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Jantec stood in his own, disturbed world, which seemed to encompass so much more than reality could, even in her vivid nightmares.
Right now, though, he wasn't focusing on the present, or thinking of a future kill to come, he was looking back, focusing on the day they let him out of his cage, the day they took his leash off, the day she found him, the day his sadistic angel showed her disgusting face.
Just thinking about the events filled his body with a small spark of pleasure, satisfaction, arousal almost, and it did dangerously taunt his his apatite.

He was sitting alone in his little room, in the middle of the floor, his knees were drawn up to his chest, his arms childishly wrapped around them, or, would have been, because he was still in the boney-grips of a straight jacket, which currently looked like a large, skeletal hand, trying to slowly squeeze him until his torso collapsed, and he was doing nothing more than looking, looking at his own world.
The walls were white, as always, but they had some colour to them, a fleshy sort of unnerving colour, and within an instant, he knew why it unnerved him.
Faces, faces everywhere, they'd been resting calmly in the nexus behind the walls, that unknown world they never let him out into, but now they wanted in, the wanted to hurt him, he could see it, the skin of the walls would stretch, grow taught to the form of a face, or hundreds at once, all leaving behind them a trail of wrinkled wall on either side as they tried to break through it's membrane.
They didn't have eyes, socket-less hollows the wall's milky skin dug into and filled, it sunk into their mouths as well, when they tried to speak, nothing but wordless, choked or muffled gargles came, the sickening sound like a man gasping for air, gasping for a breath, trying to force what air he did have out of his lungs and into his vocal cords to form a plea for help, except, the man's throat was slashed, and only the wet gargle of the damned and dying presented itself.
Jantec found this sound soothing, akin to the harmless cries of a bog filled with whippoorwills, right outside one's window on a calm summer night, this soothing allowed him to take his eyes of the haunted faces, whom, as he started to notice, had nothing but fear, or pain etched on their writhing beings, they were harmless, so the rest of the room could be examined.
He looked up at the ceiling, and discovered there was none, just an expansive, and endlessly rising blank white void, no form, no substance, it's only beginning was the send of the skinny-walls, and it's only possible end, the end of all things, but before he could contemplate this, he noticed something more interesting.
Suspended in the air, was an animal, a dead one, it looked like one of the old trial-Omegas he'd seen in a picture, “Cow” they called it, except this on was split open right down the center, each half fully pulled back.
Why it was in the middle of the not-ceiling he didn't know, but he started to figure out as he paid attention to it's entrails, which slowly coiled, formed into living snaked and bared their fangs, massive orbs of light dangled out of their open mouths.
“What a beautiful way to light a room! Truly, art!” he said aloud, though no one listened, and for some reason, that struck a question in him, he'd seen the bars of his cages, the ceiling that had abandoned him, but what was he sitting on?
He looked down, and with emotionless eyes, surveyed the blue-gel like substance he seemed to be floating on-top of, something told him it was an endlessly deep ocean of whatever this gel was, and as he was about to poke the surface to test its depths, with no warning arms broke it's gelatinous surface, they clawed at the sky, wrenched and writhed, they were groping, grasping for something, or just contorting in great pain, that's also when the cow started screaming, a soft gentle scream, almost just a shrill hum.
He knew he needed to be somewhere else, these arms would grab him and rip at his skin until he was nothing but shreds to feed the gel, so he looked around for something, and he spotted something.
A headless, and naked male body was suspended in the air, near the wall, the left wall, the only one without faces, it's arms were stretched out to the wall, he wondered what held it up, but he needed safety, and some nameless part of him, for no reason, said the corpse was something to be laid on.
As he got up and walked along the gel, each step made a sickening “Squish” sound, which he sort of liked, reminded him of walking over organs, and occasionally he had to strike out at the arms, beat them out of his path before he could flop on his suspended corpse.
“Marvelous!” He said, noticing how the corpse hung in the air, it's left arm, and leg were against the wall, and also in it, the wall absorbed them, supported it's wait, and his, it was almost like bolting a bed to a wall, and just as he curled up, he heard skin split, and all the walls faces shrieked.

