Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The second to last pure, yet not quite so sane, human ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Mad Maxx Coyote 
It starts.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Psychological / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
It starts.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Psychological / Sci-fi | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer. All Last pure human stuff belongs to TwistedHilarity, I’m not trying to steal anything. Gabriel however is mine, as crappy as he is.
Gah….Gabe’s head hurt…a lot….like a lot a lot. Slowly turning over to his side he was jolted awake as he found himself falling and crashing into cold hard stone. Which did nothing to help the pain in his skull…or the weird drunk feeling. What the hell were they giving him now?
“Doctor?….I…I dun…feel so good.” Gabriel muttered. Shaking his head to clear it, he was forced to bite back a scream as pain exploded behind his eyes. “Ok…sorry…sorry no do that again.” He wasn’t all that surprised that no one came to check on him….they didn’t care….fuck they were the reason he was like this in the first place. Still….was a little compassion to much to ask?
And oh man he felt so damn out of it….what the hell did those bastards inject in him now? Still…if they wanted him out they had better learn to up the dosage, because as hazy as he felt, he could still function. He had always had a high tolerance to most drugs, but after years of being used as a damn guinea pig his body had adjusted, which in addition to making it really friggin hard to get drunk, also made him hard to sedate….among other things.
Ok so where the hell was he? Sure didn’t smell like the hospital….and he couldn’t hear any of the assorted loonies screaming….and if they were at the colony already then he was pretty sure he would be waking up strapped to a table. Especially because of that last incident…..
Yes nothing says increased security like using a convenient power outage to escape from your cell and then cut/choke/bash/stab/drown a bloody swath on your way to freedom. And he would have gotten away with it to! If it hadn’t of been for those pesky parents and their believing bullshit government doctors over their own youngest son. Yeah…that had been a bad day, it had been a mistake to go back home….but he hadn’t known where else to go….and he wasn’t crazy goddamnit!! He was a genius Bio-Chemical engineer!! Although most people probably didn’t slice a guards head off only to use it as bait so he could stab a doctor to death with a pen so get he could get the keys to open the front door.
Ok…maybe a little crazy…granted he didn’t feel crazy…but did anyone?
It wasn’t his fault though! They had turned on him after he had refused to work on their damn super killing virus bullshit….and to keep him quiet they had dumped his ass into the “Hospital.” And really when he had broke out and started spilling sticky red stuff had then been surprised? That is what they conditioned him to do, trained him to do. Dipshits….
Big brother Max had seemed to believe him though….or at least humor him. Good ole Max….their parents had been upset when Max had decided to go into linguistic studies, but Gabriel had been proud that his big brother had decided to go his own way.
Big being subjective though…after all he was at least four inches taller then Max.
Still he wished he could have helped Max out a little more….he had wanted to…but he’d been stuck here. Getting all kinds of crap plugged into his brain…artificial voices…weapons training….it didn’t matter if he was awake or not…and the assholes had used some of his own work against him!
He got into this field to help people damn it! He wanted to cure diseases, to help mankind reach higher levels of physicality….all that down the drain because some pentagon asshat had decided that they simply -had- to have a virus capable of killing off entire countries over a period of years, with no one being able to figure out why.
He hadn’t even worked for the government! All this hell just because he was the best in his field….if he had known what would have happened he would have pretended to be a bit stupider.
More to the point though he had received a letter from Max…why they had actually given it to him he wasn’t sure, probably to break his sprits. After all hearing that his parents were dead and his only sibling had been recruited for some colony mission after the old translator’s brain had ‘sploded.
He had nothing to do with that by the way.
Still it had been a major blow, sure the parents part hurt but he was also loosing Max! He and Max had been very close growing up and would have remained so had it not been for all this shit….Max probably thought he had forgotten about his big brother…but even before all of this happened those bastards had Max sending letters to the wrong addresses and giving him the wrong phone numbers. God knows what his brother thought….
Still when he had heard about what was going on with Max he had been able to convince Doctor Green, one of the few decent people in the world, a woman who was actually trying to HELP him, to help him go along.
Oh the boys that ran this place had been thrilled, they could get rid of their biggest headache and make some money at the same time, the brass was paying big bucks for security and the fact that he was quite possibly a murderous lunatic was completely ignored…or just not explained. They figured that by sending him millions of miles away where he couldn’t do any real damage -Don’t count on that bitches!- was a perfect solution considering Dr. Courtman wouldn’t let them just kill him and the only reason they had allowed Courtman to prevent that is because of all the money they had sunk into the project and the fact that despite everything else he was still the best they had ever produced
Fucking Courtman…if he ever got a hold of that slimy shit….
Back to the case in point….where the hell was he?
Sitting up slowly Gabriel was startled to see that the door to…where ever he was, it sure didn’t look familiar was wide open.
He grinned.
Stupid people never learned.
On wobbly legs he managed to stand and stumble of the dark, cold, and seemingly totally made of rock room and into a hallway.
And then….
And then the biggest fucking guy he had ever seen turned to face him, the guy looked like Andre the Giant on steroids!
“*What are you doing out? You shouldn’t be awake!*” The giant made growled. Ooook…that was totally not English…and wait a minute….did the guy have cat ears on his head?
