Part 4 “Intergalactic Planetary, Planetary Intergalactic.”
Heavy breathing. A man being dragged. Heavy breathing. His head is covered by a black sack. Heavy breathing. He is disoriented, unsure of wear he is. Heavy breathing. Two men dressed in lab coats, both with pistols in their holsters are dragging him through a hallway. The building looks like an underground bunker but clean. Sterile would be the best way to describe how these hallways felt. Both men wore face masks and hair nets. They looked as if they were scientists or even doctors. The man was confused. They arrived at a cell. The plexi glass door opened and the two scientists dragged the bagged man into the cell and left him in the center of the room. One removed the sack covering the confused man’s head and both left the cell. Now the two men weren't visible as they left the hallway into another part of the facility. The confused man remained still for some moments. He slowly stood up. He walked over to a bunk within his cell that had some clothes on it and began to dress when a voice rang out. “Whats your name? How did you get in here? Do you remember how you got here?” The voice was robotic, kind of sounded like Stephen Hawking’s computer voice. The man didn’t answer. He continued to get dressed. Joel typed the same questions into his computer and they went unanswered. The man was tall and built. Shoulders wide as a refrigerator, legs as thick a tree trunks, arms strong enough to pickup cars, this man was god like. As he turned towards Joel his golden hair flowed through the air like the girls in a Treseme hair commercial. His beard was full and confident. The bearded man walked up to the glass where Joel stood. Joel asked his questions one more time, adding, “My name is Joel, he is Spoole. Hes been here for 3 years, I’ve been here for a month.” The bearded man stood staring at Joel and looking through the glass to the other cell to observe Spoole. He took a deep breath through his nostrils. “Bruce.” That’s it, that’s all he said. Joel asked, “What can you do?” “Bruce can do?” The bearded man asked looking puzzled. Joel said, “Well we can both do things. I can kill people with my voice and he turns into a big scary monster. What can you do?” Bruce stood there for a moment as if thinking of a good reply. Soon a change began to occur. The once giant man began to shrink, not only that he began to change shape. Hair began to grow everywhere on his body. His nose and mouth elongated into a snout. His ears perked up. His jaw changed shape. Arms and legs turned into paws. Joel saw the bearded transform into a arctic wolf. Joel stood there shocked, utterly at a lost for words. “That’s incredible!” Joel's computer shouted with amazement. “Eh, you see what I can do?” Spoole was unimpressed. The arctic wolf panted and yelped. Another transformation began. The wolf got bigger, and the body transformed. His hair turned black, and the legs turned into arms. Soon an 800-pound gorilla stood on all fours. The gorilla stared at Spoole and growled with a booming voice. The gorilla stomped the ground with one fist and snorted exposing his chest with a dominant stance. Spoole was admittedly jealous but wouldn’t admit it; he just sat back down on his bed. The gorilla began to transform back into Bruce’s human body. “Bruce make animal.” Bruce seemingly only knows how to talk in the third person. Joel was still shocked, but before he could ask another question a buzzer went off as loud as an explosion. Over the intercom, “Get to the back of your cell and face away from the door!” Two scientist looking men and two men with rifles entered the room with the prisoner’s cells. One scientist told one of the soldiers, “That one. Its time for initial testing.” The soldier nodded and said “Roger.” He approached Bruce’s cell door, the second soldier was behind him. “Hey Beastie Boy, turn around and get to the back of the cell NOW!” The soldier pointed his rifle at Bruce. Bruce was threatened and began to get angry. His transformation began as the two soldiers opened the cell door and began to fire at Bruce mid transformation. The ammunition was tranquilizer darts powerful enough to knock out an elephant. Bruce shrieked in pain and began to get woozy. His body returned to human form and he fainted on to the ground. The soldier zip tied his hands behind his back and then dragged him out of the cell and out of the prison quarters. The scientists laughed as one said “damn, big boy.” The other men chuckled as they entered a surgical room. The men hoisted Bruce onto a high tech surgical bed and strapped his wrists and ankles down. The soldiers stood at the exit, one within the surgical suite, and one just outside the door. One of the scientists, who we will call Bob, grabbed an IV kit. He started an IV on the right arm and hung some fluids to keep Bruce sedated. The door opened as Mr. Nissankawasaki and the BeckinsaleUpton baby, who’s name by the way is now Veronica, entered the room. Bob said “Good morning sir. We are beginning the initial workup of sample collection