That one, solid slab of flesh had torn itself from the wall in a bloody mess, and things were stepping though it's wounded mass, three things, then the thing became people, then the people became women, and then Jantec's heart jumped, something to kill.
Reality started to return to him, slightly, as his lips formed into a cruel and sadistic smile that did nothing to hide his savagery, and his sparkling blue eyes locked onto the middle-woman's steely green ones.
She wasn't like the others, no pick uniform, no white shoes, she was dressed in business attire, everything about her screamed it, from her blouse, to the short, well ironed skirt, from her pantyhose and high heels to the bun she kept her hair in, and the thinly framed glasses she wore, but what caught his attention, was she returned his smile, and he could see himself in it, oh lord could he.
She walked right up to him, not even a foot away, with no fear at all, as her companion nurses coward at either side of the door, she slowly undid his mouth-guard and spoke to him, too, not in a doctor's tone, or a nurses sympathy, her voice was low for a women, a sort of seductive, slick tone, and he could hear the frozen cruelty in it.
His eyes focused on her lush, fully ruby-red lips as she spoke, they were so full, they curved into such a perfectly monstrous and seductive smile, he wanted them, right in the palm of his hand, and she sure wouldn't need them, after he killed her, but, the words coming from those lips sparked his attention.
He was so entranced with her lips, he didn't notice when she reached around him and undid his straight jacket, which he subconsciously sloughed off.

“Here, you'll want this, hard to work in reality if you can't even show up.”

She had stretched a hand out to him, finely manicured nails, painted candy-apple red jutted towards him, behind that were soft, sweet, and questionably long fingers that ended in her equally soft, and feminine palms, there were two small black pills resting gently in the middle, and he just looked up at her, curious.

“Trust me,” she said, her tone growing purposely seductive, but also soft, and somewhat trying to soothe.
“These will help you gain the satisfaction so long robbed from you, little Jantec.”

She used his name, not his number, and something about the way she said it, with all hate, malice, disgust, and true respect and admiration only a fellow killer could give won his trust, and he gingerly took them, the feel of her skin made his crawl, but he had nothing to take them with, which was when she produced her water bottle, real, fresh, purified water, not the chemically laden OKARI tap.
He took it, with a small nod of thanks, and down the pills with a large swig of the crystal-clear water, and it tastes so good, and very, very quickly the room returned to normal, whatever it was, he guessed these pills were made for him specifically.
Seemingly content, the woman walked away from his bed without a word, without an explanation, shocked, he sprung up and walked after her, stopping in the middle of the room as she took a large box from one of the nurses.

“Here.” She almost cooed her words as she turned, her heels digging into the cheap tile, and presented him with the box.
Jantec took it, while keeping a suspicious eye on the woman, but what he found inside erased his doubts about her.
Two, fourteen inch, triple bladed, thick steel claws rested inside, along with a bottle of tiny black pills.
From what he saw, the blades were attached to a steel guard, which rested on top of one's hand, the actually blades began at the knuckles, but what held them in place? There was no grip.
As if knowing his confusion, the business woman stepped forward and gently took the box from him, setting it down on the floor and hauling up the claws, then she walked over to him, more of a saucy-saunter , and for some reason he allowed her to do as she pleased.
It was a genius intention, the claws were fastened through a system of cloth and medal, which traced one's arm perfectly, and connected between the shoulder blades, they'd have to be costume made for each wearer to ensure the person had maximum movement.
As she set about getting them onto him, she told him about a great many things, she told him she needed him, needed him to kill, wanted him to, praised his work before his capture, told him all about a program she had going, or would have soon enough, she wanted him to become a part of it, said it would add to his DNA, infuse him with a great hunter, a hunter almost as good as he was, make him even better, double his ability to kill, and once she was finished, she went over to his bed and sat, on leg crossed over the other, steel-green eyes expectantly fixed on him, and it all clicked.
He hadn't even noticed how much her touch made his skin crawl, and burn at the same time.

She wasn't supposed to be here, not at all, something very powerful told him this, as if her bosses warned her not to, he remembered small things, being called to dangerous, but she didn't care, she wanted the job done, this woman however, wanted a pile of corpses.
Jantec would be used as a pawn, and she wanted to use him personally, she represented OKARI as a business interest, not as a scientist, let alone an emotionally attached one, and right now she was going behind the back of her superiors, and giving business orders, forming a safety-net, and at this exact moment, her hungry, cruel eyes were fixed on him.
She wanted to know if he was still a killer, if he still had his violence, and if he was willing to do as she asked, and he knew just how she wanted him to except.