Ok either he was fucked up much worse then he felt or……
Or he wasn’t in Kansas anymore Toto…
With a snarl the giant cat man began to stomp his way towards him, the floor reverberating with the force of each footstep and Gabriel had the feeling that…
This was probably gonna suck…
Gah….Gabe’s head hurt…a lot….like a lot a lot. Slowly turning over to his side he was jolted awake as he found himself falling and crashing into cold hard stone. Which did nothing to help the pain in his skull…or the weird drunk feeling. What the hell were they giving him now?
“Doctor?….I…I dun…feel so good.” Gabriel muttered. Shaking his head to clear it, he was forced to bite back a scream as pain exploded behind his eyes. “Ok…sorry…sorry no do that again.” He wasn’t all that surprised that no one came to check on him….they didn’t care….fuck they were the reason he was like this in the first place. Still….was a little compassion to much to ask?
And oh man he felt so damn out of it….what the hell did those bastards inject in him now? Still…if they wanted him out they had better learn to up the dosage, because as hazy as he felt, he could still function. He had always had a high tolerance to most drugs, but after years of being used as a damn guinea pig his body had adjusted, which in addition to making it really friggin hard to get drunk, also made him hard to sedate….among other things.
Ok so where the hell was he? Sure didn’t smell like the hospital….and he couldn’t hear any of the assorted loonies screaming….and if they were at the colony already then he was pretty sure he would be waking up strapped to a table. Especially because of that last incident…..
Yes nothing says increased security like using a convenient power outage to escape from your cell and then cut/choke/bash/stab/drown a bloody swath on your way to freedom. And he would have gotten away with it to! If it hadn’t of been for those pesky parents and their believing bullshit government doctors over their own youngest son. Yeah…that had been a bad day, it had been a mistake to go back home….but he hadn’t known where else to go….and he wasn’t crazy goddamnit!! He was a genius Bio-Chemical engineer!! Although most people probably didn’t slice a guards head off only to use it as bait so he could stab a doctor to death with a pen so get he could get the keys to open the front door.
Ok…maybe a little crazy…granted he didn’t feel crazy…but did anyone?
It wasn’t his fault though! They had turned on him after he had refused to work on their damn super killing virus bullshit….and to keep him quiet they had dumped his ass into the “Hospital.” And really when he had broke out and started spilling sticky red stuff had then been surprised? That is what they conditioned him to do, trained him to do. Dipshits….
Big brother Max had seemed to believe him though….or at least humor him. Good ole Max….their parents had been upset when Max had decided to go into linguistic studies, but Gabriel had been proud that his big brother had decided to go his own way.
Big being subjective though…after all he was at least four inches taller then Max.
Still he wished he could have helped Max out a little more….he had wanted to…but he’d been stuck here. Getting all kinds of crap plugged into his brain…artificial voices…weapons training….it didn’t matter if he was awake or not…and the assholes had used some of his own work against him!
He got into this field to help people damn it! He wanted to cure diseases, to help mankind reach higher levels of physicality….all that down the drain because some pentagon asshat had decided that they simply -had- to have a virus capable of killing off entire countries over a period of years, with no one being able to figure out why.
He hadn’t even worked for the government! All this hell just because he was the best in his field….if he had known what would have happened he would have pretended to be a bit stupider.
More to the point though he had received a letter from Max…why they had actually given it to him he wasn’t sure, probably to break his sprits. After all hearing that his parents were dead and his only sibling had been recruited for some colony mission after the old translator’s brain had ‘sploded.
He had nothing to do with that by the way.
Still it had been a major blow, sure the parents part hurt but he was also loosing Max! He and Max had been very close growing up and would have remained so had it not been for all this shit….Max probably thought he had forgotten about his big brother…but even before all of this happened those bastards had Max sending letters to the wrong addresses and giving him the wrong phone numbers. God knows what his brother thought….
Still when he had heard about what was going on with Max he had been able to convince Doctor Green, one of the few decent people in the world, a woman who was actually trying to HELP him, to help him go along.
Oh the boys that ran this place had been thrilled, they could get rid of their biggest headache and make some money at the same time, the brass was paying big bucks for security and the fact that he was quite possibly a murderous lunatic was completely ignored…or just not explained. They figured that by sending him millions of miles away where he couldn’t do any real damage -Don’t count on that bitches!- was a perfect solution considering Dr. Courtman wouldn’t let them just kill him and the only reason they had allowed Courtman to prevent that is because of all the money they had sunk into the project and the fact that despite everything else he was still the best they had ever produced
Fucking Courtman…if he ever got a hold of that slimy shit….
Back to the case in point….where the hell was he?
Sitting up slowly Gabriel was startled to see that the door to…where ever he was, it sure didn’t look familiar was wide open.
He grinned.
Stupid people never learned.
On wobbly legs he managed to stand and stumble of the dark, cold, and seemingly totally made of rock room and into a hallway.
And then….
And then the biggest fucking guy he had ever seen turned to face him, the guy looked like Andre the Giant on steroids!
“*What are you doing out? You shouldn’t be awake!*” The giant made growled. Ooook…that was totally not English…and wait a minute….did the guy have cat ears on his head?
Ok either he was fucked up much worse then he felt or……
Or he wasn’t in Kansas anymore Toto…
With a snarl the giant cat man began to stomp his way towards him, the floor reverberating with the force of each footstep and Gabriel had the feeling that…
This was probably gonna suck…