Irken Corruption: The Beginning Chapter 3

Irken Labrat

Everything usually was dark, something that seemed much more welcoming then when taken into the light outside. The small cell he lived in, would had been considered a home if he knew what the word meant. There wasn't really anything he had been doing that would be considered entertaining for last 5 years, except for just staring at the walls. Working his brain into thinking more and taking in what he heard, felt or saw was the only thing he really did to kill time.

After being tossed into his containment unit 5 years ago he had gotten much more aggressive, hating, biting, and even lunging at the scientists that came to take him for testing. The tests weren't anything pleasant, each of them always either hurting him mentally or physically. As he grew older the tests started to worsen, becoming more painful and damaging. Every time the doors slid open, he knew it wasn't anything good besides them wanting to inflict pain upon him. At first he was naive always yelling, and trying to talk them into stopping it with his weak pitiful voice.

He was ignored, so instead as the years passed he stopped talking altogether knowing it was pointless, talking was actually completely pointless to him now. He was wearing a white outfit with a black collar wrapped around his neck. The collar didn't really have a purpose other than to grab him so the scientists didn't end up with their face scratched up from his claws, or even end up with a chunk of flesh missing from him biting with his jagged teeth. Biting them inflicted a lot of damage onto his handlers, but he refrained from doing it often since he found out that the blood that got in his mouth made him really sick.

Sick to the point he started to throw up, and feel weaker than he already was. As years passed he had gotten strong enough to keep his balance from his antennae weighing him down. While standing straight for a long period of time caused his neck hurt, he found it less painful when slouched with him ending up with bad posture as a result. He however didn't walk around that often so instead he would sit on the floor for hours.

Sitting in the corner of his dark cell, his cyan eyes stared blankly into space. Hours passed until the doors slide open, a blinding light shining in with a shadow casting across the floor. Throughout the times he had been momentarily blinded from the same light, so he had found it a good idea to stay away in a corner where the light didn't hit. He had even taken some of his handlers by surprise several times until they caught on to where he was hiding at. So instead this time he stayed where he was waiting for his usual torturous test. It didn't take long, the guard followed by a scientist grabbed hold of his collar yanking him up off the floor before he could turn around and lash out at the guards arm. He let out a hiss, and snapped at them with his teeth whenever he had a possible chance to try to hurt them.

The guard cringes trying to keep the crazy mutant away from him as he walked back into the hall with the scientist. A 5 foot and 6 inch tall female Irken with green eyes. As she followed she eyed him curiously only to receiving a glare and a long growl back as he hung from his own collar while the guard walked to the test chamber. He had never seen this scientist before, so he guessed she was probably new. This didn't really matter since he really didn't care anyway, instead she was just another addition towards his pain.

They reached the room, the guard throwing him onto a slab. Removing his shirt completely, and cuffing both his wrists and ankles onto the table. He screamed angrily even at the same time he was a little scared, his scarred up abdomen exposed with some newly placed stitches in some spots. Near the top right of his right shoulder he had the numbers 457 tattooed to indicate him being an experimental subject.

The guard left, and was replaced with another scientist. He was 5 feet and 8 inches tall, had a high collar covering his mouth that was part of his lab coat, small magenta eyes, and one slightly bent antenna. Turning towards the female scientist, "well, Dr. Triss I heard this is your first day here am I right?"

The female nodded, "Yes, Doctor um…,"

The male scientist answered, "Vexas, just call me Vexas."

The scientist named Vexas he remembered was probably the worst out of all the scientists that had tortured him. Instead of testing him for physical or mental reactions separately, he did both at the same time usually with sharp objects. The female named Triss stared back at him.

"So may I ask?" Her eyes scanned him over like he was some sort of new discovery of some sort but with less excitement involved. "What is this thing?" she asked.

Vexas chuckled, "ahhh, glad you asked. This is subject 457, a lucky mutant abomination that somehow survived from the contaminated sector several years ago. I'm sure you probably heard about it?"

Triss nodded her head, "Yes, I've heard about bits and pieces of info about that sector. Though not exactly everything."

The male scientist replied, "Good, not all information should be free to download or accessed." Vexas turned back to 457, "The host isn't of importance Dr. Triss. We are only actually testing the PAK. To see if it suppresses pain inflicted upon the wearer." He took a blade off a table, and tested the edge with the tip of his finger.

"So, you all just cut open this Irken to see if it screams less?" She asked, her head tilted a little.

Vexas, sighed, "There is more than trying to find out if 457 hurts less than others. It is to find if he heals faster, if he is smarter, and if he will obey us without question even after we tortured him."

He brought down the blade, cutting into 457's already mutilated abdomen. The young Irken began to scream, trying desperately to get away even if he was stuck and unable to move.

The scientist Vexas narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth in frustration, his antennae flattened, "So far 457 has been a failure." His hand was stained with blood, shaking, and he felt the need to literally stab the stubborn little test subject for not being what he and the other scientists had hoped for. From during the day the PAK had accepted the host they thought was to die. "He doesn't show any signs of understanding what we want him to do, he actually scars up to deep cuts instead of healing them like the normal Irken, he's weak, and is much more aggressive than we would what him to be." Vexas withdrew the blade.

"So if it's a failure, what exactly happens?" She asked, her antennae pricked up from curiosity.

The male scientist chuckled, "You won't have to worry about being assigned to this failure. Since I doubt 457 is even intelligent to understand us. Let's just say the host will be executed, the PAK deactivated and destroyed." He smiled, "But not after we give the little disobedient monster, our last parting gifts through each little torture or test chamber he has ever gone throughout his 5 years of living." Vexas looked at her, "You have just to watch and then once the next living subject resurfaces from that defective batch of Irken smeets. You will start working with the new subject."

Vexas began to start stitching up 457's newly made incision, and called in for a guard to take him back to his cell. The same guard from before walked in, uncuffed his wrists and ankles, forcing 457's shirt back on, and dragged the hurting Irken back. As he was taken away and thrown back into his cell he came to realize they wanted to kill him. That they were going to attempt his death soon, and to show how much they hated him they were going to torture him in all of the chambers he had entered just for their own entertainment.

Looking around, he attempted to see if he could find a possible way to escape. He wasn't really tall, being only 5 years old. So him being a short, little kid could possibly be an advantage when it came to fitting in small spaces. So far his room didn't have any openings or vents. He would have to start possibly thinking about a way to get past the guards who opened his door. This time he will have to try to control himself from wanting to lunge at the guards face in favor of escaping instead.

He didn't have enough time left, but he luckily had the advantage and a chance to escape when they thought him dumb. But for now, he had only to wait for his chance to finally free himself from this place and his death.