Fan Fiction ❯ Never Tell ❯ Dragged ( Chapter 1 )
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By: vixie_rose 
Evan is taken to his father's work.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Horror / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 308 | Status: Completed
Evan is taken to his father's work.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Horror / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 308 | Status: Completed
I couldn’t help it. My wanting him. I know I really shouldn’t, but could you blame me? Hair the color of raven feathers, skin the perfect cream color. His eyes the color of midnight. His dark clothes that compliment his complexion perfectly. His beautiful rapturous voice that fills the air like a god. His perfect body. Not overly muscular, but not under either. The body of a deity. So beautiful. He could easily bring Apollo or Narcissus to shame. His heart so kind and pure. So friendly. He has the heart of a hero. Brave, caring, and loyal. What more could you possibly ask for? And yet…I could never have him. Never feel the touch of his smooth warm hands…never to be more than a friend. Never…my life means nothing without him. Each day I only rise to see him. My only meaning. But now seeing him brings me no comfort. No now it only brings me a constant ache that won’t die!
My father’s home, I can hear his car. How odd. He always comes at exactly the same time. Never a minute ahead or a minute behind. Always at exactly the same time. He never gets graveyard, or gets held up at work. It’s weird.
What’s even weirder is that he never has told me what he works as. My mom doesn’t even know. And we know he has a job because every week he has a his paycheck, but he never shows it to us directly. He also practically never sleeps. He always stays up at night. I think he does paperwork, but I haven’t the courage to actually look.
Now my mind wanders back to my divinity. If only I could see him one last time…I’ve been planning my death for weeks now. I plan to slash my throat and my wrist and as I bleed I hang myself, to let my blood drip of my sin. I don’t deserve life. I don’t deserve him. My death is not only due to my love of him, but the negligence of my parents. My father so reserved and never there and my mother always drunk and abusive. No one cares enough about me to even notice the tears I cry every day. Isn’t it apparent that I cry tears everyday? My eyes always with the look of pain and betrayal.
“Evan!” my father? Actually calling me?
“Coming.” I call back. I walk cautiously down the stairs. “Yes?”
“Evan. I couldn’t help, but notice your grades are unusually high.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“No. It’s a great thing.”
“Ok…” Never had I ever heard him say so many words. Or complemented.
“I want to show you something only those few with enough mental capacity can lay eyes on. That only those with ears comprehendible enough can hear about.”
“Ok.” my father smiled oddly. He grabbed my arm and led me down to the basement. “Ok it’s the basement, and?” He smiled again, but this time almost maliciously. He walked toward a wall and pushed in what looked like a button. The wall lowered into the floor to reveal a metal door. I was stunned.
“Now son, I must tell you ahead of time, that my place of employment has remained secret to even my own family, because of the fact that those of simple mind could not grasp the sheer complexity of it, but you, my son, have a mind that could bring a genius to cower! So I can trust that you keep all that will be told this day, a secret. To all! None shall ever know of what you will see, and what you will hear. Now let’s move fourth.”
“Wait! Why are you going to tell me? I may be smart, but that’s no reason for you to spill your secrets to me. I’m just a teenager. I have no right to know any of this!”
“But you do. You’re my son, and you have every reason. Teenager or not, you most certainly worthy enough. Now let us proceed,” he said pulling me toward the metal door. He then pushed at some keys built into the door. I memorized the code, I didn’t intend on seeing, but I did. KL-173KM1134-0I26. He looked at me and smiled again, he knew I looked, and he knows I memorized the code. The metal doors opened.
What I saw shocked me. Series upon series of stairs leading downward, but he pulled me toward an elevator. The elevator itself was quite beautiful. It seemed so technologically advanced that I almost couldn’t believe it was real. We went down well over 23 floors.
“We’re here.” he said as the doors opened. I didn’t even look I looked at the floor, which looked like lights and metal somehow blended.
“Uh…dad I’m gay. Can you beat me so we can go back?” I said.
“Like I actually give a damn if you are or aren’t you’re still intellectual.” Now a normal dad would have said something else, but no my dad said just that and forced me to look up. I nearly fainted. Labs. Labs everywhere. Series of laboratory’s everywhere. He pulled me forward. In one room they were injecting needles into what looked like it was a human. In another they were opening up a skull of an infant. In yet another, scientists were mixing chemicals.
