03-27-2003, 01:01 PM
Chapter Thre:
Life after Death[/color][/b][/size]
The light in the room was bright, seeming even brighter against his sore eyes. He could feel his wrists shackled to the cold steel he was lying on, and tested them with the only strength he could muster, but it wasn?t enough to do anything but rattle them. His entire body was sore, as if he?d been beaten for hours on end, and he felt like he should just give in, and let the darkness once again retake him. Unfortunately, that could not happen, as when he was almost unconscious again, an earsplitting crash awoke him.
?I see you?re awake? came the voice, which didn?t seem all that menacing, more nerdy than anything. Stepping up beside the table was a man who had long black hair, pulled back into a ponytail, with large round glasses that framed his face. He grinned slowly as the other?s eyes slowly began to refocus, and finally focused enough to allow him to see the professor.
?I don?t believe it?? he whispered, looking up at the professor, who was cackling. ?Don?t believe what, Mister Hartline?? responded the professor, who reached down to look at the man?s arm, which was covered in ?tread marks,? though they were slowly healing.
?You?you?re supposed to be?be dead?? His eyes began to slip shut again, but a blinding light caught his eyes before he could get them shut. The professor was holding a penlight, looking down into the crimson color that his eyes had taken.
?Not I, but my clone,? came the response. ?You think that the great Professor Hojo would have perished so easily? Of course not. With the research I have already completed, assembling a clone was simple enough ? hell, we did it with Sephiroth; he was only the test subject. I cannot believe that that idiot Rufus ShinRa believed that the clone was really me.? He laughed, it being cold, full of malevolence.
?What are you..?? whispered the Hartline twin, as Hojo picked up a new syringe; it filled with some sort of green-blue mysterious substance. Pulling down on the straps the table had, it tightened the hold on the man?s arm, and the syringe plunged deep inside, injecting the fluid down into the veins.
It burned terribly. It was like his veins were filled with molten lava, trying to eat its way to the surface of his body, melting through the core and out towards the sky to crust. Hojo watched in astonishment as the Hartline twin collapsed against the table, writhing in pain. ?Excellent,? he said to himself, taking a look at the charts beside him which were showing the vitals, heartbeat and blood pressure, internal temperature, and mental stability. Each was rising, getting higher, peaking. The internal temperature scale actually malfunctioned, reading that his temperature had reached a maximum of 156°.
?Vincent Hartline, patient 102-487. Enhanced project Alpha, under ShinRa guidelines A4, E6, and F7. Code: Top Secret.? Hojo would speak into the recording device, which was currently video taping everything going on. ?Patient has been injected with a mixture of makou energy, Jenova cells, as well as some of the leftover cells from the Sephiroth cloning experiment. Subject?s internal temperature, heartbeat, and brain patterns are each over the limit; monitors have been turned off due to the fact that they were giving errors.?
?Hojo?? Vincent would hiss between gritted teeth. His sharp fangs showed in the dim light, as he growled at the professor, trying to lash out at him. ?I?ll kill you, you son of a bitch! How?How dare you do this to me?!? This only brought a smile to the professor?s face.
?You lose this round?your life was extendable to ShinRa, and that is why you work for us now.?
?I?d never work for you?I?d rather die before I did that!?
?As you wish,? came the smart-ass reply from the professor, and he pushed down again on the peddle, causing it to cut off the air to Vincent?s body, the chain around his neck becoming taught. ?You can die; it would make this easier on me. I have all the data I need to create another of you.?
The lights of the room began to dim again, before it all fell into blackness, and Vincent fell deep into unconsciousness. Hojo let out a slight sigh of relief, had the other known what his powers truly were capable of, there may have been problems ? but because he did not yet know, things would be so much easier on him. Pressing a final switch, the table turned and deposited the man into a glass tank which filled with the semisolid makou, and with that, the professor exited the room, to file his report.
Life after Death[/color][/b][/size]
The light in the room was bright, seeming even brighter against his sore eyes. He could feel his wrists shackled to the cold steel he was lying on, and tested them with the only strength he could muster, but it wasn?t enough to do anything but rattle them. His entire body was sore, as if he?d been beaten for hours on end, and he felt like he should just give in, and let the darkness once again retake him. Unfortunately, that could not happen, as when he was almost unconscious again, an earsplitting crash awoke him.
?I see you?re awake? came the voice, which didn?t seem all that menacing, more nerdy than anything. Stepping up beside the table was a man who had long black hair, pulled back into a ponytail, with large round glasses that framed his face. He grinned slowly as the other?s eyes slowly began to refocus, and finally focused enough to allow him to see the professor.
?I don?t believe it?? he whispered, looking up at the professor, who was cackling. ?Don?t believe what, Mister Hartline?? responded the professor, who reached down to look at the man?s arm, which was covered in ?tread marks,? though they were slowly healing.
?You?you?re supposed to be?be dead?? His eyes began to slip shut again, but a blinding light caught his eyes before he could get them shut. The professor was holding a penlight, looking down into the crimson color that his eyes had taken.
?Not I, but my clone,? came the response. ?You think that the great Professor Hojo would have perished so easily? Of course not. With the research I have already completed, assembling a clone was simple enough ? hell, we did it with Sephiroth; he was only the test subject. I cannot believe that that idiot Rufus ShinRa believed that the clone was really me.? He laughed, it being cold, full of malevolence.
?What are you..?? whispered the Hartline twin, as Hojo picked up a new syringe; it filled with some sort of green-blue mysterious substance. Pulling down on the straps the table had, it tightened the hold on the man?s arm, and the syringe plunged deep inside, injecting the fluid down into the veins.
It burned terribly. It was like his veins were filled with molten lava, trying to eat its way to the surface of his body, melting through the core and out towards the sky to crust. Hojo watched in astonishment as the Hartline twin collapsed against the table, writhing in pain. ?Excellent,? he said to himself, taking a look at the charts beside him which were showing the vitals, heartbeat and blood pressure, internal temperature, and mental stability. Each was rising, getting higher, peaking. The internal temperature scale actually malfunctioned, reading that his temperature had reached a maximum of 156°.
?Vincent Hartline, patient 102-487. Enhanced project Alpha, under ShinRa guidelines A4, E6, and F7. Code: Top Secret.? Hojo would speak into the recording device, which was currently video taping everything going on. ?Patient has been injected with a mixture of makou energy, Jenova cells, as well as some of the leftover cells from the Sephiroth cloning experiment. Subject?s internal temperature, heartbeat, and brain patterns are each over the limit; monitors have been turned off due to the fact that they were giving errors.?
?Hojo?? Vincent would hiss between gritted teeth. His sharp fangs showed in the dim light, as he growled at the professor, trying to lash out at him. ?I?ll kill you, you son of a bitch! How?How dare you do this to me?!? This only brought a smile to the professor?s face.
?You lose this round?your life was extendable to ShinRa, and that is why you work for us now.?
?I?d never work for you?I?d rather die before I did that!?
?As you wish,? came the smart-ass reply from the professor, and he pushed down again on the peddle, causing it to cut off the air to Vincent?s body, the chain around his neck becoming taught. ?You can die; it would make this easier on me. I have all the data I need to create another of you.?
The lights of the room began to dim again, before it all fell into blackness, and Vincent fell deep into unconsciousness. Hojo let out a slight sigh of relief, had the other known what his powers truly were capable of, there may have been problems ? but because he did not yet know, things would be so much easier on him. Pressing a final switch, the table turned and deposited the man into a glass tank which filled with the semisolid makou, and with that, the professor exited the room, to file his report.
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