(A/N: Taa-daa. It's baaaaaack. FF.Net decided they needed to delete the fic, thus I'm re-posting it in all it's former glory.
And this time, FF.Net won't have anything to complain about. A big thank-you goes out to all those who reviewed before.)
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Dawn of Terror
by Angelblood
Chapter One: Nightmare in White
The lights cascaded down- bright, angry lights that flooded into infected, painful eyes. Pus ran freely from them; mucus
caked around the nostrils of the creature's tiny nose and hollowed cheeks rounded out the sickly appearance. But the weak
pules of agony were blocked out by the glass walls.
The woman in the white lab coat stood outside them, watching with impassive blue eyes the dull gold ones that met her own gaze fearfully. Slowly, the barriers that separated them lowered, all with the simple push of a button. She readied the needle in her hand. She watched the child's eyes flicker nervously from her face, darting to her hand, where the needle was grasped tightly. His gaze came back to rest upon her cold face, begging her to save him this pain.
She could barely believe that a child of three could comprehend what all this meant- the daily ritual that was being
performed. She turned her gaze away to the floor, unable to keep the tears from forming in her eyes. How? How could they do
such a thing to a mere child?
Slowly, she brought her eyes back up to meet that cursed gaze- one that only acknowledged fear, pain and confusion. How could
they do this to a child? How could they kill him slowly like this? How? How?
As if in slow motion, her nerveless fingers dropped the syringe. She couldn't do it- not to the poor, defenseless creature
that was staring back up at her, eyes full of despair. The needle clattered to the floor, echoing in the empty night-time
lab. The child's breathing was raspy and quick- he was almost hyperventilating. She took a step towards him and his breath
came a little faster and his eyes dilated with fear. She laid her hands on his tiny back, wincing as her fingertips brushed
angry, infected cuts.
The boy winced, moving away from her touch- unsure of what was to follow. He shivered, the cold air of the lab rushing over
his slim, naked form. Cautiously, she picked him up, trying not to alarm him.
He was barely bigger than her own two-year old- weighed likely less. He screwed up his face and turned his head aside. He
moved feebly, trying to push her away with weakened limbs. He was crying, but his sobs were barely more than hiccups. She
held him out at arms' length, admiring the pitifully thin body, the cuts and scars that adorned it. Thick dark locks tumbled
across his dirty face as he squirmed. Golden eyes worked themselves into angry slits; tiny fangs poked from between taut
lips; elegantly pointed ears were obscured by dirty, tangled hair.
"Poor baby," she murmured, bringing him closer to her being.
Hesitantly, she tucked the child under her lab coat and ducked out of the lab, into the white corridors.
~*~*
(A/N: O__o;;;; This seemed longer before....oh well. ^_^;;;; Chapter 2 shall be posted shortly.)
And this time, FF.Net won't have anything to complain about. A big thank-you goes out to all those who reviewed before.)
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Dawn of Terror
by Angelblood
Chapter One: Nightmare in White
The lights cascaded down- bright, angry lights that flooded into infected, painful eyes. Pus ran freely from them; mucus
caked around the nostrils of the creature's tiny nose and hollowed cheeks rounded out the sickly appearance. But the weak
pules of agony were blocked out by the glass walls.
The woman in the white lab coat stood outside them, watching with impassive blue eyes the dull gold ones that met her own gaze fearfully. Slowly, the barriers that separated them lowered, all with the simple push of a button. She readied the needle in her hand. She watched the child's eyes flicker nervously from her face, darting to her hand, where the needle was grasped tightly. His gaze came back to rest upon her cold face, begging her to save him this pain.
She could barely believe that a child of three could comprehend what all this meant- the daily ritual that was being
performed. She turned her gaze away to the floor, unable to keep the tears from forming in her eyes. How? How could they do
such a thing to a mere child?
Slowly, she brought her eyes back up to meet that cursed gaze- one that only acknowledged fear, pain and confusion. How could
they do this to a child? How could they kill him slowly like this? How? How?
As if in slow motion, her nerveless fingers dropped the syringe. She couldn't do it- not to the poor, defenseless creature
that was staring back up at her, eyes full of despair. The needle clattered to the floor, echoing in the empty night-time
lab. The child's breathing was raspy and quick- he was almost hyperventilating. She took a step towards him and his breath
came a little faster and his eyes dilated with fear. She laid her hands on his tiny back, wincing as her fingertips brushed
angry, infected cuts.
The boy winced, moving away from her touch- unsure of what was to follow. He shivered, the cold air of the lab rushing over
his slim, naked form. Cautiously, she picked him up, trying not to alarm him.
He was barely bigger than her own two-year old- weighed likely less. He screwed up his face and turned his head aside. He
moved feebly, trying to push her away with weakened limbs. He was crying, but his sobs were barely more than hiccups. She
held him out at arms' length, admiring the pitifully thin body, the cuts and scars that adorned it. Thick dark locks tumbled
across his dirty face as he squirmed. Golden eyes worked themselves into angry slits; tiny fangs poked from between taut
lips; elegantly pointed ears were obscured by dirty, tangled hair.
"Poor baby," she murmured, bringing him closer to her being.
Hesitantly, she tucked the child under her lab coat and ducked out of the lab, into the white corridors.
~*~*
(A/N: O__o;;;; This seemed longer before....oh well. ^_^;;;; Chapter 2 shall be posted shortly.)