Whisper in the Dark

Whisper in the Dark

I uploaded the first part w/o much of a plot formulated, woops. But now I have one and a few more chapters, so please R&R!

Prologue

Dr. Linus Exter walked quickly through the bleach white corridor, signature clipboard swinging back and forth pinched between his black 6 inch nails. Dr. Exter wasn’t your average looking doctor. Through years of experimentation upon himself when he was younger, he has turned his body into something no longer recognizably human (besides the fact that he walks on two feet). His arms were long enough for his palms to reach his knees with ease, deep emerald scales covered all over his arms and body except for his palms, face, stomach, and the bottom of his feet. His eyes were an unnatural lavender color with his pupils reduced to slits, along his hair being a very pale yellow and hacked up unevenly. He never really had the time to go to the local barber’s to fix that with the whole, freak-of-nature thing going on.

The other difference was that his feet are like a regular person’s, but with the extra weight, thin claws protruded from him toes and he would always walk without his heels touching the ground, an extra one grown in his heels so he can keep his balance if he ever fell. There weren’t any shoes that would fit comfortably on him, giving him reason to further recreate himself. He made leathery skin on his soles, strong and unable to feel the rough ground. All in all, he finds he did a damn good job on himself, even if he didn’t look like all those silly runway models.

Where is that good for nothing kid? He wondered testily, looking left and right before heading down another, narrower corridor. It was decorated with flow charts and diagnostics lined up against their respective doors. The closest to him read ‘Warning! Exibits violent behavior and has frequent mood swings!’ in bold red letters.

Linus had already looked in three other previous of the boy’s favorite haunts, and had others look into other scientists doings to see if they’d dare lay a finger on him without Dr. Exter’s permission( the boy, Jared he calls himself, was placed under Dr. Exter’s charge). Some of the other scientists even gave Exter the creeps in the way they treated their own people. Even if he didn’t like the boy, he didn’t want him to be treated inhumanely.

The next place he was looking for was in the boy’s own room, one place he was hardly ever caught in if he had a choice. It was claustrophobically small, and many times the sounds of painful screams could be heard echoing down the halls, thanks to Jibellia, one of a few creations made by the Head himself.

He made it in front of a door characteristically white with a voice box checker on his right. He stated his name authoritatively and it immediately gave Exter the green, giving a soft clicking noise and opening in just a little as he brushed passed it. Sobs and loud manic screaming immediately hit him like a tidal wave, a loud snapping and crunching cutting off one particular blood curdling scream, followed by sloppy smacks as something, or someone, and started gorging itself on the poor specimen who was caught wondering unaccompanied. He waved his hand in front of him as if it would deter the sounds, ready to get out of there as fast as possible. Head scientist or no, being caught by Jibellia alone was not something he would look forward to.

Fumbling with a large key attached to his pocket (shaped with a star in the middle of it and jagged edges at the end) quickly pushed it into the allotted keyhole in room 307.

He looked around before quickly finding a boy no older than 17, curled tightly into a ball with his raven wings protectively around him. “Get up! You have work to do!” Linus shouted, silently laughing to himself as he watched his voice make the boy flinch, staring like a frightened child at Exter as he stomped towards him and roughly pulling the boy to his feet. Exter was quite happy that someone other than himself was scared for once.

Even though the caged boy was about 3 inches taller than Dr. Exter, he whimpered, not daring to go against him. When the kid had first been caught by Exter’s boss, he was wild in temperament, going on about how his brother will save him. He was one of the five children needed for a transmutation. He didn’t know the whole story, but as long as he got paid his benefits, he doesn’t really mind not knowing.

But his brother never came, and some of the experiments used to see if he was one of the kids were traumatizing and now he’s scared of anything that moves the wrong way. Dr. Exter looked over to Jared, making sure he didn’t cause the boy any physical harm with his claws, writing down Jared’s actions of the day. So far, no mood swings. He’s been getting better.

A negative was that Jared had developed a weak fighting spirit, and had cried the first time he was put in a life or death situation. He would have died if it wasn’t for Dr. Exter stepping in and stopping it just in time. So he and some medical specialists patched the boy up but added a little niche in the back of his neck to slide in a small chip that could send waves to his brain to increase testosterone levels and aggressive behavior so Jared wouldn’t end up on the wrong side of a hospital bed again.

But right now, Jared is his original self. “Alright, I was given orders from the boss himself to hand you this new assignment, so don’t screw it up,” Exter growled.

Jared cringed as if Exter had made to strike him, quickly looking to the ground not daring to look him in the eye. Exter kept one clawed hand on Jared’s shoulder in a vice grip in case he decided to run away; again.

Exter quickly locked the door behind him, almost breaking into a run as thumps and heavy breathing came at them closer than expected, most likely Jibellia after another tasty morsel. Closing the door to the hell hole behind them, they traveled to the door opposite to it, which was called the research room, for obvious reasons.

Inside it contained a few file cabinets to the far right, a memory board in front, and a long mahogany table as the centerpiece. All but one of the walls were your standard hospital white, the north wall was a huge glass window, staring out to the brightly lit chamber below with a few red and black stains spotted here and there.

Exter locked the door behind him, Heading for the rightmost file cabinet and pulling the folder on top of it carefully down, not wanting to drop it. Jared took a seat, placing his hands on the mahogany table sitting in the middle of the room, looking out the window and down to the all too familiar, hated physical room, where he was subjected to painful tests to find out about his physical (and sometimes mental) attributes. Jared gave a slight “oh,” sound, looking away as he saw a small girl being evaluated for how well she can withstand injuries. She’s failing miserably with all the black liquid gushing out of the wounds and into the puddle swirling around her knees.

Dr. Exter cleared his throat, making Jared give his utmost attention to him, watching carefully as Exter leaned on the table as he passed the notes to Jared, shaking his head slightly. It was a habit of his whenever he’s given something he doesn’t want to do. Jared read through the file, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking back at Dr. Exter.

“But we know where she is, why do we still have to go after her friends?” He asked in a thin voice, cracking on a few words.

“Because they’ve found her again, and I don’t know how long her amnesia is going to last with them around. If they haven’t found her yet, bring her to us ASAP, if not, well, that’s why we implanted the plug in the back of your head isn’t it?” Dr. Exter smirked as Jared moved his hand up to touch it the back of his neck, but quickly stopped and put it back to his side. “Besides, that blue boy is also on the boss’ list. We need him too.”

“But, I don’t want to fight them anymore,”

“I don’t really care if you want to or not, besides, haven’t you’ve always wanted to get or hands on that Mordren kid?”

“Morded,” Jared said, clenching his fists at the mere thought of his fraternal twin brother who abandoned him to this place. Exter gave a soft laugh, trying to build upon Jared’s hate for his brother to get him ready for the event of becoming a killer again.

“Wait, Poisyn isn’t coming, is he?” Jared skimmed his mission paper over again, looking for the name of this rather obsessive creation.

“Of course he is,” Exter said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “A few others to,” he said as an afterthought, walking over to Jared’s side, staring down at him with an intimidating air about him.

“Who?” Jared stuttered, knowing full well who was coming by the look on Exter’s face.

“I’m coming with you,”