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Science Experiments AU
Title: Science Experiments AU
Unit for Points: Dolphin (for koshifuri ;3)
Word Count: 100 x 7
Characters/Pairings: Mis Snow Man, hinted Iwamoto x Sakuma and Miyadate x Watanabe
Author's Note: Dark-ish. A bit like those series dealing with biopunk themes (e.g. Dark Angel) aka, experiments done to humans. Wrote these while waiting for my exam to start. Wasn't really planning on writing more this week but I guess my muse bites at weird times.
Sakuma’s head was swimming and his eyes weren’t focusing properly. The bright, white, artificial light of the laboratory was hurting them. He could smell the disinfectant and the sterile stretcher he was lying on was uncomfortable as hell. What would they try to do to him this time, he wondered.
The pain of a needle being stuck into his arm was barely registered by his mind anymore. It had happened too often already. He’d gotten used to it. Just like he had gotten used to the burning pain that followed afterwards, searing his body before he spiraled into blissful darkness.
~*~
A huge wolf stood in front of him. Around it was only destruction. Sakuma could see and smell the blood from some other unfortunate individuals which had come in. Scientists, trying to restrain their latest creation without a doubt. He knew why he’d been thrown in here. They wanted to get rid of him. Of a failed experiment.
Looking into the wild animals eyes, Sakuma saw beyond the exterior. “Hikaru,” the name fell from his lips. “It’s okay. It’s me! You know me.” He reached out to stroke the wolf’s fur.
The animal howled - screamed - and then nuzzled his hand.
~*~
Watanabe trashed wildly on the stretcher. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs burned. His throat burned.
Suddenly the restraints which had been holding him were removed and he fell into the darkness and cold and…wet. He struggled first but stopped quickly.
All of a sudden the burning disappeared and he could breathe again. He was breathing under water. He swam through the tank and felt more and more like a fish in an aquarium.
He could see the laboratory. They had put the stretcher back and someone new was being brought in.
“DATE!” no sound came from his throat, only bubbles.
~*~
Abe knew it was useless to try to escape. His little cell, or cube, didn’t offer many options to do so anyway but his instincts still overrode his brain at times.
The injection was done quickly and he was left alone. No, not all alone. They would be watching. They were always watching him. Them. Everyone.
It didn’t take long for the first wave of nausea to hit him. He clutched his head and tried to control himself. He tried to make sense of all the knowledge flooding him. His knees gave in underneath him and he collapsed. Too much.
~*~
Sanada was cowering in the darkest corner of his containment cube. He couldn’t control it. Him. Why could they not understand? Why wouldn’t they make it stop?
A scream ripped from his throat and his eyes turned dark. His fist struck one of the walls and created a huge dent in it. He wanted to kill, to hurt, to torture. He wanted to cause pain. He wanted to draw blood. Now.
The assistant scientist who had stepped into his cage earlier hadn’t lasted long. The brutally broken, mangled and bloody body was still lying in the corner by the door.
~*~
Were these still his hands? Nozawa looked at them. He felt so detached and distant. Like he was nothing but a piece in a patchwork that hadn’t been well done. That didn’t fit together.
Sometimes he’d heard them talk. The people in white. Heard them talk behind their masks.
About the best soldiers. Smartest scientists. Amazing animal abilities.
About successful experiments. And about failures.
About life and death.
And about surpassing god and his creations.
He’d stopped listening to their voices before long. Instead, he’d tuned in to other voices around him. Voices of slaves, just like him.
The machines.
~*~
Iwamoto collapsed, all strength leaving his limbs. He’d been hit by a tranquilizer arrow. He watched his paws turn back into hands and feet, watched the long fur disappear and make way for smooth skin.
This time it had been a tiger. Last time it had been a wolf. What would it be next time? Would there be a next time? Or would they finally get rid of him?
Footsteps approached him and he was strapped onto a stretcher.
“Be good and we’ll let you see him later.”
Would they really? How many times had they broken their word already?
