The Doctors Newest Patient. Ch-1
Fanfic about sadistic Dr Flug
TW: Depictions of violence. Blood & Gore. Needles. NO COITUS!!
I was just walking back home from a late shift, exhausted and hungry. Just wanting to collapse onto the couch and disassociate till I passed out.
Unfortunately, my lack of awareness left me vulnerable to the watchful eyes getting closer and closer at every turn I took.
I almost didn't notice the cold presence behind me moving much closer as I passed an alleyway..
The cold breath of danger kissed my skin. Before I could make a move to distance myself from whatever was behind me, it pulled me backwards into the alley. A firm hand grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around to face the assailant. They shoved me against the brick wall as a hand covered my mouth, keeping me both still and silent despite my clear struggles.
I could barely see who it was forcing me here. All that I could see was a pair of large round goggles glinting under the little bit of moonlight that the few clouds allowed for.
The stranger kept me there with ease against the cold wall, and I could just barely see them holding something in their hands, moving it closer to the exposed skin on my neck.
My hands moved to stop the assailant from harming me, one hand on there's that covered my mouth and another on the wrist holding the weapon. Despite my rising panic, the stranger seemed rather calm, like they've done this many times before.
"Stop struggling, or I'll make sure this hurts."
The stranger demanded, it was a man's voice. He sounded calculated with a voice as cold as ice and a demeanor to match.
His hand gripped my jaw with a bruising force. Before, he had just kept me from screaming, but now it felt like he was trying to rip my jaw off my face for daring to defy him. I used a leg to kick at his chest, causing him to stumble backwards and let go of my face.
I took the opportunity to turn run out of the alley, that was before I felt his hand grabbing at my pants, causing me to trip and fall forward onto the concrete ground. I turned over onto my back despite the burning in my chest. I was about to kick at his face before he grabbed at my other ankle, holding it up while he moved to stand over me. Hand still gripping my leg.
"You are gonna regret that. I'll see to it, personally"
He pulled me towards him by the leg as I thrashed against him to no avail. He was over me now, his mask visible under the sliver of light illuminated by the passing cars. I knew that mask.. Dr Flug, the head scientist and inventor of the Black Hat Organization.
"Oh sh!t.." I could only whisper to myself. "You're.."
Now, it wasn't just fear that filled me, but pure terror. I began hyperventilating as the dangerous man towered over me. He reached for my neck as i stayed there frozen in fear.
"Oh? So you do know who I am, hm?" He said, a bit amused at my display of terror.
His hand snaked around my neck, almost.. tenderly? As if he was petting a scared kitten and not about to choke me. My body finally remembered how to move when his grip became stronger. A hand went to his wrist in an attempt to pull him off with no success. His eyes were filled with a sadistic desire to cause pain, staring intensely as I struggled against him for what seemed like hours as the need to breathe grew stronger with every passing second. Knowing I wasn't gonna pry him off, I swung. My fist met with his goggles, and tiny shards of glass cut my skin.
We both froze for a moment. I was shocked at what I had just done to one of the most dangerous scientists in the region. He stood there frozen for a moment, his grip loosened around my throat and I breathed in desperately as his head stayed in the position I forced it in for a few moments, like he was trying to process wha I had just done.
And then, he looked directly into my eyes with pure rage. Oh, he was pissed. With a look so piercing and terrifying, it felt like my heart stopped. My entire body broke out in a cold sweat under that cold gaze. Before I could react, I felt something slice across my eye. Causing me to yelp out in pain as I clutched my now bleeding eye, blood pooling out from between my fingers.
My other eye was wide with fear, looking up into his goggles as tears began to fall from the pain. What the hell did he just cut me with?? I didn't have time to ask before he spoke. His voice sharper than broken glass and much more threatening than it..
"You just made things a lot worse for yourself."
