Fourteen

Unedited Chapter segment from HUS: Volume 1 the Rift.

 

Biocybermatrix– The procedure can be described in a three step process: First a parasitic Nano-cell attaches itself to the cell(s) of its host. Second, it then replicates itself upon that of an accelerated rate, swarming and overriding the existing DNA. Third it then forces the host cell to match that of its own structure. The layman’s term is as followed: the machine can repair and restore damaged organic tissue at an extraordinary rate.

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Part I

“God created man in his image, and so it was when man created machine he crafted her into that of his own fantasy. Perverse, arrogant, and egotistic as he, flooding her circuits with that of his own blood. His curse passed unto that of his spawn birthing that of his child. A Goddess amongst man she stood before her creator.”

Doctor Elsa Rajah Knighting.

 

The procedure was relatively painless, or so Elsa had preached. Miss Rose was soon to find that Elsa’s words were truly venomous. Lies and deceit were but all the truth of her ways. I spent many years sifting through files all which were corroded and hardly salvageable. Most of the files that retained upon the subject of the Biocybermatrix had been destroyed long before I could get my hands upon them. What I could find led me to believe that the process consisted of several precision shots. Two in the kidneys (one each two in the spine running along the thoracic one in the buttocks, and a shot directly to the heart. They were hardly painless, and Miss Rose underwent these excruciatingly painfully procedures twelve times under a series of eight weeks.

In the beginning things seemed somewhat ineffective. It appeared that Miss Rose like that of the other forty-four patients, was to be but a failed experiment.

Then came froth the results…

The curse of madness had taken over the Doctor. Her ego had by now consumed that of her identity. To lose one’s mind it is all but the definition of fear. The effects leave one praying for the mercy of death. Death was soon to take the life of patient fourteen. Her liver was the first to fail. Her body suddenly rejecting that of her own organs, the cells had begun an overall invasive attack. Cannibalizing each other in a series of cancerous tumors. Further organ failure was imminent and her condition soon became critical quickly turning the patient comatose… her odds of survival became scarce.

Death seemed immediate. Hope but a shadow of a dream and yet what a sweet dream hope is… Such retaining the grasps of delusion, a scientist such as Miss Knighting knows no such boundaries. The declining condition of patient fourteen was the prime time to test her theory. Perhaps given the right circumstances the Biocybermatrix would be forced to asserting its mechanical dominance over that of her bodies organic state.

Unfortunately, this was not to be the case. Not at first that is…

I can only imagine the horrors conceived in that lab. A creature such as Doctor Elsa Rajah Knighting leaves much to the imagination. I can report but what I witnessed via a rather blurry frame of footage (attained at nearly the cost of my life may I add). Five times the child seized, her convulsions extreme and violent. Once she died… her body passing form that of the living drifting into that of the heavens above only to be dragged back to earth moments later life bursting forcefully into her mortal shell as humanity reasserted its self, savagely, dominating over that of the calling of god. Five organs were replaced. Her condition critical and it appeared that perhaps the experiment had been lost. Yet with much luck to the behalf of the doctor the donors took every time, as the cells regenerated at a hyper stimulated rate. The Biocybermatrix had begun to assert itself. Elsa was sure to attend the bedside of Miss Rose, for she would keep a close eye of patient fourteen.

It was not long after her surgery that Miss Rose started to realize the vast error of naivety for the realization that her torture may never come to an end had without a doubt finally begun to assert itself into that of her tortured mind. Prisoner under the watchful eye of Doctor Knighting; the doctor had taken all from her… humanity all but lost, her life but sold, and freedom all stolen form under her very nose. Restrained to her bed hands clasped in thick leather straps the young patient had become a permanent resident.  Under the watchful eye of the Doctor she had remained immobilized for several days. A luxury in comparison to that of her usual measure of torture. Her previous cell had been a room with a height of merely five feet eighty-four inches; with a width twenty-eight inches she had been practically confined to that of a casket where she had remained in the dark for nearly a week. Torture of the mind… only to be blindfolded and dragged to her now current predicament.

