[ Subject 097 ]
How long has it been since I've been stuck here? Days? Weeks? Months? I didn't know, I couldn't know, my memory felt as if I was nothing, as if my mind was just filled with facts I knew about the world and how to communicate, combined with a vague yet somehow powerful emotion that pushed me to think there was something I had to live for. I didn't know what that thing was, but it kept me sane, and kept my mind occupied as I remained attached to this prison they had built just for me. Well, the entire complex probably housed many other freaks such as myself, but my cell had the insane size to be able to hold at least fifty normal prison cells yet it felt so small from where I was. I was trapped in a huge glass tube which itself contained a smaller steel tube that closed itself when I was told to go to sleep. Inside the first tube was, from what I could tell, a green liquid that appeared to be that color from the inside by was completely transparent from my end, while the second tube was charged with an almost solid-like mass that felt like jell-o, probably meant to limit the possibilities of me moving. I was in the smaller tube, in a suit that looked like a straight jacket made of metal and special, spandex-like fabric, with multiple tubed connected to the top of the tube were glued onto that suit I was wearing and thus were planted into me as well. They were injecting something, a powerful drug and at constant doses, probably to keep my abilities at bay. They knew these wouldn't stop me from escaping, so they kept me drugged. If they were to get me out, they made sure I would faint before I'd make a move that was out of place. Well, I didn't really remember these, the tests, because of my memory being purged, but I did know I was refrained from escaping.
All of a sudden I heard a voice, to which I could not respond to due to the gas mask I was forced to wear when in my "cell". But as he announced we were getting freed, I didn't see anything open on my side, nor anything significant change at all. However, it would maybe because of my cell's placement that a minute later I would hear a loud buzzing noise, signaling the neutralization of the machinery placed on the ends of my straight jacket suit thing, ending my exposure to the drugs. I still felt helpless, possibly due to the effects lasting even without constant exposure, but this left me some time to hear what others were saying to this 066 guy and what was their plan. It would be nice to join, I'd like to have some help to get out. But I'd probably need to help myself first as I wouldn't see some random bunch of freakozoids come here just for me anytime soon. About another minute later and I could feel it, I could feel my immortal self flourish once more, tasting the glories of freedom as I released my power with great joy. By body was touching the suit, and the suit was connected to all the machinery and tubes in the cell, allowing me to focus a large scale aging process on everything connected to my suit, visualizing the expansion to the consumption of the last large tube. I then imagined the time they would leap, and that one was easy, I planned a billion years.
The suit was the first thing to rapidly rot in this environment, becoming nothing more than dust, then the jelly surrounding me rotted into a disgusting green mass before vanishing all together. Finally, both tubes crumbled to pieces quite quickly as they too had the aging process spread upon them, all the small pieces becoming even smaller pieces before vanishing in the air. I had fallen down a couple of meters, but at least I was prepared for it as I landed on the floor without hurting myself; The cell felt empty without these huge tubes or these scientists observing me. Actually, where were they? Did they freak out when the guy announced this? Oh well, I walked toward an already opened door, which led me into some locker room. Great, because as I forgot to mention, I was completely naked in exception to these control gloves they gave me. Memory erased or not, they sure checked if I retained what they taught me. I took a quick shower there, letting all the guys talk through that mic as I kept my hygiene going for me before dressing up appropriately. They kept casual clothes for me, jeans, a T-shirt, basic bras and panties for someone of my size, possibly for future training sessions. As I walked out, I also took a candy bar from the lockers and nibbled on it as I stepped out of my cell in general. I would only turn my head to the sound of footsteps.
A basic security guard had pointed a pistol at me, and I'm not magical kid, so I simply lifted my hands, candy bar still ridiculously in my hand. He appeared stressed, almost scared of me. Since he worked here, he probably expected a dangerous monster-thing to just come out of my belly and eat him, heck that's what I would expect. I didn't speak a word, nor did her. Or rather I was chewing my chocolate bar while he was panting out of fear. As he got closer and pulled out a set of handcuffs out of his pocket, my look turned into a glare. I didn't want to get back in one of those crappy cells, hell no. I didn't move, yet, I waited for him to be in my reach. As he got close enough, I simply slapped my first hand on his pistol while my other hand let go the candy bar and hit the hand he used to approach the cuffs toward me. He flipped and took a second for him to point the gun at him, but a that second passed, the gun was already half gone into complete dust. He froze as he saw that, the rotting of the hand gun continuing but only ending at the handgun. However, as I hit his unprotected hand, his arm was getting entirely devoured by the aging with no limits to is as it spread like a virus on living things. He screamed in agony, as the propagation was slow but fast enough to constantly hurt new nerves and hit the shoulder in a few seconds. There he was doomed and half his body was being consumed. When his head was hit, he didn't release a scream anymore. After a few more seconds, his whole body, including the skeleton, was gone, leaving only his extra handgun and two magazines. I would pick up his belt in general with his pistol and magazines attached. Hey, I was getting out of here, and I wanted extra protection, so a gun is where it's at.
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As I ventured through the gloomy corridors of the area, I considered it too... Mainstream to simply follow a pre-determined path. I couldn't hear the 066 guy or anyone else talk through the mics at this point in time and instead I would hear gunshots. That didn't sound good, so as I followed my first idea, I touched a wall I randomly selected, and made it rot to the point of creating a hole in which I would access a new area without trouble. Reinforced doors? Same treatment, nothing was immortal and nothing would maintain its shape in exaggerated periods of time. At one point during my little exploring of actually encountering little to no guards, I realized that the whole base was probably fighting out the grouped up experiments near my position. As the gunshots got louder and the screams more and more varied, I knew this idea was the right one.
I rotted myself through an air vent system, possibly the best godsend for a person of my size trying to escape. I would fit in one of those underground vents actually and keep going forward toward the shootings. That was probably my best bet to get out while avoiding deathly conflicts. As I crawled and slowly realized I had claustrophobic tendencies, I could feel the vibrations of neverending shooting and exploding right above me. And this is when I heard that guy's voice again. He shouted through a mic something about freedom, that these security guards would all die so they could be free. I actually agreed with this, these people took us apparently against our will and are new trying to kill us for trying to regain our freedom. They deserved to die... But that doesn't mean I have to be a hero.
As I progressed more and more, I realized this air vent served more as a drain than a freaking vent. Well duh, air vents are UP usually. I felt dumb there, but hey this got me pretty far without any trouble. As I reached a certain drain, I could see an automatic machine gun mercilessly brutalizing all those it seemed to cross sights with. Like one of those I could imagine seeing in an action movie. I was like, right under it and... Ugh I was slightly hesitant. In the end however I'd place my hand on the concrete above me, causing it to rot as well as the drain and the automatic gun. I didn't want to entirely destroy it, but rather destroy the obvious computer in the middle that allowed it to function alone as well as it's visor. The rotting was rather quick, rusting the metal before turning it into tiny little pieces that crumbled away. The system on it fried and made a little, noticeable explosion which would alert more attentive ones that the automatic gun had a malfunction. Since that thing was stationary and I didn't know where else this sewer would lead me, I quickly jumped up and hid behind the now shut down guy with rotted pieces of scrap metal all around it. If anything would end up too weird, I would simply hide back in that little hole I just made that led me to the sewer and wait for the shooting to end. Otherwise, I took a second to look at the gun while all the soldiers were focusing on the experiments they had already SEEN.
Raijinslayer