waking (i)

[mit]

8:00 PM, day 685 of experiment MiT27

The gloomy labratory is coated in a thick layer of dust, barely hiding the splatters of dried blood. Broken glass lies everywhere, and the occasional bone can be seen amid the wreckage. Standing relatively undamaged is a machine. This Machine is large and grey, box shaped, with a cracked viewscreen. The Machine is encrusted in dried blood, and a skull lies smashed face down onto the key panel. just beside the skull is a dial, and beside it, a small light, flashing red into the darkness. The viewscreen shows a counter: "685:20:01"

Lying prone in an open wire cage is a dog. A dachshund. The dog breathes slowly, locked in endless sleep. The Machine beeps the creature's heartbeat, slowly, ponderously...

8:30 PM

The Machine has begun to beep faster. The dachshund's shoulder blades spiderweb with blood vessels and begin to swell.

9:30 PM

The dog's shoulder blades burst out of his back with a splatter of blood and continue to grow. A thick mesh of muscle, sinew, and membrane is stretched between the two main bones of each wing, for that is what they are.

9:35 PM

The wings have grown feathers. White feathers.

The Machine beeps faster.

10:00 PM

The wings have retracted, leaving open, oozing gashes in his shoulders. The holes will never seal over, but the wounds will heal...

The dog sleeps on, his heartbeat slowing again.

11:00 PM

The Machine's beeping accelerates again. The dachshund begins to twitch.

12:00 AM, Day 686 of experiment MiT27

The dog stands up, slowly, stretching his muscles. He turns his head north and takes a step in that direction. He encounters a wall and turns toward the wrecked door, his blank, blue-grey eyes registering slight confusion. The dachshund pads through the door and down the hall, toward the exit. He will leave this enclosed area and go north again.

Behind him, the Machine has stopped beeping, but the red light flashes on into the darkness, unchanging.

[[Lithium]]

D'ARTAGAN

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The cold wind brought about another slash of pain in my wound. Darn. Why did it have to be today of all days? I cursed silently under my breath and clamped my jaws, trying to bear with the it. My previous hunting scene replayed in my head. Now was winter and food was scarce--it also equipped the rabbits with an extra sense of defence. Who knew that they would leap about so fast and I, being already hungry and tired already, would stretch my left shoulder too much and end up over-straining my muscles?

Oh this was the worse time to catch me in. One, I'm hungry and cold. Two, I'm already having to bear with this pain which shortens my temper and patience. Three, I'm a mooner and I am so defenseless now. How much worse can it get? Growling slightly in discontent, I found myself stalking aimlessly and soon caught sight of the rundown laboratory. That was where my life had begun. All happy memories of puppyhood had been destroyed in that morbid place. Not that there was anything to be happy about except remmebering how I played with my parents till they and subsequently I, got caught. Flashes of the scientific process of me turning into a mooner came back and I stood stunned for a while. But the wind came again and drove me into it, the doors wide open in a welcoming gesture. Surely no one would be here.

As I entered the four-walled area, my optics slowly adjusted to the irregular lighting. Some parts were certainly too dark to venture into, and there were other parts where the sheer sunlight coming in through the shafts would blind you. But overall, the place was in a mess. The white-yellow paint had been scratched and the wallpaper was torn with missing chunks. Especially the part near the machine. All the dogs that had scratched the wall in agony as they were transformed. I noted all this. Including the blood. And the skull...I had not seen it before. Perhaps it had escaped my notice. Letting out a slow puff, forming a dusty ball of air, I ventured deeper into the area.

I was about to jump onto that machine when I heard a low growl fill the air. Jumping (literally), I hasilty turn round. Since when was there any other canine here? The first thing that I saw were the white, feathery wings. A sunner. Oh no. That was bad. Looking down at an outstretched paw, I noticed the long, extended claws. This dog was probably engaged in some form of dream, he was growling and snarling as he lay, a small lump of brown. Wait a moment. I needn't have been that frightened. He was a small dog, probably a dachshund from his distinct features. I was so much bigger than him. Oh well. I'll just go before trouble comes.