“Dad what is this place?” I asked feeling sick and frightened. He just laughed and pointed at one of the coats of a passing scientist. The symbol of a growing corporation. Spade Inc. They are responsible for many creams, soaps, tools, cars, lotions, medicines, and many of the cities hospitals, water supply, oil, clothes, food and gas. And they did stuff like this!? Such disgusting experiments. Ew…what if we were eating whatever was in that lab we just passed, it looked like road kill.
“Mr. Mason, I see you finally have brought your son here!” said a man holding a dove in his hands. Wait did I say holding? I meant virtually strangling the poor thing.
“Yes Dr. Dowry. I think he’s worthy enough to know of our companies success.” my dad said patting me on my back. “Just like your son. How is he?”
“Living, coping with his ‘preference’, and still trying to find a way to get out of here. He’s helping me up with new ideas, to help people.” he said holding the bird tighter.
“His son’s gay too.” my dad told me.
“He is too? Haha maybe we should put them together, I doubt that my son will last being the only teen down here. And what better teen than male for him? He’s just fortunate that your son’s as smart as he is.” the man said heartily. “Well I have to get to the B.O. Room before they start without me. Nice meeting you.”
“Dad what’s B.O. stand for?” I asked. Already knowing what it probably stood for.
“Bio-organic. Let’s introduce you to The Queen.”
“The queen?” he pulled me again toward a bunch of rooms. In some of the rooms they were simply writing notes down, and in others they were doing some cruel things to people. In one room they had a man tied down on an operation table and were injecting him with a teal colored liquid. “Dad what are they doing to that man?”
“Research.”
“But it looks…wrong. What if he dies?”“That’s the cost of science, a life of a common man is meaningless if you can’t accomplish what you’re trying to achieve.” my father said like it was no big deal. I turned toward another room where a body laid on a table stripped clean of his flesh. It was sick. The scientists in that room were circling it like vultures and writing down notes. One of the scientist pulled out a cerulean liquid in a syringe and injected the body with it. Almost within minutes the body began moving. The scientist immediately pushed a button, causing restraints to wrap around the body’s arms.
“Dad what happened!? Why did that obviously dead person start moving again?!” I shouted.
“Research.” was all he said. I really was starting to not like this place whatsoever. Between the opening baby heads and dead guys moving again, I was really hating this place. It was like every sick horror movie I’ve ever seen.
“Dad what kind of research is done here?”“Bio. We study life. One of the things we are trying to do is Bio-organic Weaponry. We are working closely to military people. They give us bodies to work on, we give a lethal weapon. That thing in the lab was what we’ve codenamed: STALKER. It will follow a living being and try to consume it.”“You mean a zombie.”
“Basically, but they are much more complex than a zombie. They are far more complicated than a zombie. Zombies are mindless and live on the basic need to feed, but ours are implanted with a microchip that will control the actions of the subject. The chemical in the vial simply reanimates it, we are always in control, so there is nothing to be worried about.”
“How many of those things do you guys have?”
“Many. At the moment we are working on something called: HOWLER. Which is like stalker, but of a canine breed.”
“Um…Resident Evil anyone. You do know what happens in that game right? And the movie? You guys are messing with things far beyond your comprehension!” I yelled.
“I’ve already tried that speech. It doesn’t work on these scientist, they are far too thick headed. You’re already too deep in this anyway. Might as well give up, help out, and prepare your almost assured death down here.” said a voice behind me. I turned and froze in spot. All words were stuck and lost in my throat. It was him! It was my raven-haired god. In a lab coat? No way! He worked in this horror movie?
“Hello Steve! Your father says your helping in some new research?” My father asked him. Wait his dad was Dr. Dowry? Wait, duh! Stephen Luke Dowry. Wait, he’s gay? Sweet! Wait no, than I’m stuck down here with the zombies and scary experiments.
“Evan, you’re going to work down here too?” Steve asked me.
“Yes, I guess. I mean it’s like you said. I’m in too deep. And I actually think this horror movie death waiting to happen might be to my interest.” I said.
