vol1
In Deep White's lab, 90 percent of the experiments that were contaminated with merman cells were classified as "experimental garbage". They don't have names, they'll come in batches of a dozen or so - then killed, and transported by the cold, well-run railcar to Deep White's underground biological waste treatment plant for disposal.
Employees will never want to know where the ducted heat that keeps the building warm in the winter comes from.
But Vincent Sivers now has a number.
There will be some peculiar mutations in the merman-contaminated experimental body. Only at this time, they will be numbered, and the experimenters finally feel that they will have a little research value.
Caroline didn't know how Vincent would feel about it, if he was still sane, he might find it funny.
"Cuckoo..."
Sitting in a wheelchair, Caroline let out a short, hoarse laugh because of the boundless thoughts in her head.
Laughter echoed in the hallway, as if in the valley, the sound was empty. However, where she is now, it is inside the building of Shenbai Biotechnology. There are many researchers in the corridor who are going to sneak into the restaurant for a rest during lunch time, but the corridor that should have been slightly noisy is now silent.
Everyone looked at Caroline, who was walking slowly in the wheelchair, with subtle expressions.
Some people took their eyes off Caroline's face in a self-conscious manner.
"They looked like they were going to throw up."
Caroline's eyes twitched, and bit by bit, the disgust that appeared on the faces of those people was deeply engraved in her psyche.
Even she herself didn't know what was wrong with her, but what was certain was that Caroline felt a secret joy after seeing their disgusting appearance.
For God's sake, she hadn't been this happy in a long time.
Those damn little bitches... you gotta be sick.
She disappeared into a closed observation room at the end of the hallway with the kind of laughter that made everyone shudder.
Looking at the "restricted authority" displayed on the screen by the badge, a rage that almost wanted to destroy everything spewed out of her heart like a black thorn.
Caroline's nails were deeply embedded in the leather cushions on the armrests of the wheelchair.
Andre's shit took away her senior privileges while she was recovering.
The many labs that were once unobstructed to her are now firmly closed, except...
"Did—you're welcome, Ms. Caroline."
In the flat electronic female voice, the metal door opened smoothly.
Except for the observation room of Subject A137.
Caroline slid in the wheelchair slowly.
When the metal door was closed again, all the noise was blocked from the outside.
The air is cool and dry.
The observation room was silent, as if she and Vincent were the only ones left in the whole world.
"Hi, Vincent."
The thorn-like sharp breath faded from Caroline's body, and she slowly came to the confinement vessel like a huge aquarium, looking inward through the glass.
At first she could only see the icy blue of the artificial seawater.
Tears rolled down her hard, uneven cheeks, and she leaned her forehead against the glass and choked out.
"Vincent... answer me, Vincent, at least let me know, I still have you..."
After maliciously revoking Caroline's authority and stripping her of her power bit by bit, Anderson, out of some shady malice, finally left Vinson to Caroline.
It was the only thing she had now.
"bump-"
A tentacle covered with warts slammed against the other side of the glass, waking Caroline from the deep pain.
She was startled, raised her head, and saw Vincent who failed to attack.
"Oh, Vincent..."
The moment she saw him, Caroline burst into tears.
He has no human appearance at all, and he has obviously mutated again during Caroline's cultivation.
His lower body became a serpent-like hind limb, and a layer of fine gray scales covered the back and sides of his body. There were no scales on his abdomen and chest, and his bare skin was as pale as a swollen floating corpse. What degenerates into two bright red glass beads is embedded in the smooth, expressionless face. The mouthparts like aliens have sharp teeth. After seeing Caroline, the mouthparts are like sharp teeth. It popped out like a sword, and hit the glass hard.
It can be seen that it is full of aggressiveness towards Caroline. If it wasn't blocked by the special protective glass, Caroline would have been hollowed out by his mouthparts at this time.
His inhuman, beastly greed for her made Caroline feel sick.
Merciful Virgin Mary, she is so, so deeply in love with Vincent Sivers.
Caroline sobbed and tried to wake Vincent, knowing that the only thing she had now was him.
She showed him some videos and slideshows about their past, but Vincent, the monster numbered A137, remained stubbornly bestial.
He hit the glass frantically, his sharp nails scratched on it, and the frenzied appearance even made Caroline secretly worry about the strength of the protective measures.
And at this moment, the video jumps.
Caroline was shocked to hear a familiar voice.
"… oh please, Caroline, don't shoot me, I'm just passing by!"
"Rand, this is Vincent's birthday party. Just a few words!"
"I… well, happy birthday, Vincent."
…
Caroline turned her head and stared blankly at Rand's face on the screen. It was Vincent's birthday, Caroline collected other people's wishes for him before his birthday and wanted to give him a birthday present, and Rand was one of them. Caroline had hoped that the warmth of this video collection would remind Vincent of something, but she completely forgot to pull out the Rand part.
At the moment Rand's voice sounded, Vincent suddenly quieted down.
His face was pressed against the glass, staring intently at Rand's figure on the screen. That gentle and earnest appearance instantly overlapped with his appearance when he was still a human.
Caroline almost had the illusion that he was back to normal...
But after Rand's shot ended, Vinson was once again the sickening beast.
It's just that now he didn't try to attack Caroline as before. On the contrary, his eyes were still on the changing screen, and his tail hit the floor of the observation room heavily. Like some kind of alarm, like some kind of urging.
Caroline looked at him coldly, trembling so hard that she could barely control the computer.
After a while, in order to confirm her own thoughts, she silently replayed Rand's footage. Just as she thought, after Rand appeared, Vincent immediately quieted down.
His fingers lightly pressed against the other side of the glass, as if pressing Rand's face.
"Lan... De... "
A very muffled sound rolled out of his deformed mouth.
Tears poured out of Caroline's eyes uncontrollably.
"Vincent Sivers! Why don't you look at me! Why don't you look at me?"
She rushed to Vincent's line of sight and slapped the glass hard.
"Look at what you did to me—you bastard—"
She screamed hysterically.
"Why the fuck don't you call me by my name? Why! Call me 'Caroline' and call me 'Caroline'!"
Vincent didn't even pay attention to her.
All the while, he was just looking at the screen behind Caroline.
Rand's figure disappeared again, it made a sound of anger and sadness, and the color of its body turned dark gray.
Caroline gritted her teeth. She pulled over the control panel and replayed Rand's audio and video, but at the same time, she slammed a key on the panel.
That's the control button to stop the experiment's excessive behavior. After pressing it, an electric current will be released inside the isolation chamber - it won't hurt the name of the experiment, but it's enough for them to suffer for a long time.
Vincent rolled on the side of the wall, and then let out a scream that was indistinguishable from pain or anger.
The repeated application of electric current in a short period of time made its scales black and cracked, revealing fresh flesh, and the originally clear artificial seawater became turbid.
But at the moment of Rand's wry smile, it would still foolishly hit the wall, trying to see what the man looked like.
Caroline heard herself cry, but she did it anyway.
She repeatedly played Rand's voice, Rand's image, and kept pressing the button at the same time.
again and again.
Vol 2
"Gosh, stop... no..."
Rand didn't know how he woke up.
Waking up in a nightmare was never an unfamiliar experience for someone like him.
But today this time seems to be a little more terrifying.
His body was trembling, and his back was covered in cold sweat. When he tried to calm down by covering his face with his hands, he found himself bursting into tears, as if he had cried out in a dream.
Even now that he has woken up, the dark fear and pain still seem to linger on him.
"Rand?"
His movement was not small, and almost at the same time, Munster's voice came from outside the door.
"I'm fine..." he shouted in the direction of the door, his voice unusually hoarse.
"You don't sound good. May I come in?"
After a while, Munster whispered outside the door.
"I'm… okay, just a nightmare. Don't come in, Munster, listen to me."
Rand stroked his hair and took a deep breath. He turned on the light, trying to free himself from the afterglow of the nightmare.
But I don't know why, even if the lights are turned on, the room seems to be much darker than before, a lot of...
However, Rand didn't care about this. The previous excitement gave him a very faint scent of roses. Rand didn't want to get along with Munster at this time.
He got out of bed to go to the bathroom to take a shower, the smell… whatever it ended up being, it seemed to fade or even disappear after the shower.
But when he did that, he realized the difference in his body.
The floor became much softer than he remembered, and the straight bathroom door frame seemed to be slightly deformed... It was only after he stood up that he realized that walking was such a difficult task, his body wobbled and his joints hurt terribly. .
He tried to walk a few steps, but then he fell to the ground completely uncontrollably.
He has a high fever.
"Rand?!"
Munster called to him uneasily.
Rand gritted his teeth and suppressed a painful moan.
"I... I'm fine... "
I don't know if it was because he was aware of the pain in his body, his discomfort seemed to suddenly become stronger.
For a moment, Rand didn't even have the strength to get up from the ground.
The rose smell was getting stronger, which wasn't a good sign - Rand didn't know if it was because of his sense of smell or if he was really starting to have that weird smell on his own.
He still remembered Munster's dizzy appearance from the smell before, and he didn't want Munster to behave weird again because of him.
But things don't always go as planned.
A few seconds later, a tsunami of intense pain swept through Rand completely uncontrollably and let out a scream.
"Rand—"
The door was knocked open, and Munster rushed in.
Rand was hugged into a cold embrace with a faint smell of water.
"Munster, you'd better stay away from me, I'm not quite right..."
Rand half groaned.
Every inch of his skin seemed to be burned by the fire of hell. Every part of the skin exposed to the outside was abnormally blushing due to the high heat.
If Rand still had normal intelligence to measure his body temperature, he would probably be surprised by the value on it.
You know, that's far more than a human could possibly have, and before reaching that temperature, that human would have died from heat cramps and a host of complications.
Rand wasn't dead—but he certainly wasn't feeling well.
With every breath he felt like he had transformed into a dragon from the novel, exhaling not carbon dioxide but a scorching flame that made his nasal cavity painful.
Munster's icy skin became his final redemption.
Rand rubbed against it.
The rose smell became thick and rich... The moment Munster smelled that smell, the color of the scales began to deepen. Its sanity seems to be involved in something and becomes confused.
It stared deeply at the weak Rand in its arms.
The desire to kiss him burned its ignorant soul, but Rand's painful moan forced it to pull back its sanity.
Rand is sick, and now most importantly, it should take care of him.
Munster was a little overwhelmed, but more clearly than ever.
Its nails slid hard into the gaps in the scales on its tail, and the pain allowed it to barely maintain sanity.
"Rand, what's wrong with you? What should I do?"
It gently shook the man in its arms.
In just a short period of time, his condition became worse than before.
His temperature was still rising, and in addition his body had undergone incredible changes.
Some wound-like marks appeared on his arms and back.
Rand raised his hand tremblingly and looked at the traces that appeared on his body. The traces seemed to be just some strange twists and turns, but they hit Rand's heart like lightning.
His soul seemed to be torn in two.
Half of them are still imprisoned in their bodies and endure crazy pain, while the other half are in another world.
There was a boy there, with a thin knife in his hand, who gave Rand a diabolical smile.
Vol3
"Rand, my brother, you'll like this, it's art."
He approached Rand step by step.
Rand felt his body as cold as ice, unable to move.
He lowered his head and saw his body.
This is the body of a young child, completely naked, with bright red blood pouring out from every wound on his body, as if he had been dressed in bright red clothes.
Tears were dripping from his eyes completely uncontrollably, and pain and deep fear gripped his throat tightly.