I laid low and slunked towards the heavy doors that had let me in. But a sudden bang filled my ears and echoed throughout the laboratory. I opened my eyes in dismay. The entrance was shut, it was barred. Going up to it, I banged my paws against it but it wouldn't open. And though I'm a smart dog, I hadn't learn how to turn the doorknobs with my teeth yet. Looking for another alternative, a little frenzied, I saw the window. But alas, there was some rusty metal at the only entrance available. Tetanus...I had heard that word from many a human and dog.

Great. Now I would be stuck here with some sunner. And...
A sudden thought hit me and I could have banged my head against something. The sunner must have woken up, from that loud thudding sound the doors let out as they slammed shut! I was getting annoyed. And the pain in my shoulder had subsided a little, but was sitll rather prominent. Should I whip round and face that dog? But moving would be a sign of weakness. And I'm not scared of him. But, who knows what kind of a terror that caning would be? Just as I changed in the night, he could turn into a total demon in the morning.

Slowly, all my senses on alert, every single part of me twitching in caution for what was to come, be it a friendly rush, a blank stare, or an attack, I whirled round, baring my fangs, my tawny optics flashing in the half-darkness.

[Time][1 pm]
[Word Count][811 words]
[Comments][I'm assuming that Mit is asleep in the laboratory and dreaming about the process that he recently went through.Do tell me if it is fine with you ^^

[mit]

OOC: Actually, Mit was in complete stasis until he woke up, so everything that's happened actually happened. He was put in stasis while he underwent the changes the scientists grafted into him, and didn't wake up until just now, when the changes were completed.
I fixed the post a bit so he hasn't left the laboratory yet, and I took a third-person position because Mit wasn't concious.

BIC:

The dog pads down the hall, toward the open door. He must get out... and go north... North. The urge is like the urge to eat. A requirement. A requirement that does not need thought. Just legs. There is no need to be North, just to go north. Perhaps North is not a place at all. No... North is this urge... to go north.

The hall is like the rest of the building. Dark, dry, oppressive, and smelly. Something else hangs in the air, choking everything. The smell of decay coats every surface, and whispers of past wrongs echo throughout the empty rooms. North is not the only reason to leave this place.

Without warning, the doors at the end of the hall close with a shriek and a crash, cutting out what little light was provided. The lack of light does not matter; the dachshund cannot see anyway. But now, there is nowhere to go. The dog can feel the stillness in the air, no breeze stirring the interior of this building. With nowhere to go, the dog sits, and waits. He will wait for an opportunity. North is not going anywhere...

A few minutes go by and nothing happens. The dog gets up and pads over to the door. Nearby, he smells another dog, a nervous dog. He stops for a moment and sniffs the other. The dachshund then continues to the doors, and sniffs around them, taking in the scent of rust, blood, and-

...The fleshy, hairless paw pressed against a large, silver panel beside the doors...

The dog shakes his head, flapping his ears. He scans the area around the doors carefully... there! The panel sits in the wall on the right side of the hallway, just above a large, overturned metal desk. Without hesitation, the dachshund pads over to the desk and climbs up on it, his paws seeking purchase on the smooth top, now the side, of the desk. He looks up. About a two feet above him on the wall is the panel. The dog examines the picture on the panel, an odd figure of a human on what looks like a chair, only with strange circles where the chairlegs should be. He stands up on his hind legs, his back legs on the drawers of the desk, and his front paws on the wall. The dog reaches up with his nose. It just reaches the panel. He pushes on the panel, and to his left he hears a loud creak. He shoots a look at the doors which have opened a crack. The dachshund presses the panel with his nose again, and the doors open further. He pushes on the panel again, opening the doors further, and hops down onto the floor. The doors are just open enough for a large dog to get out. A shaft of moonlight streams into the hall, and the dachshund takes an uncertain step outside...

[[Lithium]]

OOC--hmm I think there is some confusion with the timing. You mentioned moonlight in the last paragraph. from the first to second post though the timing is 12 pm, 1pm. so maybe it would be 1.15 or 2...somewhere in the afternoon.

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[mit]

OOC: Oops. I think the confusion was caused because on that last time I had in the first post I accidentally made it 12 PM instead of AM... Now what? Maybe I should rewrite my past couple of posts?

[[Lithium]]

hmm...so sorry for the trouble. perhaps you might want to change your latest reply after D'artagan has entered.

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