Unit for Points: Dolphin (for koshifuri ;3)
Word Count: 100 x 7
Characters/Pairings: Mis Snow Man, hinted Iwamoto x Sakuma and Miyadate x Watanabe
Author's Note: Dark-ish. A bit like those series dealing with biopunk themes (e.g. Dark Angel) aka, experiments done to humans. Wrote these while waiting for my exam to start. Wasn't really planning on writing more this week but I guess my muse bites at weird times.
Sakuma’s head was swimming and his eyes weren’t focusing properly. The bright, white, artificial light of the laboratory was hurting them. He could smell the disinfectant and the sterile stretcher he was lying on was uncomfortable as hell. What would they try to do to him this time, he wondered.
The pain of a needle being stuck into his arm was barely registered by his mind anymore. It had happened too often already. He’d gotten used to it. Just like he had gotten used to the burning pain that followed afterwards, searing his body before he spiraled into blissful darkness.
~*~
A huge wolf stood in front of him. Around it was only destruction. Sakuma could see and smell the blood from some other unfortunate individuals which had come in. Scientists, trying to restrain their latest creation without a doubt. He knew why he’d been thrown in here. They wanted to get rid of him. Of a failed experiment.
Looking into the wild animals eyes, Sakuma saw beyond the exterior. “Hikaru,” the name fell from his lips. “It’s okay. It’s me! You know me.” He reached out to stroke the wolf’s fur.
The animal howled - screamed - and then nuzzled his hand.
~*~
Watanabe trashed wildly on the stretcher. He couldn’t breathe. His lungs burned. His throat burned.
Suddenly the restraints which had been holding him were removed and he fell into the darkness and cold and…wet. He struggled first but stopped quickly.
All of a sudden the burning disappeared and he could breathe again. He was breathing under water. He swam through the tank and felt more and more like a fish in an aquarium.
He could see the laboratory. They had put the stretcher back and someone new was being brought in.
“DATE!” no sound came from his throat, only bubbles.
~*~
Abe knew it was useless to try to escape. His little cell, or cube, didn’t offer many options to do so anyway but his instincts still overrode his brain at times.
The injection was done quickly and he was left alone. No, not all alone. They would be watching. They were always watching him. Them. Everyone.
It didn’t take long for the first wave of nausea to hit him. He clutched his head and tried to control himself. He tried to make sense of all the knowledge flooding him. His knees gave in underneath him and he collapsed. Too much.
~*~
Sanada was cowering in the darkest corner of his containment cube. He couldn’t control it. Him. Why could they not understand? Why wouldn’t they make it stop?
A scream ripped from his throat and his eyes turned dark. His fist struck one of the walls and created a huge dent in it. He wanted to kill, to hurt, to torture. He wanted to cause pain. He wanted to draw blood. Now.
The assistant scientist who had stepped into his cage earlier hadn’t lasted long. The brutally broken, mangled and bloody body was still lying in the corner by the door.
~*~
Were these still his hands? Nozawa looked at them. He felt so detached and distant. Like he was nothing but a piece in a patchwork that hadn’t been well done. That didn’t fit together.
Sometimes he’d heard them talk. The people in white. Heard them talk behind their masks.
About the best soldiers. Smartest scientists. Amazing animal abilities.
About successful experiments. And about failures.
About life and death.
And about surpassing god and his creations.
He’d stopped listening to their voices before long. Instead, he’d tuned in to other voices around him. Voices of slaves, just like him.
The machines.
~*~
Iwamoto collapsed, all strength leaving his limbs. He’d been hit by a tranquilizer arrow. He watched his paws turn back into hands and feet, watched the long fur disappear and make way for smooth skin.
This time it had been a tiger. Last time it had been a wolf. What would it be next time? Would there be a next time? Or would they finally get rid of him?
Footsteps approached him and he was strapped onto a stretcher.
“Be good and we’ll let you see him later.”
Would they really? How many times had they broken their word already?