"I-I just think that..." The nerdy teen winced as he took off his shirt and sat down on a bench, looking at the long needle that would be administering this...whatever this was.
"Now, don't be so shy, Carl. This is all for your own good." Dr. Kent stated, and took a little too much satisfaction as he started to inject Carl. The other boys watched Carl go on with it, standing as still as he could even though the nerdy boy was in a great deal of pain. Carl's hands were clenching his knees tight, and his teeth likewise were grit tight against each other.
It was all Carl could do to not scream. He felt like fire was being injected directly into his veins, setting him ablaze from the inside. The burning, the pain was threatening to rip through him...and then it was done. As soon as the immense sensation of pain started, it seemed to flare out and vanish. And Carl was left distinctly aware of his body being drenched in sweat - his eyes stinging from the salty water dripping down from the crown of his head.
Tyler commented, "This...cannot be legal. I'm sure my father will---"
"Your father will hear nothing of this, Tyler." Dr. Kent responded in a slightly smug tone. He grinned and looked over Carl. "Now, you're free to go. I'll be in touch. Don't think about such things as "escape" again."
"This is fucked up on so many levels!" Anthony shouted, before a pair of guards hushed him.
With that, the doctor's assistant, a cold and tall woman with slicked back black hair named Miranda guided Carl out and into a side of the area he hadn't ever seen before. This place mostly looked like farmland, but the place Miranda was bringing him over to was almost stately looking. It seemed like a fusion of a large mansion in one end and a huge gym on the other.
Miranda looked down at Carl and stated, "This will be your new accommodation. You'll be able to see your old...friends about an hour or two a day. Make yourself at home."
Carl was just staring at this point, wondering what he was going to be going through with this in mind. He was just about to say something when he looked back where Miranda was and saw she was already gone. He cursed under his breath and headed into the gym-place. Already something was making him feel more...at home here. Looking inside he saw so many different fitness machines and studios, free weights a'plenty.
"Bet the muscleheads back home would see this as a paradise..." Carl commented as he examined the front door and let himself in. The wind in here was very nice, pleasantly warm if not overwhelming, and Carl was already starting to feel kind of an odd tingly feeling across his body. Maybe it was just nerves, but he was really kinda feeling...oddly nice if it was nerves.
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"Are you sure it is wise to do these experiments on these...children? I know nobody will miss them, but the director will not be happy if he finds out these kids are going to be transforming..." Miranda said as she spoke in private with Dr. Kent. Full name Doctor Allen Kent, he was hired by people bigger and more important than him to run this program.
The greying doctor snapped, "It's not wise, and that's why we need to be careful with it. No changing them all at once. It'll take weeksfor them to fully change. And thus, we'll be able to get away with this. Pass it off as them adjusting to the program."
"I just..." Miranda looked to the side, "I know why you're doing this. And I want to support you in every way I can. You know how we are..."
"Then," Kent said in a rather frustrated tone, "You should know how important this is to me. If I can successfully manage these changes, then my passion project can continue. Turning back the hands of time will be revolutionary...and it will let me...let us...continue. Miranda, you're beautiful, you're young, but I'm 49, and I'm not getting younger..."
"If we rush this, you don't know what might happen. The last batch killed the test subject!" Miranda stated, obviously concerned.
"Just let me handle the details, I'm the doctor here, you're my head of security." Dr. Kent replied, looking down at a particular beaker full of electric blue liquid. "We're so close. So very close. We're achieving so many other transformations. But we just need a little more to let me turn back the hands of time."
Miranda put her hands on his shoulders, and said, "Let's...try again."
"Right now?" He turned and looked at her, removing his lab coat even as he did, revealing his large, strong build concealed in a button up shirt and dress pants. "...You love playing risky don't you?" Kent knew that even though he looked impressive, it was what he couldn't see that was destroying him, day by day.
"Risk management is right there in my job description." Miranda said as she started guiding him off to a side room, all the while unbuttoning his shirt...