“Haha that’s understood. Not like you have much of a choice, they’ll find you and drag you into this hole again and again till you give in.” he said walking toward me.
“You’re father’s going to try and set you two up, but it looks like you have already met, so easier for him.” my father said, obviously embarrassing me.
“Set us…you’re gay?” Steve asked me.
“Y…Yeah.” I stuttered.
“Why did you never tell me? I could invited you to so many things. I’ve been going out alone for almost a year! I could’ve invited you. Hey, now I can.” Steve said smiling.
“So you two are friends?”
“Yeah!” Steve said wrapping an arm around me. I immediately felt a rush heat go over my body. Maybe this zombie system won’t be so bad? What the hell am I saying?! I’m going to die down here I know it. I can feel it. Something bad is going to happen!
“Great. Steve can you watch Evan while I go talk to the Queen?” my father asked him.
“Sure.” Steve said and my father left.
“Don’t tell me the Queen is a computer hologram that talks to you?” I said.
“Something like that.” Steve said.
“Screen Gems and Capcom have the copyright to that already. We can sue and get out of this disaster waiting to happen.” I said.
“Haha.” Steve laughed.
“What?”
“What you said was funny. I was beginning to lose all humor in this situation. It’s nice to laugh about this place, but at the same time I worry about laughing about it.” he said.
“Understandable.” I said looking around.
“So you’re gay.” He stated.
“Yeah.”
“How long?” he asked.
“Two years.” I said.
“Wow.” he said.
“Why wow?” I wondered.
“Just, that’s along time to me. I really wished you would have told me.”
“Well now you know and we can both die down in this hell hole feeling completely free of any pressure.” I said like it was no big deal dying.
“Haha! I am so glad I’m stuck down here with you. You’ll make things less…stressing and tense.” he said smiling.
“Yeah glad to make someone happy, apparently my father didn’t even know I existed till he realized I’m inhumanly intellectual. You know what? I never actually thought that you thought of me as a friend!” I said.
“You didn’t? How can I not think of you as a friend? To be entirely honest, I’ve always thought of you as a best friend.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yeah. Why would you think that?” he asked. I wanted to say: “I completely loathe myself, I was going to commit suicide before my father called me and dragged me here, and I find my life pathetic and expendable, and I love you way more than a friend. In fact I feel like throwing you down on the table and fucking you raw.” but what I really said was, “I don’t know, I guess I really don’t think too highly of myself.”
“You should think highly of yourself. Not only are you funny in the most grimmest of situations, but you’re intelligent, friendly, and to be honest I find you very attractive. I mean how many people can you possibly meet and say something like, ‘Oh he’s my friend.’ ‘Which one?’ ‘The one with the piercing sky blue eyes and the blood colored hair.’ I mean who wouldn’t love to say that? You have a very unique beauty.”
“You think I’m attractive?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I? I have always thought you were appealing.”
“You’re the one that looks like a living envision of Narcissus!”
“You really think that? So you think I’m attractive?”
“Well yeah! How many people have eyes like yours!? They’re gorgeous! And your just plain freaking hot!” I blurted.
“You think I’m hot?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I pleaded.
“How long?” he said with a smirk.
“I will not let you juice this information I accidentally let slip.”
“Well why not? You weren’t planning on telling me?”
“Nope. I…I…You know what let’s talk about something else!”
“You what? Come on tell me!” he begged making a cute face.
“I was planning on committing suicide before my father dragged me here. I…I don’t think I’m worth living. I never have. I had my favorite dagger and everything. My father had to screw me up even more didn’t he? What I would have given to not have walked out of my room when he called. I wouldn’t be stuck miles below ground with twisted zombie movie experiments.” I said darkly.
“You were going to…I don’t under-…why?” he was obviously at a loss of words.
“I just entirely loathe myself and thought I didn’t have a real reason to exist.” I said bluntly.
“You shouldn’t hate yourself. You shouldn’t even think of hating yourself. You are far too beautiful and kind to hate yourself. You need a reason to live? I’ll give you one, me.” he said looking at me fiercely.
“You?” I asked.