Her body was naked, obscured by the thick leather straps that held her confined to the table at hand. Thick risen scars of her recent surgery were ghoulishly etched upon her body. Making her appearance a mockery of a mere modern monster of medical science. Elsa entered the room triggering a rather distasteful response by that of her patient, for Miss Rose had begun to grind her teeth fiercely in protest. The woman was by this point more animal than human, thrashing wildly about her arms, legs, torso, along with every muscle under her will and control bulging in a futile attempt to tare through the restraints. Still they held tight, bounding her to the will of her master.

Manically laughing amongst herself. The Doctor was as cruel as she was beautiful. Taunting her pet, Elsa dragged her scalpel against the wall. The noise was deafening; chilling to the bone, one could compare such a sound to that best herd during that of their worst nightmare, the result was enough to insight madness to the sanest of minds. Doctor Knighting was anything but sane… for a mania had taken her soul long ago. There was something very disturbing about her demeanor it appeared that insanity had taken its toll upon the scientist.

“Have you come to kill me now?” Miss Rose called out. Her words drifting across the room. Dry and horse she spoke but in a whisper, for her voice had not been used in quite some time. She had almost forgotten… forgotten the sound of own song.

“You would like that. Would you not”? Elsa said her smile widening crawling from ear to ear, perversion looming in her eyes as she peered down upon the defenseless child. Miss Rose was rather sore to the eyes her skin pale as snow, fair and untouched by the sun in god knows how long… perhaps to never see its light again. Such a sight was enough to sadden that of the most callous of hearts. Doctor Knighting had surrendered such emotion long ago, the ego now taking full hold as she bent down to give the young woman a soft kiss upon the brow. Miss Rose spat in repulsion a wad of dry spit spraying the face of her enemy.

“Charming.” The mad doctor scowled, wiping her face with that of her sleeve.

“When I get out of these restraints the first thing I am going to do is kill you.” Miss Rose spoke her words rather casually for a woman of such abuse, her tone strong and firm for fear of her captor had long since vanished, she feared not even death itself… she welcomed such a thought.

Elsa laughed once again. There was something desolate about her laugh, for it was cold heartless as its master. Inhuman was the Doctor and thus she was without emotion. Withdrawing a syringe from her back pocket she pumped the needle full of a rather ominous green liquid that much resembled that of the most toxic of waist.

Glowing the serum was actually glowing…

The injection was swift yet that was not to say the patient was not without struggle. A jab to her stomach. She showed no pain, she did not even grimace instead she bellowed threats and curses such words of distaste from that of her beautiful lips.

“I will fucking kill you. I swear upon my mother’s grave that I am going to ram that scalpel so far up your cunt, as soon as I free myself from out of these restraints. You will see Elsa! YOU WILL FUCKING SEE!”

Succumbing to silence. A rather docile state had taken hold of the vile tong of the child placing an end to that of her vulgar ranting. Such a rouse of the passing moment for the innocence soon vanished as the demon woke form its slumber. The toxicity of the Doctor’s potion was now making its way throughout her bloodstream. Pumping with each beat of her heart. It was a part of her now… Her pupils had enlarged wide and deranged to that of demonic proportion, she appeared moments away from needing an exorcism.

Insanity had taken hold. Her body began to twist and contort in such ways that one would expect from a yoga instructor and not in all what they would expect from in the condition of Miss Rose. Curses slews of profanity continued to bellow from her lips… her beautiful lips…

“I am going to fuck you up so hard you little bitch…” Such vile words form a creature of such beauty.  Agony had overtaken that of her rage. Madness was taking hold of her mind, slowly eroding away what was left of her humanity. “I swear to god I am going to rip you a new asshole…”

Laughter drifted from that of her captor. A sinister sight, for the Doctor was beaming with joy. Her lips vile and cruel curling into a menacing sneer. Miss Rose need not to listen to the cackle of her abuser much longer for her words began to drift into that of the inaudible, and she soon gave into the inevitable fading away into silence.

There came a steady pulse, followed by rhythmic ping that resonated upon that of a nearby monitor, slow steady beat, one of the heart. It appeared that for the moment being her body had stabilized. Fourteen… her love, her creation, from the start, Elsa had known this to be true. She ran her hand perversely across the young woman’s hair burying her fingers amongst her fiery locks of red. Her monster would sleep now, and when she awoke she would be reborn, rebuilt in the image of her maker.

It was time to play god.

 

 

 

 

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