High pitched screams of terror, and gurgles of horrible pain burst through the air of the hallway outside his room, and the heavy, coppery must of fresh blood dug in.
A nurses body was thrown from his doorway, her corpse landed on her back, her wounds open to the world.
It looked as though someone had taken two sharp hooks and stabbed them into the dead center of her stomach, back to back, then ripped with a great strength, a close examination would reveal that only her spin, and some tattered muscle was holding her torso to her legs.
The sickening scent of copper and rust, the scent of blood exploded into the air, and swarmed around, like the way you can smell moisturize before a hurricane, and it only grew stronger as the second nurse ran from his room, screaming.
She had three, deep slash-lines on her face that were spurting blood, like someone had taken three knifes and cocked back for a hard vertical slice, even her lips were torn, and it seemed some teeth had chipped.
Her panic-stricken eyes locked onto the guards at the end of the hall as if they were her salvation, and she ran like a madwoman towards them, as she came close, within speaking distance, her eyes bulged for a moment, and then went dull.
Steel, three crimson steel claws were poking through her stomach, their hooked-tips gleaming upwards with blood, and with no warning they violently jerked up, cutting her torso into ribbons before retracting.
The lifeless, tattered body fell into a deep pool of it's own blood and just laid there for a moment, the figure behind it hidden by shadow, nothing but glinting steel and shimmering blood, until it moved forward.

He took sick steps, standing on the small of the corpses back, now fully illuminated by the florescent light.
His blonde hair was so drenched in blood, not only did it look like its natural colour, but a stead stream of blood drizzled down from it's messy locks.
The man's skin was pale, which was easily told because he was shirtless, although his heavily muscled chest was drenched in ruby droplets, same with his thin, hospital-issue white sweat pants, and white slippers. The figure was examining his weapons, a set of claws, crimson droplets falling off their hooked tips like the tears of the damned.
Jantec didn't seem to notice the other guards at first, but once he found the claws to his satisfaction, he'd turned to them, and threw his arms straight into the air in a form of greeting.

“My dears!”

A shrill proclamation as arcs of blood flew in their vague direction from his claws, spattering the walls, and one or two of the guards.

“I'm so very glad you could be here for this..”

He continued speaking as he walked on the nurses body, he remembered, as his last steps drew closer and only her head remained, he stomped down as hard as he could without breaking stride with his right foot, and his heavy boots cracked the corpses skull.
The most dreadful, sickening, grotesque, and down right beautiful cracking sound he'd ever heard tore through the air like a veracious monster.

“Come here, my sweets!”

His voice had become almost shrill, but the tone is exactly what was expected of him, aside from two things, somewhere, deep down, it held a tone of old-world class, sadly, it had gone as made as he had, also, his once heavy accent had become medium at best, and simply wasn't what it used to be, you'd have to truly listen to it to realize it was French.

His eyes, blazing brilliantly with the very flame of madness, his face still brilliantly illuminated with the blood of the nurses, moved over the guards, so much excitement, maybe they'd put up a fight, too, and at that thought he shivered, a shiver of pleasure, and subconsciously licked his lips, tasting blood for the first time in so long.
That was when he broke out into a terrible, shrill laughter.


If madness had a voice, and a laugh, this was it's truest form.


Snapping back from his daydream/flashback, Jantec looked around, and started humming an inner tune.
He was sitting in his new room, one with no pads on the wall, and he didn't need a straight jacket either, this was his room in the Alpha wing, and that nice lady even let him paint it.

Today was going to be a good day, a very, very good day, because he no longer had a leash.

In fact, today was THE day, he was the last at the moment to undergo the procedure, which was fine with him, each time they did it, they got better at it, it still hurt, so much though, but it was alright, he remembered laying on the floor for several days, writhing in pain, she was there, she was there the whole time whispering soothing things into his ears, pretty little tales about the pretty little mangled corpses of those "Omegas".
It was time for a meeting, the meeting, they were going to be let loose today, the OKARI white-coats had already told them all about the Omegas, let them read their files, made them, actually, and that was fine with him, a hunter never objected to learning about it's prey.
Jantec got up off the floor and dug the suitcase out of his bed and pulled his clothing on.
She brought them, he asked for them, and she found them, thick, dark-blue denim jeans, a nice, jacket that doubled as a hoodie, it had shaggy white fur around it, he liked that, she even found him the gloves he wanted, nice ones without fingers, and surprised him with steel plated, yes, plated boots.

That man would be there, the one everyone called "Boss".
He didn't like that man, or care about him, or listen to him, he always just told him things She already had, but with less detail.
He did, however, want to meet the other Alphas, his "brethren", maybe he could kill a few.

As he exited his room, which was never once locked, She had promised it wouldn't be, and strolled casually down the hallway, whistling a marry tune, his steel claws already strapped on.

Today really was going to be a very, very good day.