Voltron Fan Fiction ❯ Desert Rain ❯ Alpha ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Note: For those who read Desert Rain before, I have decided to rewrite the entire thing due to technical difficulties and lack of ideas. So please take the time to re-read the chapters in order to figure the story out. As always, Voltron: Defender of the Universe/The Third Dimension is copyright World Events Productions. All other characters belong to me.

Prologue:
Dr. Harold Kenneth quietly creeps through the darkened hallways, a small clipboard in one hand and a bundle of fabric in the other. The auburn hairs upon the back of his neck spiked in the air as he trotted on, working in the genetic lab was never exactly the type of dream job he was hoping for, considering the kind of 'guests' are occupying the cells. His heart pounding against his rib cage, worrying that something was gonna pounce from behind. "Come on now...that's just your paranoia talking. No one is here. All of the patients are locked up...there's nothing to be afraid of..."

"..I hope." Dr. Kenneth whispered in the darkness.

Suddenly, there came a huge *BANG!* from one of the cells making him jolt and drop his things. He turns around and gazed through the glass of the door, to see a wild looking man banging his fists upon the window, attempting to break the glass and escape, but fortunately the glass is bullet proof. He places his hand upon his beating chest, calming himself down, watching the patient silently screaming through the door, his hands bleeding, his nails cracked and the skin of his knuckles peeled away revealing red skin below. There was also scratches upon his face and along the length of his arms, almost as if he was going through a horrid itching, like something eating him away, from the inside out....

Kenneth backed away slowly, his hair stuck to the cold sweat upon his broad forehead, relieved that the iron door was still intact. "Oh man Harold...you're losing it! I dunno whose worse, you or the patients?"

He then grabbed his clipboard and bundle off the floor and was about to turn around when suddenly he felt a cold hand placed upon his shoulder and felt a hot breath upon his neck. He froze in sight, and slowly turned his head around only to see...

"GEEAAAAARRGGGGHHHH!!!!" The being screamed
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Went Kenneth

Kenneth fell to the floor, dropping his things once again. Shaking in his lab coat, his shaking then seized when he heard malicious laughter coming from the shadows. He lowered his eyes angrily when he sees an elderly man walk out of the dark, accompanied by a guard droid. "Dr. Malkovich! You scared the living shit out of me!!"

Malkovich chuckled softly in the darkness, satisfied by his little prank. He places out a hand and helped Kenneth up from the floor, while the guard droid picked up his things. "I'm sorry Harold, but it was just too easy!" He laughed softly, dusting off Kenneth's coat and giving him his stuff. "Okay... enough with the pranks! Let's get on too business shall we?"

"Thank you!" Kenneth huffed angrily as he and the elder doctor walked through eh hallway, while he takes a look through his clipboard and muttered "Now, you were mentioning on the phone about resurrecting the Ambrosia project. How did you get back the info from No.66?"

"Let's say...it takes a psycho to catch another!" Malkovich smiled, fumbling with his lighter in the dark. A small red spark lit in the shadows as he takes a small puff of his menthol cigarette. Kenneth's nose wrinkled in disgust of the smell but neverless continued. "I would have told you more about it Harold but the phone may be bugged."

"By who?" muttered Kenneth "Who would be bugging us?"
"Valiant is getting suspicious of us. He doesn't believe that Jarreth is dead like the media says he is." Malkovich hissed
"Keith Valiant?!" Kenneth says, spitting out the words like a bad after taste.

"Yeah...the damn anal retentive captain of the Voltron force!" Malkovich replied, gazing at the burning cigarette in between his fingers. "Valiant and the rest of the dickheads are playing detectives in order to find their missing member of their pride! But sadly though, they don't know who's in control."

"Must we turn our back on them after everything they've done for the galaxy?" Kenneth whispered. Hands tightly gripping the clipboard, with his eyes to the ground. "I mean...this feels so wrong... to bite the hand that protects you. It doesn't feel right to go on with this..."

"It isn't the matter of who's right and who's wrong, it's a matter of who's taking care of the situation. Right now the Voltron force is at the bottom of the power chain and thus cannot touch us, without having a bounty on their heads. We did it before, we can do it again..." Malkovich sufficed coldly, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Am I making myself clear Kenneth?"

"Y-yes sir..." the younger doctor muttered
"Good." replied Malkovich

The rest of the trip was silent, as they walked up the stairs and eventually arrived at a large iron door leading to the testing facility. Malkovich gripped the brass doorknob and turned it slowly, opening the door, followed by a soft screech of the aging springs. Kenneth looked to his left and found the light switch, swapped his hand over the heat sensor, turning on the bright white light of the small control room.

"What is that?" Kenneth muttered, pointing over at a large pane of glass leading to a darkened room.
"The holding chamber." Malkovich replied, "This is where we hold the more dangerous subjects."