The boy seemed to have encountered a very happy festival, and he smiled so much that his teeth were bared.
He crouched beside Rand and pulled his arm.
The tip of the knife pierced the boy's skin.
"The part on the back is over, hold on, and the last sentence is almost done... Oh, don't cry, when you really learn to appreciate this, you will know how beautiful it is, blood and skin are the best vehicles for poetry , Mom was right... not to mention that Gabriela Mistral is my favorite author and the subject fits your personal..."
He muttered as he inscribed his favorite poem, letter by letter, on Rand's arm.
- That day, the evil hands choked you,
The stars take you out of the lily garden.
When evil hands are unfortunate in the garden,
Your life is a year of joy...
Vol4
After two hellish hours, his fever finally subsided.
However, this sudden high fever brought a sequela that Rand had never seen before. His skin became like dry cellophane, wrinkled and wrapped around his body.
Rand nearly had an asthma attack when he saw himself in the mirror.
After trying to calm down, Rand fought his nausea to lift a patch of skin with his fingernails—and found that they were just dead skin.
Rand took a deep breath.
He tried to rip the dry skin off his body.
This was probably the most bizarre scene he had ever encountered. The skin was so complete that it could be reassembled into the shape of his limbs on the ground, giving Rand the illusion that he was a shedding snake.
There are still very light marks on the skin where the poems have been carved, some incomplete bends and scratches.
After tore off the large folds of dead skin on his body, Rand stood expressionlessly at the door of the bathroom, looking at the yellowish human skin on the tiles.
There was still some confusion in his brain.
what on earth is it
Is it the sequelae of high fever? Or some kind of new skin disease
Raising his hand, Rand gently touched his skin with his hand.
They felt so smooth and soft... Maybe because there wasn't a single hair on his skin now, and Rand always felt something was wrong with his skin.
If he's careful enough, he might be able to detect the subtleties.
There are no pores on his skin now.
But the memories that had popped up in his mind in the pain were still disrupting his thoughts, and he was haunted by both the present panic and the residual fear of the past, so that it was difficult for him to focus on the strange changes in his body. come up.
those memories...
That should have happened when he was kidnapped. The boy who was with him, under the guidance of the "mother", would inject him with anesthesia, so that his body could not move, but he could stay awake. Then he would hum a song and carve his favorite poems on the surface of Rand's skin.
Usually that would be a sonnet.
It was an indescribable form of mental abuse. Rand was tormented by severe pain and blood loss, as well as the fear of being tortured. What's even more terrifying is that Rand's skin seems to be difficult to leave scars forever, which makes the mother and son who hope to get "art" very disappointed, so in the later stage, they will deliberately pollute Rand's wounds, let them fester and inflame, so that the Expect the Rands to have their "works" on their bodies.
…
Rand hit a shrewd, memory rush that caused a strong sense of nausea.
He vomited again.
All non-meat (salads, cheeses, and breads) were spit out whole, with no signs of digestion... Considering that no one was watching their vomit, maybe Lan It is understandable that De did not find this.
Thanks to Munster's existence, he finally carried the limp Rand back to the bed.
It seemed more apprehensive than before - but also seemed a little more mature than before.
"How are you, Rand?"
it says.
Rand held his head and gave it a forced smile.
"I think I'm much better now."
Rand wasn't lying.
The pain and high fever that had nearly kept him in hell had been hallucinations, and now he felt a soft comfort and laziness.
But in stark contrast to his physical comfort, his mind was more anxious than ever.
He couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the small mass of dead skin that had accumulated in the bathroom, and fought a cold war.
A cold unease crept up his back.
He should go to the hospital.
Rand's common sense told him, but his intuition was desperately resisting the idea.
Rand could deeply feel the strangeness of his body, but at the same time he had a strong premonition that the hospital could not find the reason for his strangeness.
No, that wasn't even a hunch, it was a certainty, as if Rand had been told that.