from patient codename Beastie Boy.” Mr. Nissankawasaki said “Good. Don’t miss anything,” in a very asiany accent. Veronica stepped forward and asked “How long until we can see some improvement on the formula?” Bob responded “well we must continue running tests before we make any breakthroughs. Once we get the results we can deliver them straight to Professor Sonntag” “Don’t fail us, you know how Mr. Nissankawasaki handles failure,” Veronica said as they both left the room. “What a bitch,” Bob looked over to Bob and chuckled. Ooh, important, all of the scientists are clones, and they’re all named Bob. Bob and Bob collected blood, hair, skin, and even one ampule of CNS fluid. All of the vials were labeled DW#3 and packaged in a black Pelican case with individual foam pockets. Bob grabbed the case and left the surgical suite. He left the hallway into a part of the facility we haven’t seen yet. Bob with Bruce began to remove the IV and prep him for return to his cell. Bruce’s body began to transform. The straps squealed under the pressure, as his body grew larger. The tensions grew until they burst open. Bob frantically injected Bruce with 50 ccs of tranquilizer but he didn’t respond. Bruce was slowly regaining consciousness. His arms formed wings with scales and his feet grew talons. A tail grew from his back. Bruce was now a full grown Pterodactyl. The soldiers fired round after round of tranq darts into the Pterodactyl’s skin but Bruce didn’t respond. His wings grew full span and he burst through the roof into the sky. One soldier slammed the alarm button on the wall and the entire facility was on full alert. Anti-aircraft guns mechanized from the roof and took aim at Bruce as he tried to escape. DOON DOON DOON DOON DOON DOON DOON DOON. Heavy fire repeated over and over shooting at Bruce. Most barely missed him until he was hit several times in his wings and some in his torso. The Pterodactyl let out a screech and collapsed as he fell to the ground. “Notify the ground team to recover the body!” The soldiers outside organized into their ground vehicles and exited the compound. They drove after the homing beacon that was inject into Bruce on intake. As they approached the beacon they expected to see a dead Pterodactyl. What they found was Bruce in his human form with deep flesh wounds. He seemed to be unconscious but alive. The ground team returned Bruce’s body to the compound and he was rushed to the surgical suite. A team of Bobs spent hours operating on Bruce’s wounds until he was stable. They patched him up and kept him under sedation until he was inside of his cell. Joel typed his computer “What did you do to him?!!?” He banged on the glass and typed into the computer over and over “Wake up Bruce!” Bruce was unconscious for 3 days until he woke up groggy and in pain. “Bruce hurt.” Joel rushed to the window and typed “Bruce you are awake! Are you ok? What happened?” Bruce said, “Bruce escape. Bruce get shot. Bruce fall down. Bruce wake up.” Joel asked “What did you see out there?” “Bruce see many desert. Building with wall and fence and guards. Building big.” Joel asked “Do you know what this place is Bruce? Do you know where we are?” “Bruce not know where are. Bruce see orange triangle with lighting bolt on side of building,” Bruce said.(Camera fade out)
Lawrence walks through the mahogany double doors to Mr. Nissankawasaki’s office at the top of the building. In the very large office is a collection of hunted game mounted on his walls. Gorgeous antique wooden furniture filled the room. Warmth provided by the stone fireplace was plentiful. On the floor were the skins of a lion, zebra, and panda bear. In front of the fireplace, Veronica sat on what looked like a very comfortable couch sipping what can only be assumed as very expensive chardonnay. At the end of the room was a large desk and behind it stood Mr. Nissankawasaki. He stared out of his floor to ceiling window and gazed upon his compound. Both hands on his hips he didn’t move an inch. Lawrence was holding a tablet pc with information on it. “Sir, the results of Beastie Boy’s lab work are incredible. The formula is almost complete. I know I can finish the original formula once we capture the two remaining participants. With their test results, we can go into full production of the DW serum with the original formula that Dr. Kovic destroyed all those years ago.” Mr. Nissankawasaki sighed and seemed pleased. Without turning towards Lawrence he continued looking out of his window and said “Good,” once again in a very asiany accent. Now as he said that imagine you are floating in mid air staring at Mr. Nissankawasaki from the outside of his window. You, being a floating imaginary camera, begin to pan out and upwards to view the entire outside of the compound. Slowly you reveal the words on the side of the building with the logo of the orange triangle with a lightning bolt. The name reads Doritos.
Submitted December 18, 2014 at 01:56AM by vk003200222 http://ift.tt/16tPiJB InsideGaming
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