“Yes me. I have no idea how long I’ve had a crush on you. No way am I going to let you off yourself now that I know that I have a particle of a chance with you.” he said never dropping his gaze and looking so determined and stern.
“You have a crush on me? You must be off your rocker, or you’ve a few too many toxin fumes blown at you.” I said attempting to turn and walk away, but he grabbed my arms and pinned me to the wall.
“No. I am not off my rocker, and even before I was tricked into coming here, I’ve liked you. No way will I let you out of my sight now. I am serious. I don’t, no I wont let you hurt yourself.” he said so close to me I could feel his breath.
My father’s home, I can hear his car. How odd. He always comes at exactly the same time. Never a minute ahead or a minute behind. Always at exactly the same time. He never gets graveyard, or gets held up at work. It’s weird.
What’s even weirder is that he never has told me what he works as. My mom doesn’t even know. And we know he has a job because every week he has a his paycheck, but he never shows it to us directly. He also practically never sleeps. He always stays up at night. I think he does paperwork, but I haven’t the courage to actually look.
Now my mind wanders back to my divinity. If only I could see him one last time…I’ve been planning my death for weeks now. I plan to slash my throat and my wrist and as I bleed I hang myself, to let my blood drip of my sin. I don’t deserve life. I don’t deserve him. My death is not only due to my love of him, but the negligence of my parents. My father so reserved and never there and my mother always drunk and abusive. No one cares enough about me to even notice the tears I cry every day. Isn’t it apparent that I cry tears everyday? My eyes always with the look of pain and betrayal.
“Evan!” my father? Actually calling me?
“Coming.” I call back. I walk cautiously down the stairs. “Yes?”
“Evan. I couldn’t help, but notice your grades are unusually high.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“No. It’s a great thing.”
“Ok…” Never had I ever heard him say so many words. Or complemented.
“I want to show you something only those few with enough mental capacity can lay eyes on. That only those with ears comprehendible enough can hear about.”
“Ok.” my father smiled oddly. He grabbed my arm and led me down to the basement. “Ok it’s the basement, and?” He smiled again, but this time almost maliciously. He walked toward a wall and pushed in what looked like a button. The wall lowered into the floor to reveal a metal door. I was stunned.
“Now son, I must tell you ahead of time, that my place of employment has remained secret to even my own family, because of the fact that those of simple mind could not grasp the sheer complexity of it, but you, my son, have a mind that could bring a genius to cower! So I can trust that you keep all that will be told this day, a secret. To all! None shall ever know of what you will see, and what you will hear. Now let’s move fourth.”
“Wait! Why are you going to tell me? I may be smart, but that’s no reason for you to spill your secrets to me. I’m just a teenager. I have no right to know any of this!”
“But you do. You’re my son, and you have every reason. Teenager or not, you most certainly worthy enough. Now let us proceed,” he said pulling me toward the metal door. He then pushed at some keys built into the door. I memorized the code, I didn’t intend on seeing, but I did. KL-173KM1134-0I26. He looked at me and smiled again, he knew I looked, and he knows I memorized the code. The metal doors opened.
What I saw shocked me. Series upon series of stairs leading downward, but he pulled me toward an elevator. The elevator itself was quite beautiful. It seemed so technologically advanced that I almost couldn’t believe it was real. We went down well over 23 floors.
“We’re here.” he said as the doors opened. I didn’t even look I looked at the floor, which looked like lights and metal somehow blended.
“Uh…dad I’m gay. Can you beat me so we can go back?” I said.
“Like I actually give a damn if you are or aren’t you’re still intellectual.” Now a normal dad would have said something else, but no my dad said just that and forced me to look up. I nearly fainted. Labs. Labs everywhere. Series of laboratory’s everywhere. He pulled me forward. In one room they were injecting needles into what looked like it was a human. In another they were opening up a skull of an infant. In yet another, scientists were mixing chemicals.
“Dad what is this place?” I asked feeling sick and frightened. He just laughed and pointed at one of the coats of a passing scientist. The symbol of a growing corporation. Spade Inc. They are responsible for many creams, soaps, tools, cars, lotions, medicines, and many of the cities hospitals, water supply, oil, clothes, food and gas. And they did stuff like this!? Such disgusting experiments. Ew…what if we were eating whatever was in that lab we just passed, it looked like road kill.
