ROUND 2 to dealt with AMEN's countless dying scenes...
The stench of blood decomposing reeked the underground laboratory.
Cries of pain, bawls of sadness, and wails of torture, all echoed
down the corridor. AMEN shuddered once she heard the cries. A firm
hand pressed onto her left shoulder. He scrambled to him, wrapping
his arms around his waist. His purpose of coming into this haunting
laboratory was
downright disturbing.
AMEN tilted his head upwards, looking at the man in a white lab
coat. He could not make out how he looked, or even see the top half
of his body. All he could see was the bottom half bloodstained
white coat, black trousers that were starched and gleaming shoes
that clacked every time he paces. He stopped. AMEN followed suit.
The scientists grubby hands into his shirt pocket before pulling
out a key with a Swastika logo stamped on it. Unlocking the rusty
iron door, AMEN soon realized what he needed to do. All that he was
required to do was sit on the steel, experiment chair. The dried
bloodstains on it stabbed his mind, as if telling him to turn back.
Howls of pain echoed once again. His legs quivered as AMEN made his
way to take a seat. While doing so, he could feel the cold concrete
floor numbing his feet even though he wore shoes. The eerie
atmosphere enveloped him, as if he was being consumed. The cold
steel rubbing against his skin was like a knife hacking a portion
of his flesh.
Huh? was his only reply when the scientist began to chain, and
straps him up.
AMENs arms were strapped to the arm rests by thick, bloodied
canvas and belted. His legs were chained firmly, preventing
movement. His torso was wrapped just firm enough to allow slight
movement and air flow with canvas and belted. By then, he was
ready. Ready, to be the scientists guinea pig. Ready, to either
change his life, or end it. AMEN could see the translucent dull
grey fluid in the syringe where the scientist was holding it. He
panicked, momentarily. A thought ran into his mind, somehow calming
him down in the process. A sharp pain could be felt on his left arm
at the deltoid. He could feel the cold contents entering his blood
system as AMEN flinched for a split second. The scientist yanked
the syringe out before moving towards the glass windows with a
thumb up. AMENs eyes began to drift around as he makes an attempt
to look at the group of scientists on the opposite room separated
by several thick glass panels. One of the scientists then mouthed
his words to her.
For Fuhrer, for Mother Germany. Good luck, AMEN.
A group of people, majority in white lab coats, stared at the test
subject, whom had his eyes wandering around. They sighed, thinking
that they had failed once again. Fifty years of perfecting this
devastating concoction, which had claimed countless lives, had all
gone to waste. A couple entered the room where the scientists were.
One of them pointed his index finger to the boy in the other room.
The couple turned their attention. There he was; their son, who had
foolishly agreed to be the test subject.
AMENs mind was slowly drifting away until he took notice of a
couple; his parents. He gazed at them, eyes telling his parents
that he would be all right. However, things started to turn for the
worse before AMEN could lift a smile on his face.
Uh
Agh
as the noises he could only voice out.
He could feel his pulse increasing. His breaths became heavier as
second ticked by. His heart began to burn, as if someone was
clawing it. His head began to pulsate, breaking out from a
headache, to severe migraine. AMEN tried to move his arms, but they
were belted firmly. The world around him began to spin as his eyes
rolled. Saliva dribbled down his chin uncontrollably as the torture
continued. He could feel as if his torso was beaten up with whips,
baseball bats, and hammers. His legs broke out with severe cramps,
sending a shock into his brain. AMEN shot his head upwards, before
voicing out his moment of despair.
Argh! Agh! Urgh! Ergg
Agh! his cries echoed before more came out
from his mouth. Arg! Argh!
Hot tears began streaming down his eyes. Cold sweat broke out from
his forehead before beads of it trickled down to the cold concrete.
Veins protruded out from his temples, throbbing violently, each
time knifing into his brain. His torso trembled. His shirt was
completely drenched in sweat. His arms bled due to the rust on the
arm rests cutting into AMENs flesh. He shook his head, trying to
get rid of the throbs in his skull. Nothing seemed to work.
Instead, another bout of beating was felt on her torso ensued, this
time as if he was being stabbed.