"Number 66? 48?" retorted Kenneth
"Neither." answered Malkovich, he then places a hand upon a red button and murmured "Take a look."

A soft blue light, filled the small room. to one side there was a bed, at the other side, leaning against the padded wall sat a
large mass of flesh, shivering in the darkness. His dark chestnut hair flew out in all directions, his skin once bronze, now is a
sickly tan color. The subjects face was lowered to the ground, strong sinewy arms wrapped around his chest, his knees locked together, almost in a fetal position. Hardly any sort of clothing was between the subject's flesh and the air around him.

"What the? Who-" stuttered Kenneth
"Hold on." murmured Malkovich

Malkovich then reached over and tapped the glass. The subject's head jolted up and glanced at the glass, which in his view
was only a mirror reflecting back his trembling body, riddled with stitches and scars, skinned knuckles and scratches upon his
limbs and torso. His face was a horrid sight to see, two long scars along the length of his face, red and swollen. his eyes
bloodshot and crusted with dried pus, his lips bluish and chapped and his cheeks so pale, contrasting with the dried blood trail along his forehead, staining the red headband underneath the feathery bangs.

"Who's there?" The voice whimpered softly
"It's me. And a special guest." muttered the elder doctor
"Go away.." the man hissed "Leave me alone!"

"Oh my god..it's...it's-" Kenneth shook, his hand pointing at the body.
"Get a hold of yourself! What do you think happened when they didn't find his body?!!" Malkovich yelled
"Nobody knows I'm alive do they?" the subject whispered, standing himself up.

"No I am afraid not Jarreth..." Malkovich muttered softly, taking a last drag of the cigarette, and murmured before butting it
out. "But apparently some people do have doubts, some which includes your friends as well. Consider yourself lucky that you are dearly missed."

"What about Dominique?" he stammered
"Who?" said Kenneth
"Number 66 is gone Jarreth... I am afraid she has abandoned you..." replied Malkovich

"I don't believe you!"
"Trust me... it's better off this way."

"You fuckin' PRICK!! When I get out of here, I'll have my hands around your throat!!!"
"Watch it...or else I'll have to sedate you!"

"NO! NO MORE DRUGS!!!" he screamed , running towards the mirror and bashing it senselessly,
the dried blood of his hands cracked off, with fresh blood seeping through the wounds, making a large streak of blood upon the glass. Kenneth shivered at the thought about him escaping and committing hell upon everyone. Malkovich on the other hand was much more calmer, watching the madman scream his heart out. "LET ME OUT YOU BASTARDS! I DEMAND YOU TO RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!! If not I'll crack down this down and shove that needle down your THROAT!!!"

"If you are gonna act like an animal...then I will treat you like one!" Malkovich murmured calmly, as he pressed one of the
buttons upon the control panel. Kenneth watched in horror as two robotic arms gripped the subject's arms, pulling him back and another two gripped his legs, while the fifth one emerged with a needle. The man struggled furiously screaming angrily, but it only made the vices grip tighter, eventually exposing a vein, in which the needle, jabbed into his skin and force in the chemical.

The robot arms then dropped the body upon the floor, Kenneth stared briefly at the twisted face, he suddenly jumped in
fright when he noticed the teary face staring straight back at him. "Help me..." the words escaped from his quivering lips "Please help me... so much pain...please m-make it ssstop..."

Then his face turned to the side and laid flat against the floor, closing his eyes and the rest of his body followed suite, spread out upon the ground, with only his chest moving, breathing up and down. Kenneth then glaces at Malkovich which just shrugged briefly and walked over to the computer.

"How could you do this?" Kenneth whispered "That's..."
"...science." Malkovich finished "It all part of the big controversy.. in which you are part of as well."

"But I never thought Comet Corp. would go this far!" said Kenneth
"We've gone far beyond that young Kenneth.." Malkovich replied coldly

Malkovich then grabbed a box from the table beside him and searched around. His cold face turned into a smile as he
grabbed out a disc case. He evilly flaunt it at Kenneth's face, excitedly muttering "What is Willard's failure, shall be our success!"

"Where did you get this stuff?" Kenneth yelped, grabbing the box from Malkovich. He glanced inside to see all sorts of the
subjects belongings, some of his tattered clothes, his shoes, a watch and at the bottom of the box, he found an old dog-eared
book. He opens it to find the name of the subject and the date. (Christopher Jarreth, January 10, 2498)

"What do you have there Harold?" Malkovich muttered in his happier tone of voice.
"It looks like his journal.." says Kenneth

He passes the book to the elder doctor, there was a series of hmms, and ahs before he look up and says "Well well...it looks like we can have a little light reading! The disc will take a while for it to encrypt and download the files. So while we're at it, we might as well read it and figure out how he became a crackpot in the first place!"

"I dunno." says Kenneth
Malkovich gives a laugh and mutters as he turns the book to the first page "Oh come on now!"