Blood in the Test Tubes (intro/rough draft)
Well, Halloween is just around the corner and I thought "what better way to express this than to write a disturbing evil laboratory incident with my 'sona?"
This is just an intro, I'll get more into it later, well hope ya like, I'm also debating whether to add some real graphic stuff or maybe some sexytime once it's all over with.
Blood in the Test Tubes
Am I better off than I was before the change? Well, I guess I'm as good as I'll ever be, I'll admit, my new side has it's kicks... all that aside, sometimes scars stay forever, sometimes pain lasts and it's quite obvious that the deceased won't be coming back. Well, here's what happened in the best and worst time of my life.
It was October in LA, not much to it other than the sudden transition from 108 degree days to rain clouds and frosty nights. I was about sixteen, just beginning my second run in the school marching band at Redcliff High School. Yeah, AP classes and clubs added up and I was pretty much working nonstop. I was of medium build with slim muscle and a flat stomach. I was always the metalhead of the group and I still wear System of a Down and Metallica shirts on an almost religious basis. The major irony is that before then, I was a rebel bur I was always the good guy, I'd never touched weed, still had my virginity and stayed away from all the cholos who'd go out and form gangs.
I remember the times I loved most were Friday nights, the football game, and the purest rush a guy in High School can get. Well, I was tooting on the clarinet and the bigger dudes always did the real work, but it was a blast. The Irony is that this is really when things got ugly. It was at a home game, two weeks until Homecoming; we were running tied neck in neck with our huge rivals from the west side. The fourth quarter was coming around, we were tied; 21 to 21 and the clock was slowly ticking down. Two minutes left; all of our stands were in an uproar as the visitors got a field goal, bringing them just above us. Just as the clock inched past thirty seconds, the rivals went for another one, but not fast enough for our running back to snatch the ball from midair and go streaking down the field. He ran; 25, 30, 40, the yards added up and triumphantly, he slammed the ball home in a touchdown as the clock hit zero. The stands roared and the band instructor waved us up, we played our fight song as the players exited, then in a flurry, everyone in band started grabbing their instruments and ran for the music room. As I walked in, I opened the zipper to my jacket and shrugged the tight polyester off, sighing contentedly as my skin was able to breathe again. I then peeled down the straps of the coveralls, slipping them over my shoes, showing me clothed in a pair of khaki shorts and a Rage Against the Machine t-shirt that I had been wearing earlier. I felt a buzz in my pocket and reached for my phone, my mom had texted. "Hi Sweetie, I'll be working late tonight down in Torrance so traffic won't let me get there for a while, please take the bus home XOXO, MOM"
"Ahh fuck," I cursed as I stuffed my band uniform into my backpack which was already laden with five textbooks "how am I gonna get home with all this shit?" I glanced over at my friend Leroy, an alto sax player, his case was big enough to fit a machine gun in, then I looked down at the flimsy square case that held my instrument that was less than a foot wide and under ten inches tall. "Lucky bastard" smirked Leroy, interrupting my thoughts, "I gotta take the city busses with this motherfucker and your mommy picks you up with yur tiny-ass clarinet case!" "Bitch please," I smirked, "my mom's in the freaking south bay tonight, she'll be stuck in downtown traffic till dawn!" "Well, then I guess I can rap on ya some more then huh Ichi?" joked Leroy back as I punched him in the shoulder. "Well, we can't wait forever," I said, picking up my monumentally heavy backpack and my clarinet "let's go." The bus stop was placed about a half mile from school, well... the major one at least, it was situated by a freeway overpass near the intersection of Tampa and Woodman, near the border of the lights and strip clubs of the central valley and the quiet residences of the south valley. We were walking kinda slow, between textbooks made from depleted uranium and the obvious other additions that any other teens had. I remember for some reason that the streetlamp that normally illuminated the underside of the freeway ramp was out and that tunnel stood between us and the bus stop. "Shit dude, that's pretty dark" I heard Leroy say as we both hesitated at the edge of the light from the nearest streetlamp. "Oooh!! You scared dude?" I mocked, waving my hands around, "it's just an overpass you pussy!!" He snorted at me and put down his sax case then defensively replied "well bitch, if you're so macho, then you walk your ass through there!!!"
I was about to reply when I heard a low hissing whisper from the darkness towards the bridge, "Hey! Cumere!" It said as I saw a hand gesturing from the darkness. It was so dark, so sudden that both me and my friend yelped in shock and started sprinting back the way we had come, out backpacks and instruments were long forgotten as we dashed blindly towards the school. I heard s blast from behind me and I saw Leroy fall over in place, a hypodermic dart lodged in his neck. I started zigzagging in and out of the trees that dotted the local park that was adjacent to the overpass then I heard another blast and covered my neck with the palms of my hands, feeling a stab of pain and a burning sensation as a dart hit my left hand and unloaded its contents into my body. I pulled the half-emptied dart in horror, fearing that the worst poison was now coursing through my vulnerable body systems, and as I became distracted, I felt a sharp jab in my right shoulder as another projectile flew forth, missing its mark by a few inches. That's when I started feeling sick, grogginess came over my senses as I stopped running and collapsed on the sidewalk; I'd had surgery before, so I recognized this to be a tranquilizer. Then the entire world went black, the last thing I remember seeing was a form in a white lab coat wearing black leather gloves running towards my incapacitated form.