As the boy lay strapped to the table, men in white looked down upon their faces covered by masks. As he struggled at his binds, he yelled and cursed the names of the men he saw. One man walked up to him, holding a syringe filled with a blue liquid. As the man neared with the needle, the boy nearly lunged at the man, only to come up short, for he still laid bind to the table. Once the needle was in the boys arm, he slowly started to calm, his eyes, becoming half shut, barley able to see what was going on. “He’s down, you can let them in now.” Drifting his head over, he could see that two people came into the room. One male, one female. “He’s is in a very violent state now. The only way to put him under was do what we call is “life over death”. He is now in a very deep sleep, but it won’t last long, so I suggest that you make it brief.” The man and woman walked over to him, the women was in tears for some reason, he felt that he should help her, but his body wouldn’t move. “Son, if you can hear us, we want you to know that we love you and that were doing this for your safety and are own.” The man said. The boy just lay there, staring up at him, wondering why this man was calling him son, yet he felt that it was right. One of the men in white came up to the couple, gesturing them out. “Mr. and Mrs. Redgarve, you have to leave now, we are about to do the operation on him now.” With that, the two were gone. ‘Wait, don’t leave me here!’ As the men put needles in his arms, three men came in; wearing what looked like military uniforms. “Doctor Higgins, where is this new test subject that you promised me?” the biggest officer said. One man looked over his shoulder to see the man. “Ah, general Starch, so good to see you. The boy is right here on the table.” Referring to the half out boy. The general studied him for a seconded, looking over his whole being. “Kind of scrawny isn’t it?” He asked. Higgins laughed. “Yes, well, the experiment will make him stronger than he looks to let you know, so you won’t have worry about that.” The general still didn’t believe him. “What about his parents?” the doctor laughed again. “Well then we will just tell them that it didn’t work and that he could still kill them.” The general nodded in agreement. “Proceed Doctor.” Once he heard this, Higgins reached for the saw that lay on the tool table, and started to cut the boys head open. ‘Hey, stop that! It hurts! I can still feel it!’ But the boy’s body didn’t move, it just laid there on the table, stiffer than a rock. After Higgins stopped cutting into the boy’s skull, blood flowed over the child’s head, into his eyes. “Now that we have cut through his skull, we may now implant the wires to his lobs.”
Higgins was overjoyed by this. No test subject has ever made it this far. The boy looked at the doctor with half open eyes, like he was looking into his soul. ‘What are you doing to me? What did I do?’ With his lips curling back, Doctor Higgins took two wires, showing them to the boy. “Look, you’re the only one to make it this far and, well, live.” The boy didn’t reply, well, not physically. ‘What are you talking about? What are you doing to me, it hurts!’ Inserting the wires, Doctor Higgins attached them to what looked like a monitor, turning knobs and throwing switches on the control panel. Sending electric shocks to the boy’s brain. “This general, will let him know that if he does something that we don’t what him to do, we will send a painful shock through his system.” The general was pleased with what the doctor was doing. He may very well get his weapon after all. “But,” the doctor added. “this may take awhile.” This displeased the general. “Why doctor?” Higgins ran to the other side of the table, afraid that he was going to be hit. “Since the subject has lasted this far, it may take awhile for him to submit and to alter his DNA.” Starch sighed. This is not what he wanted to hear. “It better be worth the wait.” And with that, Higgins went back to work.
It’s been several months since Higgins has seen the general. His work with the boy has come a long way. As he works on the boy, general Starch came in. “How’s it coming Higgins?” The doctor was delighted to see the general had stop by. “Come see for yourself.” Referring to the object on the table. As the general walked over to the table, he could see that the cloth that had been placed on top of him was moving up and down. A sign that he was alive. Once he reached the table, Higgins slowly removed the cloth to reveal what looked to be a corps. “What is this Higgins? The morgue!” Doctor Higgins chuckled to hearing this. “No general, this is what I have done so far.” On the table, lay the body of the boy who he had taken from the Redgarves a few months back. Only there were a few things different. His skin, for one thing, was no longer a healthy tan, glowing with personality, but now a ghostly white; it looked like he was almost transparent. His finger nails were now black, and somewhat charred from Higgins experiments. The boys lips were also black now as well, sealed shut by a glue put on his lips earlier. And lastly from what the general saw, was that the boys hair, what used to be a light brown oak, was now snow white, and down to his shoulders. The way he looked was just alien to Starch. As he took one last look over the body, Starch noticed that the wrist cuffs that were supposed to hold the boy down were open. “Why are his cuffs open like that?” Higgins looked down at the table and smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s down, he can’t hurt you.” Doctor Higgins spoke to soon, because as soon as he said that, the boy’s eyes opened. Turning his head, the boy looked into the generals eyes, as if he was talking to his soul. When Starch saw the boy’s eyes, he nearly broke out into a cold sweat. What he saw was not human. This child had emerald green eyes that could calm the most savage hearts, now which was replaced with deathly golden yellow eyes, and the whiteness of his eyes was now a deep black. “Why is his eyes open? And why do they look like that?” Doctor Higgins looked down at the body like it was a thing and didn’t matter. “Oh, he does that sometimes.” Starch still thought that the way that his eyes were the scariest thing that he ever saw. “Why are his eyes like that? And his, well, everything?” Doctor Higgins looked down at the boy and grinned. “You like? I got the idea from a show that my son watches. His eyes are like that because if you are on the battle field