Escape

[kartharon]

[kartharon]

[kartharon]

Experiment 206B
Male
Canis Lupis Arctos
Animal test for many anti-depressants and hallucinogens
Allergic reaction Maois, Effexor, and Zalo
Expected to pass between 05/05/2021 - 05/12/2021
Sister experiment passed 04/21/2021

It was pitch black, well, besides that light next to me. At first it kind of looked like a dim reflection off a street lamp from outside, but I got to looking at it, and as time grew on, the light started to grow more and more, turning from dim to crimson flame in minutes. I was too weak to really think about it, but when I did, I realized what was once looking like a fire was now only a transparent ball of light.

A few times I moved my fingers over to touch it, but never got far enough away from the chains to get my hand near it. Even when I strained myself it only seemed to grow more distant from my presence, as if the physical, solid state of my fingers was too much for its imaginary, untouchable glow.

After a while, I kind of started to ignore it, figuring it was just another hallucination as a payment for the medicines I had been drugged with. They varied in size, shape, and form, but this was probably the most realistic of them all. It didn’t follow my vision, just hovered in one place dauntingly, as if teasing me to try to touch it again. To tell the truth, I didn’t want to, in fear that it would disappear entirely. The other hallucinations were only a bother, but this… This ball of light felt like another presence watching over me. Maybe it was my guardian angel. Maybe it was a spirit. Or maybe it was just a hallucination like I thought. I know I’m closer to death than I had been in the last few days, so maybe this was an angel, ready to take me to my final destination.

Who knows? Well, maybe the real question is, who cares? I was in a prison cell all alone, metal bindings keeping me strapped to a wall for countless days. If someone cared, they would have rescued me already. I’ve been like this for weeks. Maybe even months. I’ve been here so long, I don’t exactly care as much as I used to. Maybe someday someone will take me away from this.

Maybe.

[kartharon]

Experiment 504A
Female
Lycaon Pictus
Unknown
Unknown
Escaped 09/12/2026 : Location unknown
Brother experiment killed in training accident 01/01/2025

I was alone. Finally. I had escaped the dark clutches of those damn white-coats.

Yeah, the ones that injected me with drugs to see what happened. Those white-coats.

For example of results, sometimes I lost fur. Sometimes my eye colour changed. I’ve even died before. It was only once, but I can still remember it like it was yesterday…

It started out like it always did. A scientist walked in with a vial of something funky, a syringe dangling from his belt. And as always, the binds on my wrists and feet tightened. I had gotten so used to the sting of metal entering my skin that now it was only a slight twitch, as if I had just flinched. But this time it was different. I could actually feel the medicine flowing through my veins, slowly traveling to my heart. Everywhere it touched burned, as if they had held an open flame under my skin.

Then it reached my heart.

I had never felt anything more gruelling and excruciating than the pain I felt just then. It was as if I was being stabbed with a burning blade over and over.

And then there was nothing.

I was just floating in endless black. But once I began to look around, I realized that underneath my feet was me. It was a weird experience watching myself. Watching as I slowly died. It was then that I realized what a critical state I was in. My skin was pale white and once golden eyes had now dulled to a sickening brown.

Then the white-coats came in, three of them yelling orders at one another to bring me back. As much as I wanted to stay here in this strange dark, I knew that I had to come back. I wasn’t supposed to die yet.
Even in the unconscious state I was in, I felt more even pain as electricity rippled through my body, literally shocking me back to reality.

I opened my eyes, knowing that they were now their normal golden colour, and I could only scowl in horror as they grinned with relief. I was one of their best test subjects, that’s the only reason they cared about bringing me back to life. They had no love for me. Only love for seeing what I could do.

So, I left that hell hole, all by myself I’m proud to say. I didn’t have help from any of the others even though there were at least 100 others. They were all failed combinations lowered to medicine tests, just like me. But they were different. They had given up on life. No hope left in their shattered spirits. I wasn’t going to stick around just to look forwards to metal under my skin and lifeless roommates. No way. Not me.

So I escaped.

This is my story, no one else’s. You think you’ve gone through worse? I doubt it.

Well, what the hell, might as well start from where I busted out.

[kartharon]

Experiment 504A
Female
Lycaon Pictus
Unknown
Unknown
Escaped 09/12/2026 : Location unknown
Brother experiment killed in training accident 01/01/2025

So, first off, I was still tired and unconscious from my near-death experience yesterday, but that didn't stop the scientists from coming in and injecting me every five or so hours, since today was my day to die.

I know, it doesn’t make any sense. Why not let me die yesterday?

I guess to them I was just some test subject to fill with foreign medicines. And to tell you the truth, I was tired of it.
So in my brilliant mind I came up with a plan, and a most excellent one if I do say so myself.

To explain something, if an experiment appears to be dead on the day of their planned death, then they unchain them, put them on a stroller, and roll them into the furnace room. No proper burials. We’re just shoved into flames until we burn up. So, since today was my day anyways, I slumped forwards, rolled my eyes back, and just hung there limp, waiting for the next white-coat to come in.

It wasn't but a couple minutes and three white-coats strolled in. I heard one mutter something about, "There goes our best test subject."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from spouting some words that would end up censored in this book.

Slowly, they unlatched my chains, catching me on the stroller that would take me to the room where I was left to burn. Only I wasn't going to burn this time. No soirée.

As soon as they opened the door that escaped my prison cell, I shot at the one pushing the cart, clawing his face and sending a quick jab at his throat. I wasn't a professional fighter, but I was pretty good to say the least.

All those training exercises come in handy after a couple years.

The other two decided to split up, one running off down the hall and the other pointing a taser at me. Now, a normal person would run away after the guy down the hall to get away from the taser. Oh, but since I'm not normal, I dove right for the taser. It was pretty easy to figure out from the guy's face that he was totally not expecting this, as he dropped the taser and ran after the other guy.

Turning away from both of them, I grabbed the taser and took off in the opposite direction.

Soon enough the white hallways took on a red hue, the warning sirens beginning to go off around the facility. Following this was three things: a.) this annoying pealing wee-oo noise began going off, seriously injuring my ear drums. b.) There was a sound similar to a gun shot heard in front of me. And c.) Pain shot through my arm and I started to bleed. Bad.

Standing in my path was a burly black man holding a pistol aimed at my head. He obviously wasn't a scientist, because if he was, he would flip out from damaging "his precious test subject."

Another shot went off and I leaped to the side, feeling the bullet burn past my side at a 'too close for comfort' angle.
I took the advantage of him reloading to leap on his chest, placing a few well-aimed punches in his nose. The sound of bones breaking made me shudder, but I was glad that I had at least been able to defend myself.

While he squirmed on the ground in pain, I leaped through the doorway that was shedding pure sunlight into the building. Once I hit the ground I took off running, the crunching of autumn leaves and dry grass tickling my bare feet. Already, blood was dripping through my fingers, staining the ground red where it touched, and everything around me was beginning to grow fuzzy.

Soon I was swaying on my feet, running into trees and bushes. Running into another tree, I fell, this time not getting up.

Even as unconscious as I was, I didn't miss the sound of feet walking towards me or the feeling of arms sliding under me and picking me up. The fact is, I was to unconscious to care.

And that would cost me.

[Areater]

This is awesome! Make more! I love this story!

[kartharon]

Thanks you so much!~ (:

[Areater]

Don't mention it. I'll be watching for more <3 It's so epic.

[kartharon]

I'll probably be rewriting it and revamping graphics and such, so stay tuned. (: