(( Just a fanfic idea I've been punting around for awhile now, and decided finally to expound upon. This is, more or less, a prologue. Sorry if it's a bit short, but meh...seemed like a good place to start. 
))
The machine-filled room remained deathly silent, devoured by the shadows and darkness of the latest hours of the night. A narrow beam of light peered feebly from the cracked space of a slightly-ajar door, but such a whimsical light quickly trailed off into nothing. Instead, a pale green light washed over the assortment of ominous tools and equipment inhabiting the dark, foreboding place.
A steady stream of thick bubbles arising from the subject's mouth were a warped shade of translucent green, struggling towards a convocation of wires at the tank's top; the mass offered a chance at the air above, a small pocket created for these very spheres of oxygen to reach. And because it had been impossible to fill the container with the chemically-enhanced and altered liquid…
The muted noise of his subject, his experiment, breathing by means of one of the tangled tubes and wires latched into its body was overshadowed by the rapid clacking as his fingers danced across the sleek silver keyboard positioned before him. A whirlwind of letters forming necessary documents required to be sent to his higher-ups with an irking frequency. But they supplied his laboratory of various horrors with the money. And his experiments required a steady income.
Face highlighted in the luminescent white glow of his computer screen, the scientist felt a familiar smirk raise his lips - the idea that he was in control of such intriguing procedures left him with a god-complex, and it was one he didn't mind in the least. His unhealthily pale fingers hovered frozenly over the electronic attachment to his superior computer, for the briefest moment forgetting where it was that they were to descend next.
Because this latest subject, the one emanating a flood of eerie bubbles and floating, suspended, in the mixture of fluids he had created, it was the greatest success he had achieved yet. No matter how carefully he described the necessary base he required, the idiotic organization seemed to be sated by the pathetic results he'd given it thus far. Perhaps his blind, infuriated demeanor exhibited when he had met with a man important enough to accommodate him had driven the importance of a competent human subject far enough into the higher-ups' skulls.
The scientist, sporting a dingy grey lab coat complete with gaudy name tag, swiveled about in his chair, ignoring the screech of rusted metal as he did so. Wiping a greased strand of dusty brown hair out of his eyes in the same movement that he used to shove his narrow glasses back upon the bridge of his sweaty nose, the man labeled "L.M. Hael, Head Scientist" narrowed his eyes in scrutiny of the creature he had designed. The boy was progressing precisely as his calculations had predicted, and had shown no evidence of awakening prematurely. As had all his other subjects; maybe the altercations were painful…he didn't know, or care…it was the resulting product that mattered.
And the shaggy-haired half-human figure drifting silently in its tank had surpassed every other testing subject entirely.
Already the form's glazed, vague, and unseeing left eye had inherited the dark, crimson hue of the shiny Umbreon's DNA he had salvaged, waiting for the ideal chance to use it. The human's ears were no longer rounded, but elongated so that they parted its ebony hair; jet-black fur covered their unique shape, aside from the glowing blue rings encircling them near the tips. One razor-like fang parted the subject's lips, and fur the velvety color of midnight shadows during a new moon coated the semi-human's skin.
Soon… the scientist told himself, chuckling quietly and turning back to his business. Soon it'll be finished, and then they'll see. We'll all see...
))The machine-filled room remained deathly silent, devoured by the shadows and darkness of the latest hours of the night. A narrow beam of light peered feebly from the cracked space of a slightly-ajar door, but such a whimsical light quickly trailed off into nothing. Instead, a pale green light washed over the assortment of ominous tools and equipment inhabiting the dark, foreboding place.
A steady stream of thick bubbles arising from the subject's mouth were a warped shade of translucent green, struggling towards a convocation of wires at the tank's top; the mass offered a chance at the air above, a small pocket created for these very spheres of oxygen to reach. And because it had been impossible to fill the container with the chemically-enhanced and altered liquid…
The muted noise of his subject, his experiment, breathing by means of one of the tangled tubes and wires latched into its body was overshadowed by the rapid clacking as his fingers danced across the sleek silver keyboard positioned before him. A whirlwind of letters forming necessary documents required to be sent to his higher-ups with an irking frequency. But they supplied his laboratory of various horrors with the money. And his experiments required a steady income.
Face highlighted in the luminescent white glow of his computer screen, the scientist felt a familiar smirk raise his lips - the idea that he was in control of such intriguing procedures left him with a god-complex, and it was one he didn't mind in the least. His unhealthily pale fingers hovered frozenly over the electronic attachment to his superior computer, for the briefest moment forgetting where it was that they were to descend next.
Because this latest subject, the one emanating a flood of eerie bubbles and floating, suspended, in the mixture of fluids he had created, it was the greatest success he had achieved yet. No matter how carefully he described the necessary base he required, the idiotic organization seemed to be sated by the pathetic results he'd given it thus far. Perhaps his blind, infuriated demeanor exhibited when he had met with a man important enough to accommodate him had driven the importance of a competent human subject far enough into the higher-ups' skulls.
The scientist, sporting a dingy grey lab coat complete with gaudy name tag, swiveled about in his chair, ignoring the screech of rusted metal as he did so. Wiping a greased strand of dusty brown hair out of his eyes in the same movement that he used to shove his narrow glasses back upon the bridge of his sweaty nose, the man labeled "L.M. Hael, Head Scientist" narrowed his eyes in scrutiny of the creature he had designed. The boy was progressing precisely as his calculations had predicted, and had shown no evidence of awakening prematurely. As had all his other subjects; maybe the altercations were painful…he didn't know, or care…it was the resulting product that mattered.
And the shaggy-haired half-human figure drifting silently in its tank had surpassed every other testing subject entirely.
Already the form's glazed, vague, and unseeing left eye had inherited the dark, crimson hue of the shiny Umbreon's DNA he had salvaged, waiting for the ideal chance to use it. The human's ears were no longer rounded, but elongated so that they parted its ebony hair; jet-black fur covered their unique shape, aside from the glowing blue rings encircling them near the tips. One razor-like fang parted the subject's lips, and fur the velvety color of midnight shadows during a new moon coated the semi-human's skin.
Soon… the scientist told himself, chuckling quietly and turning back to his business. Soon it'll be finished, and then they'll see. We'll all see...
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