and you saw this young man’s eyes? What would you think? That death is at your door, or you need new pants.” He pointed at the boy’s body. “I choose this because of all the things that you can do with it. His skin is like an iron hide, and can give perfect camouflage in dust storms, snow and other scenarios. “His hair is the same thing with the camo.” Looking down at his eyes, Higgins poked the blackened area. “His eyes can also see in the dark, while his ears have been strengthening to the sensitivity of a million dogs!” Higgins screamed as loud as he could, afraid that no one would hear it. “And I believe that this is my greats work yet sir!” Starch took one last look at the boy before the cloth was put back over him. “How much longer till he’s done?” Higgins thought about this for a moment, putting all the numbers together. “About a few more years.” A lab assistant came running up to Higgins, out of breath. “Sir, the Redgarves are here to see you.” Higgins nodded and the assistant left. “Time to get rid of a problem now.” At the far end of the lab, two people came in. Mr. and Mrs. Redgarve. “Aw, how delighted to see you both. How are you?” Higgins asked. “We really just came here to see if our son is alright now.” Mr. Redgarve said, his voice deepened from the moths that his son has been here. “Well, your son has shown no sign of change. I’m afraid that he was a fail.” Higgins tried to say without laughing. “But can we see him?” Mrs. Redgarve Higgins thought about this for no longer than a split second. “No.” This angered Mr. Redgarve. “Why!?” Higgins let out his laugh, no longer able to hold it in. “Because he is no longer your son.” This made Mrs. Redgarve furious not able to see her child. “WHERE IS HE YOU WORM!!!?” Now the good doctor was scared, but then he got a really great idea. “Well, if you want to see him, then come to the table…” Higgins was eager to see what would happen. As Mr. Redgarve headed over to the table, he could see the cloth on it rise and fall, thinking that it was his son. When he reached the table, Mr. Redgarve could just barely make out what was under the cloth. Taking it off, Mr. Redgarve saw what looked like a dead albino. “What kind of sick joke is this? Where is he?” Doctor Higgins couldn’t help but smile, this was going better than he could predict. “This is your son. We had to change him up to make the, um, process to work right.” Mr. Redgarve had heard enough. Tightening his fists, he ran over to Higgins, fist ready to strike, only to be cut short by his wife, who had her hands balled up, and egger to tear his face off. Knocking Higgins onto his back, Mrs. Redgarve began to punch furiously at his face, leaving bloody pools all over. Higgins was now scared for his life, it looked like it was going to end for him. But he had an idea. “Yont, wake up, I need you.” On the table, the boy that laid there was now standing up, looking at the woman on the doctor. “Get her off me!” When Higgins looked back at the table, he could see that the child was no longer on the table. Looking back at Mrs. Redgarve, he saw the boy, standing over her. Lifting her by the waist, the boy took her away from the bruised doctor. Setting her down on the floor, the boy looked down upon her, wondering why she looked familiar. “Kill them.” Higgins said, his face, covered in purple. The boy stood there, his golden globes staring off into Mrs. Redgarves eyes. “I said kill them now!”But the boy did not move. He felt as if she was something to him. “Tony, it’s me, your mother. Don’t you remember?” ‘I know you, but, who are you? You say that you’re my mother, but are you?’ As he reached his hand out to her, Mr. Redgarve could see Higgins reaching for a button. “Hey, stop!” but he was too late. Higgins activated the electric nodes in his brain, sending a 5000 volt shock through his body. As he screamed in pain, Mr. Redgarve ran over to Higgins, lunging at him, knocking him down. The remote that held the boy to Higgins, was dropped, and skidded across the floor. Mr. Redgarve saw an opening and dove for the remote, hopping to turn the tide, only to be stopped by the albino boy, whose foot was crushing his hand. “Now this is more like it,” Higgins laughed. “Now, let’s try this again, kill him.” Mr. Redgarve looked up in the boys eyes, to see nothing. No sadness, no anger, only fear. Lifting Mr. Redgarve up by his throat, the boy slowly tightened his grip, his black nails into Mr. Redgarves neck, blood started to flow. The albino, throwing his prey, began to smile. Walking over to where Mr. Redgarve fell, he could see where his fingers were, the blood print of his hand stained Mr. Redgarves neck. For some reason, this made the boy even happier. Standing over the old man’s limp body, the boy raised his foot over Mr. Redgarve head. As he looked down at his terrified face, a twisted grin appeared on the boys face, as if he was enjoying this. The last thing that Mr. Redgarve saw was his son’s foot, and then, blackness. Mrs. Redgarve just sat there, watching her former son, wiping the blood off his shoe. Soon, the boy looked over at her, with the same look in his eyes as before. As he walked over to her, Mrs. Redgarve slowly stood up, hoping to make a bluff that would get him to stop. But it didn’t work, for the boy continued to approach her, his lips curled back in a twisted smile. When he was close enough, the boy stared into her eyes, his golden globes piercing her soul. As she was about to tell him that she loved him, the boy thrusted his hand into her stomach, his hand flat and ripping her stomach open. Forcing his hand farther in, Mrs. Redgarve fell over his shoulder, her eyes blank. The boy liked how this felt. The sensation of warm blood flowing through his hands. Taking his hand out, the boy lets Mrs. Redgarve fall to the floor, her body still. As he looked over her, Higgins took the remote and activated the probes in the boys head, causing the boy to scream in pain. Soon the boy could not handle it, and feel over, submitting to the pain. “That’s a good boy.” Higgins said. “That was not how I wanted you to get rid of them.” Starch was standing at the other side of the room, very displeased. “Don’t worry sir, we can have this fixed in no time.” Starch was still impressed with the overall test that was, unnecessarily conducted. “The boy still has a few bugs to work out. But don’t-“ Starch held up his hand. “Just get it done.” And with that, he walked away.
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