“Mr. Mason, I see you finally have brought your son here!” said a man holding a dove in his hands. Wait did I say holding? I meant virtually strangling the poor thing.
“Yes Dr. Dowry. I think he’s worthy enough to know of our companies success.” my dad said patting me on my back. “Just like your son. How is he?”
“Living, coping with his ‘preference’, and still trying to find a way to get out of here. He’s helping me up with new ideas, to help people.” he said holding the bird tighter.
“His son’s gay too.” my dad told me.
“He is too? Haha maybe we should put them together, I doubt that my son will last being the only teen down here. And what better teen than male for him? He’s just fortunate that your son’s as smart as he is.” the man said heartily. “Well I have to get to the B.O. Room before they start without me. Nice meeting you.”
“Dad what’s B.O. stand for?” I asked. Already knowing what it probably stood for.
“Bio-organic. Let’s introduce you to The Queen.”
“The queen?” he pulled me again toward a bunch of rooms. In some of the rooms they were simply writing notes down, and in others they were doing some cruel things to people. In one room they had a man tied down on an operation table and were injecting him with a teal colored liquid. “Dad what are they doing to that man?”
“Research.”
“But it looks…wrong. What if he dies?”“That’s the cost of science, a life of a common man is meaningless if you can’t accomplish what you’re trying to achieve.” my father said like it was no big deal. I turned toward another room where a body laid on a table stripped clean of his flesh. It was sick. The scientists in that room were circling it like vultures and writing down notes. One of the scientist pulled out a cerulean liquid in a syringe and injected the body with it. Almost within minutes the body began moving. The scientist immediately pushed a button, causing restraints to wrap around the body’s arms.
“Dad what happened!? Why did that obviously dead person start moving again?!” I shouted.
“Research.” was all he said. I really was starting to not like this place whatsoever. Between the opening baby heads and dead guys moving again, I was really hating this place. It was like every sick horror movie I’ve ever seen.
“Dad what kind of research is done here?”“Bio. We study life. One of the things we are trying to do is Bio-organic Weaponry. We are working closely to military people. They give us bodies to work on, we give a lethal weapon. That thing in the lab was what we’ve codenamed: STALKER. It will follow a living being and try to consume it.”“You mean a zombie.”
“Basically, but they are much more complex than a zombie. They are far more complicated than a zombie. Zombies are mindless and live on the basic need to feed, but ours are implanted with a microchip that will control the actions of the subject. The chemical in the vial simply reanimates it, we are always in control, so there is nothing to be worried about.”
“How many of those things do you guys have?”
“Many. At the moment we are working on something called: HOWLER. Which is like stalker, but of a canine breed.”
“Um…Resident Evil anyone. You do know what happens in that game right? And the movie? You guys are messing with things far beyond your comprehension!” I yelled.
“I’ve already tried that speech. It doesn’t work on these scientist, they are far too thick headed. You’re already too deep in this anyway. Might as well give up, help out, and prepare your almost assured death down here.” said a voice behind me. I turned and froze in spot. All words were stuck and lost in my throat. It was him! It was my raven-haired god. In a lab coat? No way! He worked in this horror movie?
“Hello Steve! Your father says your helping in some new research?” My father asked him. Wait his dad was Dr. Dowry? Wait, duh! Stephen Luke Dowry. Wait, he’s gay? Sweet! Wait no, than I’m stuck down here with the zombies and scary experiments.
“Evan, you’re going to work down here too?” Steve asked me.
“Yes, I guess. I mean it’s like you said. I’m in too deep. And I actually think this horror movie death waiting to happen might be to my interest.” I said.
“Haha that’s understood. Not like you have much of a choice, they’ll find you and drag you into this hole again and again till you give in.” he said walking toward me.
“You’re father’s going to try and set you two up, but it looks like you have already met, so easier for him.” my father said, obviously embarrassing me.
“Set us…you’re gay?” Steve asked me.
“Y…Yeah.” I stuttered.
“Why did you never tell me? I could invited you to so many things. I’ve been going out alone for almost a year! I could’ve invited you. Hey, now I can.” Steve said smiling.
