Snippet #2633967

Still creeping along cell, after cell, Zeke continues to blindly follow the strange raccoon. His cloudy mind is slowly putting things together as the medication begins to lose effect. He was released from his cell by what is seeming less and less like a hallucination. Hallucinations cannot open doors, therefor it must be a dream. However hitting the floor sure hurt like it was real so he must be awake. That would mean... would mean... this is real? And the eyes of the creature, so nostalgic. So... as he tries to drowsily put everything together he sees that the raccoon has stopped at a cell door. He slowly raises his head and reads the subject number.

"GNS-088..." He mutters as he begins to go into tunnel vision, but it is not the drugs this time. He watches as the raccoon starts climbing the door with the keycard in its lower set of front legs. The sound of classical can be heard, muffled, from inside. Then a stirring can be heard, the music stops, replaced by something pressing up against the windowless reinforced and airtight cell door.

"Good girl, Skitters, and you've made a friend as well, extravagant!" Speaks a strange yet eloquent female voice from within the cell. "Mister Ezekiel, we have much to catch up on."

Ezekiel begins to back away from the cell, sluggishly, his body feels heavy. Memories of excruciating pain begin to flood back, worse than any experiment that had been conducted on his body, no, it was more like his soul itself was on the dissection table. As the cell opens, a pair of violet eyes, only almost human meet with his, pupils within them an S shape that quickly dilates into an 8. He falls backwards, shaking himself some from his daze and mustering enough strength to burn through his jacket. Blue fire spurts forth causing the raccoon to recoil and hide behind the figure, but they begin walking forward.

"Ezekiel..." The voice beckons, Zeke grits his teeth, fight or flight, and he's chosen the former.

"You ain't getting in my head again you monster!" As the figure gets in range he lunges at her, his hand ablaze with blue fire. He feels, if he lands just one blow he may have a chance, he may have... may... he's stopped in place. "What..?"

Wrapped in a series of tendrils, his arms and legs are completely restricted, and regardless of any attempt to struggle, the grip it has is much stronger. And then as he looks forward, all he sees now is eyes staring back.

"I'll make everything better." She says in a soft tone, but it still feels... inhuman. "Just take care of father, okay?"

Before he could make another attempt to get free, he feels an impact upon the back of his head and begins to black out. He can vaguely hear as his hearing fails one last thing other than the clash of his body against the metal floor. The creature's voice muttering something.

"...sorry..."

Moments later he awakens with his head feeling... something. A blank expression on his face, his skin pale and breathing shallow. And there's something in his hand. The keycard. He slowly gets up and begins heading towards the elevator, at this point he didn't care about much else, he just wanted to go up and out of here. He needed no other reason than to get as far away from her as possible. A chime plays as he swipes the keycard over the scanner and he gets in, pressing the button for the surface floor. On its way up the lights in the elevator turn red and the elevator stops, a shriek from deep in the shaft echoes through sending him into a frenzy, clawing at the door, prying it open with all his strength and crawling into the nearest floor. He stops to take a breather. He starts to chuckle softly to himself, running his hand across some carpeting realizing he's on one of the moderate risk floors, floor 8.

"Yeah... YEAH... YEAH!" He chants, trying to build himself up. "Suck it, statistics, I'm out of here."

He gets up, dusts himself off, walks over to the stairwell entrance triumphantly and runs the keycard over the door.

"Yellow alert in effect, voice confirmation required."

"Uh..."

"Voice is of Ezekiel, Status: Aethera Subject Gamma. Access denied."

Defeated by that evil invention known as "technology" he slumps onto the floor.

"Why has fate conspired against me so tragically...?"