That is what he is to be called from now on. He has no name; he is a nobody with no past and therefore doesn't deserve a name. Now shut your mouth, I'll be damned if I'm lectured by someone like you!"
The cheetah just turned his head in defeat and buried his head in his clipboard while the Director's attention once again turned to #13 whose stare remained on the Director. "Fine" he said lowering his head so his gaze met the wolf's..... "There are other ways to get you to give me what I'm looking for" he breathed, his sour breath making #13 cringe. The Director's eyes slowly traced down to the table beside the wolf where a scalpel lay, his hand made its way down and he grasped the blade in his hand and brought it back up to #13. He placed the blade right in front of the wolf's eye, trying to evoke some sort of response from him but to no avail..... The wolf's stare remained the same; cold and emotionless, showing no fear, no worry, no panic yet only showing a hint of surprise and confusion when the Director turned his back to him and made his way to the polar bear occupying the other side of the room and suddenly slashed him across the face with the blade. The bear yelped from the sudden pain and the surprise laceration across his face, he fell backwards and held his face which was now gushing torrents of blood; the blood seeping from the wound down the bears face and arm before dripping onto the floor.
A sudden realization hit #13 hard..... "BLOOD!" he yelled in his mind. The mere sight and smell of blood assaulting his senses seemed to bring out something that was hidden in the back of his mind. His eyes widened, pupils dilated, he started to salivate, his heart rate increased and his body tensed up. His left eye also started to burn within its socket and a sharp pain shot through his stomach causing him to cringe and grab his abdomen. "What is this feeling?" he thought to himself, "..... HUNGER!" He resisted letting the hunger take over him but it was a losing battle, the urge was too strong and he couldn't resist anymore, the hunger had won.
Before anyone had time to react #13 leaped from his table and pounced on the injured polar bear, sinking his teeth into the throat of the frail doctor. At this point he was no longer in control of his body, he was completely conscious but something else had taken over and was using his body as its own, bending his actions to its own will. His jaw clamped down hard on the throat of the doctor causing his teeth to puncture deep into the skin, a river of blood surged from the neck of the bear into #13 muzzle, filling it with the metallic tasting liquid. The doctor screamed out in pain and fright but was soon muffled by the blood pooling in his mouth, coughing it up only to spray it over his face and the floor around him. The blood was making #13 stronger, he felt like his strength was returning to him and it felt incredible. He wasn't done here though, he thought to himself, he was going to drink every last drop of blood from everyone in this room. These thoughts slowly enveloped him and he started to lose himself, the creature in the back of his mind was taking over his thoughts, soon #13 would disappear and the creature would have complete control.
The sound of a gunshot filled the air and the bullet hit #13 in the shoulder tearing into his flesh. The sudden impact from the bullet knocked #13 backwards off of his victim causing him to release the hold he had on the doctor's neck. The loss of pressure on the wound caused it to spray blood uncontrollably, painting the floor and wall with its deep crimson color. Snapping back to reality #13 was back in complete control of his body, the being in his mind and the hunger virtually gone, raising to his knees #13 tried to regain his composure only to look upon what he had done with horror. The doctor lay only a few feet away covered in his own blood, only a slight whimper and a few audible gurgling noises were coming from the doctor as he held his neck, desperate to stop the bleeding. #13 wiped the blood from his muzzle then looking down at his paws, which were still covered in the doctor's blood, started shaking at the fact of what had just transpired. "What the hell happened to me?" he thought still looking at his paws. His gaze lifted and met with everyone else in the room, the room was filled with a mixture of surprise, fear, and astonishment; #13 followed their gaze over to the spot where the bullet penetrated his body, there his eyes filled with terror. Not only was the bullet wound almost completely healed his blood was suspended in mid air. His blood leaked from the remaining wound and spilled out into the room where it just floated, thin ropes of the crimson liquid snaked around his arm and down his torso floating around his body never falling to the ground. Confusion and panic gripped #13 as the world he thought he understood was now falling apart, he fell forward onto his hands and knees felling sick. Another gunshot when off as the Director shot the dying doctor in the head, further sullying the floor with the remains of the polar bear as well as putting the bear out of his misery (or as the Director saw it "getting rid of the trash.") #13 didn't even look up; he kept his eyes fixed on the floor still distraught and in a state of confusion. A pair of shoes entered his field of vision; he looked up to see the Director standing over him. #13 eyes which were once void of any feeling were now filled with confusion and desperation looking up at the Director desperately looking for answers. A smile crept its way across the Directors muzzle as one word escaped his lips....
"Success..."
He raised the gun, placing it against #13 head, and pulled the trigger.
And that's chapter 2.... No the story isn't over I just though that would be a good cliffhanger.
I am a little curious to see if anyone can figure out the meaning behind Dr. Shavargo's name... either comment or PM me if you think you know what it means
Also there is a manga out there (my current fav) that I based his powers off of, if anyone is curious feel free to ask