Desperation (Victor Gideon X Infected Reader)
Kinda tweaking cause I got like three fanfics on the go :3
Victor Gideon x Infected Reader - Slowburn?
This chapter contains mentions of Violence, Blood/Gore, Cursing.
Synopsis ; Working under Doctor Gideon is hard work, you took the job despite its oddities because it pays well. Yet its you whose about to learn that its really you paying a heavy price.
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You were hired onto a small research team working under Doctor Victor Gideon, at the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Centre after its establishment in 2003.
Working for Doctor Gideon was not for the faint of heart, the work he had you do was certainly a challenge.
Often you found yourself with one of the lead researchers in the basement of the facility, in a room they liked to call the Corpse processing chamber. It always smelt of a pungent rot, you had to smear peppermint jelly on the inside of your nose to tolerate it. The suffocating stench permeated the room, no matter how much you tried to scrub the floors at the end of the day you could never get rid of the smell.
The job consisted of collecting viable flesh and blood samples, occasionally bones, then a thorough autopsy of the deceased followed by the disposal. Usually you would write up the report as your superior conducted the sample collection and autopsy, afterwards you would dispose of the body. Near the end of the day you would run the reports up to the research labs along with the collected samples.
You had only ever met Doctor Gideon in passing, though you would avert your gaze out of politeness. Assuming that his condition was the cause for the strange experiments conducted in the lower level of the basement facility, a large part as to why you didn't really question your job, pays well enough anyways.
One early morning the scientist you worked with, Doctor Williams was working on a body as you wrote up the report nearby, though the corpse you had received wasn't quite dead as it seemed. It jolted alive with a vicious growl lunging for Dr. Williams, as he fell to the floor the gurney was knocked over as the not so dead man threw him off balance, the tray of tools scattered across the floor.
“Fuck! Help!” he cried out trying to keep the gnawing maw from sinking teeth into flesh. One hand squeezing the base of its neck the other trying to push its stomach, the decomposed skin splitting open easily. Viscera and organs spilling over Dr. Williams and tile surrounding him.
You dropped the clipboard and pen, dashing forward gripping the back of the monster's torn shirt, you yanked him back off your coworker. Dr. Williams hand seizes a scalpel amongst the mess of tools and guts.
The monster turned his attention to you, a hulking form making you stumble back first into the wall, a strangled noise escaping you, as the wind is knocked from your lungs. Hands pressing harshly against his chest while his snapping jaw was mere inches from your face. Struggling to keep him from tearing your face apart, Dr. Williams hops up onto his feet rushing to grab the undead creature, nearly slipping on the blood. Skewering its neck with the scalpel, black decaying blood spilled on you. But the creature was relentless, one hand pulling at the protective gear at your waist the other on your forearm.
Dr. Williams grappled the undead thing pulling him away from you, the sound of tearing cloth and its angered growls.
He slammed its head against the overturned gurney repetitively, he didn't cease the action until the monster stopped moving. Its brains and viscera splattered all over sufficiently making a mess of the room, the both of you huffing trying to catch your breath.
“W-what the fuck was that” you were exasperated and confused, adrenaline was rushing through you, hands shaking. “I thought we only dealt with the dead! B-but he was alive?” gawking at the now dead corpse.
“Nevermind that.” His response was harsh. He kicked the body “Just clean yourself up, then take those reports upstairs to Doctor Richardson” his demeanor was far too calm after the events that had unfolded, your stomach twisted and suddenly you felt nauseous.
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As you followed the decontamination process, stripping off all your protective gear, tossing it into a laundry shoot built into the wall. You lock the bathroom door behind you as you go to clean yourself in the shower. you go to pull off your tank top, fingers grazing just above your hip, a stinging pain shoots through your side, instantly you freeze.
Slowly looking down, pulling up the fabric of your top to reveal the angry red scratch. As you gawk at your side, you notice it. The same black veins and decay you saw on that corpse, just barely there, barely noticeable but it's there. A massive wave of dread washes over you, the color drains from your face. you silently plead that you are hallucinating.
Suddenly turning to find the first aid kit under the bathroom sink, tearing it open as quickly as you could. Spilling its contents into the porcelain sink, searching for the small bottle of alcohol, all but violently ripping its top open, you pour a generous amount over the wound. Vision spotting with stars as you nearly topple over from the searing hot pain “Oh God!” legs nearly giving out on you at you lean against the sink, forehead pressed to the glass you look at yourself through blurring tears.
As you rise back to an upright position, your gaze falls to your side again, the wound is even more red, irritated and scorching hot. The black veins did not go away, anxiety soared in your head.
“Please, Please no” came in a breathless whisper, the urge to vomit became overwhelming.
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After a poor attempt to re-collect yourself, you staggered down the halls to find Doctor Richardson to deliver the reports. You had done a decent enough patch job on the wound but you still felt uneasy, fear and anxiety churned in your stomach. The hallways felt as if they were closing in on you, too engrossed in the way the room was spinning you almost failed to hear the voice calling out to you. Hand grabbing the wall for support, you look up to see who called you.
Victor Gideon stood a few feet away, observing you, the thin layer of sweat on your face, the distant look in your eyes. He hummed tilting his head, a scrutinizing stare hidden by his headgear.
“Are you feeling unwell?” the soothing tone of his voice did nothing to ease you “You look as though you might faint.”
“I'm fine.” you managed to squeak out “Just bringing the p-papers to Doctor Richardson, is all.” giving him a forced smile.
“Mhmm, you mean those papers?” he points, your gaze following his finger to the floor, where the papers were scattered about the hallway floors.
You hadn't even noticed you dropped them. While staring starstruck at the floor, you barely heard his heavy footsteps approach. Slowly looking up to see he was right there, in your space. Bringing his hand up to brush away the hairs sticking to your sweaty face, placing the back of his hand on your forehead you flinched at the contact.
“You have a fever” one hand cupping your face, tilting upwards to examine you better “Why don't you come up to my office, I can give you. . . .a proper examination.” he gives a gentle smile, snake like tongue licking his lips. Your face feels hotter than it already was, your body is shaking now unsure of the cause. Whether it's fear or the scratch.
What if you turn into a thing like that corpse?
You are hyperventilating now, barely registering that Dr. Gideon's hands are now securely on your shoulders. His voice is muffled by your swirling thoughts. Likely trying to calm you down, before you know it darkness engulfs your vision.
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