I started scrambling to get out from under him. Flipping over onto my stomach, hoping to get up and run before anything else happened. But he wouldn't let me get out so easily. He grabbed onto the back of my shirt, and something hard hit my back, knocking the wind out of me, and I could feel blood from the new wound bleed into my shirt. Whatever he hit me with was strong and sharp.
I let out a scream at the feeling of the weapon digging into my flesh before being forced down onto the concrete floor. Almost as fast as my chest hit the ground, Flug grabbed the top of my head by the hair and forced me to stand. Dragging me further back into the alleyway as I stumbled and fought against both the psychotic scientist and the burning pain all over my body.
He threw me against the wall and stood between me and the exit. My hands trying to hold me up against the wall as my knees buckled, causing me to lose balance, nearly falling to the floor. My vision was far too blurred by blood and tears to tell what he was doing, but I soon felt his hand around my neck once again. He lifted me up with ease and slamed me against the wall once more. Everything was spinning.
Despite the ringing in my ears, I heard something click, it sounded metallic. I could feel something poking into my side, like 2 small metal spikes, but they were dull at the tip. I could barely question what was happening before feeling a strong electric shock pulse through my body. I would've screamed if it wasn't for the hand still on my throat. The only sound I could allow for was a pathetic whimper and desperate gasps for air. The pain was too much to take after that scuffle.
He let go of my neck and left me to fall to the floor. Sliding down the wall and just sitting there gasping for air as my entire body gave out under all the pain. Everything was blurry. The adrenaline fought to keep me awake, but the exhaustion was fighting even harder. Consciousness was slipping from my grasp fast, and I did nothing to stop it.
The man got closer and nelt down in front of me, grabbing my chin with the same demeanor as a disappointed parent. He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes. I couldn't hear anything but the ringing in my ears as I felt a cold, sharp needle pierce my neck, I took in a sharp breath at the feeling of a cold liquid being injected into my body. The last thing I saw was the blurry image of this mad scientist standing to fix his coat and wait for the effects of the drug to take over. My eyes rolled back, limbs grew heavy. And with one final breath, I slipped into a deep sleep.
The Doctors Newest Patient. Ch-2
Fanfic about sadistic Dr Flug
TW: Drugging. Medical malpractice [probably]
I wasn't sure when I started waking up, but I felt the growing ache in my muscles getting worse by the second. Was the room dark, or were my eyes closed? I wasn't sure.. God, my head hurts so much.
I heard a beeping. It was frequent and soft, and it reminded me of a hospital. There was a mechanical whirring noise somewhere, but I couldn't pinpoint it. My skin was cold, and I felt like I was lying on a wooden floor.
My stomach growled, and my head ached as if I had drank a gallon of vodka. A bright light turned on nearby, and I audibly groaned before attempting to turn on my side as to avoid the worsening headache. Only then did I notice my wrists and ankles were strapped down to something. I would've struggled more if it wasn't for the fact that I felt so tired that I could've been identified as a corpse.
I heard footsteps that grew louder as the seconds passed and soon abruptly stopped somewhere I wasn't gonna bother to look, but I could tell they were close. After a short time, I heard the sound of a mechanical door open with a hiss before footsteps approached me slowly, clinically, as if a predator stalking it's next meal.
The sound of a pen click and writing on paper accompanied the sounds already in the room. Despite my burning curiosity to look at who the hell was by my side, the aches in my body and the absolute exhaustion I felt made that burning easy to ignore. That was until I felt the straps release me, and whoever was now in the room with me grabbed my arm, raising and moving it in a way similar to check if anything was broken, and after which I heard another click before a hand moved to open my eye manually before I saw a flash of white light.
I instinctively slapped the light away and rubbed my eye before looking at who tf just blinded me for a second, ooooh noooo.
Dr. Flug looked back at me. A mix of shock, confusion, and amusement could be seen in his eyes before raising a brow at me, his expression becoming relaxed yet predatory in a split second.
I all but threw myself away from the mad doctor in front of me, body falling to the hard concrete floor back first. Nearly knocked the wind out of myself as I pushed over equipment while backing myself into a corner as best I could, considering my injured state. Feet scrambling on the floor to push me as far as I could. Adrenaline helped me to ignore the pain as my eyes bolted to find anything I could use to protect myself.
I spotted the mess of medical equipment I just made and grabbed a pair of scissors that seemed to have fallen out of a medkit, I reached to grab them and aimed it at the doctor hoping to keep him at arms length or further. I looked Flug in the eyes from where he stood, looking down at me like a curious cat that had just cornered a mouse.
I hyperventilated as he got closer, calm and calculated. I could hear my racing heart beating in my ears, almost completely muffling his words.
"I did not expect you to be awake so soon. You're going to make my job difficult, aren't you? What a pain indeed." He spoke calmly, "If you behave, I'll give you painkillers, I'm sure you're still sore from the night before. Although it was your fault for struggling so much, had you not you wouldn't have those injuries."
He was cautious but not any less calculated than he was before as he approached. It terrified me, most people don't act so calm when someone seemingly crazed has a weapon. But he wasn't like most people. And that's why I was so fearful.
"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU.. YOU PSYCHO." My hands were shaking, and despite my desperate attempts to sound threatening in any way, my voice was not carrying the necessary tone at all due to what he did to me the night prior. Throat sore with bruises still covered my neck.
"Pfft.. oh please stop this pathetic attempt at intimidating me will you? I feel almost bad for laughing but it is absolutely hilarious" He chuckled like I was just a comedy show to him. Hand over where his mouth would be to stifle his laughter. My face grew red from embarrassment at this
He kicked the mess of equipment away with his foot and pushed the cot I had been laying on to the side. Odly enough, it didn't have wheels, but rather, it moved on a metal limb that held it to the floor and bent at any angle it needed to. This detail wasn't important to my current situation, but it was far too interesting to not watch as it moved. It looked like a metal snake the way it bent and shimmered in the fluorescent lights.
Unfortunately, my lack of awareness left me vulnerable as I felt the scissors get slapped away with a hand grabbing my bruised neck. It brought my attention back to the dangerous man before me, and our eyes met. My hands were quick to reach for his wrist, but he was quick to squeeze my throat, cutting off any oxygen I could get.
"You seem to get distracted so easily despite being in your current predicament. Tsk tsk tsk. This surely will not do. I'll make sure we fix that during your training." He sounded a bit disappointed as of now.
"Tr.. hrgg.." I tried to speak, but it was no use now.
"Ah, right. You can't speak or breathe. Let's fix that. " He let go of my neck only to move his hand over my mouth, grabbing my face to keep me quiet, but at least I could breathe again.
"Honestly, you are very lucky. I could've killed you in that alleyway and taken what I needed from your corpse, but I saw potential in you. Many beg for their life and cowar in a corner, but you.." He trailed off, pulling my face closer to his as he leaned in ever so slightly, making me tense under his clinical gaze. "You decided to fight tooth and nail for your life with a fire I rarely see from these useless individuals." He spat those last few words with venom. "but I decided to keep you alive. You should be thanking me! I have wonderful plans for you." He said with eyes that had a horrid mix of psychotic and excited. With pinprick pupils and cheeks turned up from a smile hidden behind that bag.
I could feel sweat drip down my forehead as I froze in fear, what the hell could i do to get out of this?? Before I even finished that thought he spoke once more.
"For now, I need to conduct a thorough checkup. Now, if you cooperate with me I'll still give you those pain meds." He tilted his head slightly while looking me up and down
I didn't know how to respond, and unfortunately for me, my stomach decided to do the talking with a loud growl. My face felt hot from embarrassment, and I looked away from the doctor's eyes quickly, not wanting to see his expression. He chuckled before speaking
"Well, that won't do, will it?" I saw him reach for something in his lab cost before releasing my jaw. "Here, eat this." I looked back to see him offering me a candy bar or something similar.
[Ok, that's enough writing for now. Holy goodness.]
