his hands together. He took a deep breath and glanced at the wall where a tiny camera was hidden in the glass.
“This is Dr. Vorcick. We are now delivering compound AB5 to subject 977.” He turned back to table and pressed a small button on the bottom of the silver case.
With a gurgling noise, yellowish fluid started to flow through the tubes towards Anthony’s arms. He squirmed and tried to slip out of the straps, but they were pulled too tight. He screamed, pleading with the doctor to release him.
“Stay calm boy!” Dr. Norton said.
The yellow fluid inched closer and closer. Anthony stared as the fluid spiraled down the winding tubes. It slowed as it neared the needles buried into his arm.
Dr. Vorcick watched with eager eyes. He smiled happily, pleased with what he had done. Dr. Norton seemed much more skeptical. He tapped his shoe impatiently and kept glancing at his watch.
Anthony’s chest rose up and down. Then the fluid rushed through the needles and into his veins. The sensation was instantaneous. It was as if someone had poured fire into his arm.
He screamed and began to shake uncontrollably. He wanted to rip the straps off his arms and yank the needles out, but they held firm. His breaths became quick and shallow, his chest snapping up and down. The monitors on the wall began to spike and Vorcick moved closer.
“This is it! I know it this time.”
The tubes gurgled as the last bit of liquid oozed out of them and into Anthony. Dr. Vorcick shut off the machine and continued to watch.
“No! No! Argh! Ah!” Anthony yelled as he shook back and forth.
“Please, please just make it stop!” His voice amplified through the room.
Suddenly Hanson burst through the door with his gun drawn.
“Is everything okay boss? I heard him screaming. Dr. Norton, I…I didn’t know you were in.” Hanson began to backtrack as his eyes met the taller man standing next to Vorcick.
“Yes Hanson, everything is fine.” Dr. Norton dismissed the hefty guard, flicking his hand.
Hanson spun around and walked towards the door. He paused for a moment then stumbled into the hallway closing the door behind him.
Gasping, Dr. Vorcick clapped his hands in front of his face.
“This is it! Look at the monitors, he’s stable.” Vorcick pointed across the room.
Cynthia seemed mildly impressed. She jotted notes onto her clipboard as she whispered something to Dr. Norton.
Anthony’s chest jolted upward as his back arched in a manner unnatural, even for a jellyfish. His arms shook uncontrollably and his feet crinkled and cramped. He tried to relax, but his muscled tensed and spasmed. Each movement was so intense he felt like his spine was going to snap in half.
Suddenly, Anthony’s body went limp and his head fell back against the table. The monitors flat lined and a loud beep echoed in the room.
“What is going on Vorcick? You promised this specimen would make it!”
“I…I don’t know. The levels were adjusted, everything was fine.” Vorcick stuttered as he began to check over the instruments.
Confused, he grabbed Anthony’s wrist and felt for a pulse. He frantically squeezed his arm then dropped it back on the table and sighed.
“You promised me this one would be different Vorcick. You promised you’d figured it out. The Holders won’t be happy about this.”
Dr. Norton shook his head. He eyed Vorcick for a moment longer and then turned towards the door.
“No, no. I don’t know. He should’ve been fine.” Vorcick whimpered as he grabbed at Dr. Norton’s sleeve.
“Get your damn hands…”
There was a loud hiss and a bang behind them. Simultaneously, they both turned as Anthony’s body jerked and snapped upward like a fish in the sand. A white light poured from his eyes flooding every corner of the room.
Hanson burst through the door as Anthony’s mouth fell open and he screamed. The sound that came
“This is Dr. Vorcick. We are now delivering compound AB5 to subject 977.” He turned back to table and pressed a small button on the bottom of the silver case.
With a gurgling noise, yellowish fluid started to flow through the tubes towards Anthony’s arms. He squirmed and tried to slip out of the straps, but they were pulled too tight. He screamed, pleading with the doctor to release him.
“Stay calm boy!” Dr. Norton said.
The yellow fluid inched closer and closer. Anthony stared as the fluid spiraled down the winding tubes. It slowed as it neared the needles buried into his arm.
Dr. Vorcick watched with eager eyes. He smiled happily, pleased with what he had done. Dr. Norton seemed much more skeptical. He tapped his shoe impatiently and kept glancing at his watch.
Anthony’s chest rose up and down. Then the fluid rushed through the needles and into his veins. The sensation was instantaneous. It was as if someone had poured fire into his arm.
He screamed and began to shake uncontrollably. He wanted to rip the straps off his arms and yank the needles out, but they held firm. His breaths became quick and shallow, his chest snapping up and down. The monitors on the wall began to spike and Vorcick moved closer.
“This is it! I know it this time.”
The tubes gurgled as the last bit of liquid oozed out of them and into Anthony. Dr. Vorcick shut off the machine and continued to watch.
“No! No! Argh! Ah!” Anthony yelled as he shook back and forth.
“Please, please just make it stop!” His voice amplified through the room.
Suddenly Hanson burst through the door with his gun drawn.
“Is everything okay boss? I heard him screaming. Dr. Norton, I…I didn’t know you were in.” Hanson began to backtrack as his eyes met the taller man standing next to Vorcick.
“Yes Hanson, everything is fine.” Dr. Norton dismissed the hefty guard, flicking his hand.
Hanson spun around and walked towards the door. He paused for a moment then stumbled into the hallway closing the door behind him.
Gasping, Dr. Vorcick clapped his hands in front of his face.
“This is it! Look at the monitors, he’s stable.” Vorcick pointed across the room.
Cynthia seemed mildly impressed. She jotted notes onto her clipboard as she whispered something to Dr. Norton.
Anthony’s chest jolted upward as his back arched in a manner unnatural, even for a jellyfish. His arms shook uncontrollably and his feet crinkled and cramped. He tried to relax, but his muscled tensed and spasmed. Each movement was so intense he felt like his spine was going to snap in half.
Suddenly, Anthony’s body went limp and his head fell back against the table. The monitors flat lined and a loud beep echoed in the room.
“What is going on Vorcick? You promised this specimen would make it!”
“I…I don’t know. The levels were adjusted, everything was fine.” Vorcick stuttered as he began to check over the instruments.
Confused, he grabbed Anthony’s wrist and felt for a pulse. He frantically squeezed his arm then dropped it back on the table and sighed.
“You promised me this one would be different Vorcick. You promised you’d figured it out. The Holders won’t be happy about this.”
Dr. Norton shook his head. He eyed Vorcick for a moment longer and then turned towards the door.
“No, no. I don’t know. He should’ve been fine.” Vorcick whimpered as he grabbed at Dr. Norton’s sleeve.
“Get your damn hands…”
There was a loud hiss and a bang behind them. Simultaneously, they both turned as Anthony’s body jerked and snapped upward like a fish in the sand. A white light poured from his eyes flooding every corner of the room.
Hanson burst through the door as Anthony’s mouth fell open and he screamed. The sound that came
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