Monster AU x COD (Konig x OC x Nikto)
Prologue Part 2
I looked around as I was lead to one of the rooms the scientist was leading me too. An observation room as they put it. I wasn’t desperate for money, but having a few grand in my pocket would be great right now. Prices kept going higher and at this point I wouldn’t be able to have an apartment anytime soon—let alone a house.
And somehow being honorably discharged from the military seemed to make things worse. Guess asthma and health issues would do that. And being such a low rank—Private third class—didn’t help things. One of my coworkers stifled a laugh hearing I got discharged after only two promotions.
But these guys? Parasol Labs? Didn’t care. In fact they really wanted someone with minor health issues like me to see just how it’d take since the injection was supposed to be aimed at this kinda stuff.
I’d only be in here for a week as well. I’d get six injections and one final day just for observation. They’d give me five hundred for each one and if any health issues worsened they’d pay for any extra things that popped up until they went away so I didn’t have to worry about it. Of course, I asked to see the waiver and read over it painstakingly to make sure they didn’t fuck me over like some places would.
And as far as I could tell? It was legit.
There wasn’t any fine print and if there was it was so small that you couldn’t see it. Or it was turned white to blend in. I wouldn’t mind 3.5k in a week for just a simple injection and observation.But everything can never be that simple, huh? The first red flag should have been the fact that the rooms they lead me too looked kinda like a prison block. Not the normal what you-picture-in-your-mind when you think of it with the metal bars and no privacy. No, instead it was just a simple room with a bed and a desk then a bathroom connected. One that was so small it felt claustrophobic. It felt like solitary confinement. The second red flag was the fact that the door locked and they had the little slider—just enough space for a food tray to get sent in. It was the only interaction I had other than someone coming in to give me the shot. I kinda ignored it at first thinking that it was just for a small sterile environment—I mean the people coming to give me the shot were practically covered head to toe like a nurse or in a hazmat. No cross contamination here.
The final red flag—the one that was too late—was that after a week I wasn’t let out. I asked and asked days eight through ten about it and even tried to fight one of the nurses when they came in with another injection… only to get sedated. A lot. I lost count of days as most of the time I was groggy or passed out. They had drugged my food when I started to get aggressive and they assumed that it was due to the injections. Which, was wrong. I was just pissed they kept me there longer than the week I had agreed too. Obviously. I think after a while I did give up trying to break my way out and just let them do what they wanted. I could sue… if and when I ever got out. Or realize that no matter what it wouldn’t be worth it as they’d just pay me to keep quiet.
But after what I think was two weeks I started noticing what I think they were hoping to see in results. My eyes changed to a purple color and my nails seemed to get sharper along with my canines. Whatever they were doing—it definitely wasn’t to do with health issues. At some point I started noticing wings, a tail, and horns growing—but it wasn’t painful, but it was slow growth. The room seemed colder as well so I figured I was just a test subject for them—someone they could brush under the rug when the time came… or perhaps someone they’d just kill off. At least I think it wasn’t painless. They had still drugged me.. a lot. I could barely tell what day it was and when I wasn’t drugged I felt so groggy and my mind felt like it was coated in fog. But I did know that I wasn’t human anymore.
A freak of nature is what I was becoming.
They gave me an envelope with some money in it, a pat on the back, my bag, and sent me on my way. I blinked as I stood outside their labs—confused as to what happened and what was going on. After all that, they just… let me go?
Looking like this? I walked a little ways away, trying to use my phone but it was hard now that I had claws; but eventually I got it.
My phone was charged—so at least they we’re nice enough to charge my phone before sending me away?
And then I saw it.
The messages. Dozens upon dozens of them. All asking if I was okay and where I’ve been. Going back months.
Oh god, months? I’ve been in their for months? I checked the date on my phone—May 18th, 2024. I went in on November 7th. Of last year.
I stared blankly at my phone just blinking at it. How do I even respond?
Hey sorry I haven’t responded in six months, I went into Parasol Labs and they experimented on me for some money even though they only said seven days and now I’m some hideous lab experiment that’s part dragon and vampire I think because I could’ve swore at some point they gave me blood to drink so there’s that.
Yeah, I sound like a nut job. Maybe I can just start over somewhere in the middle of nowhere with the money they gave me—what. Is this.
I opened the envelope and it’s… three hundred dollars? Three. Hundred. For six months. I scoffed.
This couldn’t be real, could it? I looked in the envelope again to make sure I wasn’t just miscounting and no—I wasn’t. I was paid not even for one shot. And the kicker is too there was a note saying I owed them for medical bills.
I. Owed. Them.
I’m pretty sure I saw red as I turned on my heel, going back to the door I had come out of. I’ll show them a piece of my mind.
I stared blankly ahead of me as I felt the adrenaline starting to wear off—my breath heavy and fast as my vision cleared between blinks. My hands felt sticky as I clenched and unclenched them—then the smell hit me. First my nose then my mouth. It was a metallic mixed with smoke and… gunpowder? Something else as well I couldn’t place. Wait—no. It smelled like death.
That’s what it was. Sickeningly sweet—just as books said it smelled like.
When I finally got the courage to not look at the wall, I slowly looked down and saw blood covering my hands. It stained my clothes. The floor. Oh god, the bodies- My breath got faster and before I knew it I felt like I couldn’t breath. Breathing felt like pins and needles in my throat and as I tired to gulp down air it felt like it was getting stuck in my throat. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I saw tears hit my hands and my vision went blurry again.
I heard a door open and I slowly turned, hoping it wasn’t another scientist—oh please god don’t let it be-
“I- I-” I sniffed, trying to get more air into my lungs and just gasping instead.