“So you two are friends?”
“Yeah!” Steve said wrapping an arm around me. I immediately felt a rush heat go over my body. Maybe this zombie system won’t be so bad? What the hell am I saying?! I’m going to die down here I know it. I can feel it. Something bad is going to happen!
“Great. Steve can you watch Evan while I go talk to the Queen?” my father asked him.
“Sure.” Steve said and my father left.
“Don’t tell me the Queen is a computer hologram that talks to you?” I said.
“Something like that.” Steve said.
“Screen Gems and Capcom have the copyright to that already. We can sue and get out of this disaster waiting to happen.” I said.
“Haha.” Steve laughed.
“What?”
“What you said was funny. I was beginning to lose all humor in this situation. It’s nice to laugh about this place, but at the same time I worry about laughing about it.” he said.
“Understandable.” I said looking around.
“So you’re gay.” He stated.
“Yeah.”
“How long?” he asked.
“Two years.” I said.
“Wow.” he said.
“Why wow?” I wondered.
“Just, that’s along time to me. I really wished you would have told me.”
“Well now you know and we can both die down in this hell hole feeling completely free of any pressure.” I said like it was no big deal dying.
“Haha! I am so glad I’m stuck down here with you. You’ll make things less…stressing and tense.” he said smiling.
“Yeah glad to make someone happy, apparently my father didn’t even know I existed till he realized I’m inhumanly intellectual. You know what? I never actually thought that you thought of me as a friend!” I said.
“You didn’t? How can I not think of you as a friend? To be entirely honest, I’ve always thought of you as a best friend.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yeah. Why would you think that?” he asked. I wanted to say: “I completely loathe myself, I was going to commit suicide before my father called me and dragged me here, and I find my life pathetic and expendable, and I love you way more than a friend. In fact I feel like throwing you down on the table and fucking you raw.” but what I really said was, “I don’t know, I guess I really don’t think too highly of myself.”
“You should think highly of yourself. Not only are you funny in the most grimmest of situations, but you’re intelligent, friendly, and to be honest I find you very attractive. I mean how many people can you possibly meet and say something like, ‘Oh he’s my friend.’ ‘Which one?’ ‘The one with the piercing sky blue eyes and the blood colored hair.’ I mean who wouldn’t love to say that? You have a very unique beauty.”
“You think I’m attractive?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I? I have always thought you were appealing.”
“You’re the one that looks like a living envision of Narcissus!”
“You really think that? So you think I’m attractive?”
“Well yeah! How many people have eyes like yours!? They’re gorgeous! And your just plain freaking hot!” I blurted.
“You think I’m hot?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I pleaded.
“How long?” he said with a smirk.
“I will not let you juice this information I accidentally let slip.”
“Well why not? You weren’t planning on telling me?”
“Nope. I…I…You know what let’s talk about something else!”
“You what? Come on tell me!” he begged making a cute face.
“I was planning on committing suicide before my father dragged me here. I…I don’t think I’m worth living. I never have. I had my favorite dagger and everything. My father had to screw me up even more didn’t he? What I would have given to not have walked out of my room when he called. I wouldn’t be stuck miles below ground with twisted zombie movie experiments.” I said darkly.
“You were going to…I don’t under-…why?” he was obviously at a loss of words.
“I just entirely loathe myself and thought I didn’t have a real reason to exist.” I said bluntly.
“You shouldn’t hate yourself. You shouldn’t even think of hating yourself. You are far too beautiful and kind to hate yourself. You need a reason to live? I’ll give you one, me.” he said looking at me fiercely.
“You?” I asked.
“Yes me. I have no idea how long I’ve had a crush on you. No way am I going to let you off yourself now that I know that I have a particle of a chance with you.” he said never dropping his gaze and looking so determined and stern.
“You have a crush on me? You must be off your rocker, or you’ve a few too many toxin fumes blown at you.” I said attempting to turn and walk away, but he grabbed my arms and pinned me to the wall.
“No. I am not off my rocker, and even before I was tricked into coming here, I’ve liked you. No way will I let you out of my sight now. I am serious. I don’t, no I wont let you hurt yourself.” he said so close to me I could feel his breath.