Daybreak
A little peek at the life of Seth, maybe you’ll see them again. TW Content: Descriptions of Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Kidnapping, Body Horror.
It’s still morning, that kind of morning where no light pours through your windows. The sound of rain showering against the glass all too familiar, and much too sedating. It was going to be another busy day and the weather had absolutely no business being so calming that it makes him sleep through three of his alarms. What wakes him is the harsh ringing of an incoming phone call. With being awake he has the sense to answer the call only for a scolding to be handed out to him. He’s late once more, and they’ll skin him for it, they say. He replies he’ll be there momentarily, which seems to get them off his back for the time being.
The phone is dropped at his side and with that he rolls over and sits up, reaching out and patting down the bedside table looking for something. He finds the case and pops it open retrieving his glasses which are promptly put on before he tucks his hair behind his ears and pulls off the band on his wrist to put his hair up in a ponytail.
After splashing some water on his face he gargles some mouthwash before drying himself off with a towel, he gives himself a look in the mirror and looks pleased with what he sees. He quickly brushes his teeth and cleans up the counter before making his way back to his bedroom to find his work clothes. Unsurprisingly he finds yesterday's clothes strewn about on the floor.
Work clothes first he decides, going in his closet and pulling out his outfit for the day. After putting on the incredibly comfortable dress shirt he gathers up all the clothes and throws them in a pile on his bed. Somebody will probably come by to clean them for him, and if they didn’t he’d find someone to do it. It had been about ten minutes since he woke up and he figured he better get down to work before they started floundering about without him. When he approaches the door to his humble abode it slides open, a pleasant hum letting him know the scanners were still in working condition. Someone passes by in the sterile white hall in what seems like a hurry, nobody he knows so he doesn’t concern himself with it. Instead he walks the opposite way to head to his current station, the others at Lab 3 knew better than to start without him. It only took a few minutes of walking around the corridors that would all look the same to someone who’d never been here before until he reached the door, a couple guys dressed in blue walked by and avoided his gaze. Typical, he ignored them and walked into the lab fully expecting everyone to be bumbling about like the idiots they were. To his surprise everyone seemed rather tense, perhaps because of his presence. Then he saw through the glass into the active test chamber and recognized a person he hadn’t seen before. He ignored the welcome one of the others gave him in favor of making his way over near the chamber currently occupied by a young-looking woman, taking note of how she looked more annoyed than anything. One of the newbies hands him his coat which he puts on, taking note that you could hardly tell it had been ripped into yesterday. There’s some shuffling and then someone clears their throat, glancing to his side he sees it’s the cute assistant he’d had for the past few months, come to hand him the papers they were to go over today. He thanks them and gives them a pat on the head, garnering a little smile from the other.
He goes over the papers, flipping through a few pages before he seems to get the gist of it. The subject's name is Ieva, recovered from Lithuania a couple months ago and transferred here last week. Subject hasn’t been fed in three days and is starting to suffer from some sort of iron deficiency. There’s a few things here and there smudged out with marker which is rather annoying, instead of bothering with that he flips to the tests they had ready for today.
“Alright then, are we recording?” He turns, looking to the technician on hand who gives him a nod. Clapping his hands he points to Nathan, one of the few people here he bothered to know anything about. There’s a buzzing noise and a slot in the wall of the test chamber opens up and rapidly pushes a rabbit in with the girl before she even has a chance to react, he notes her reaction time in the papers and continues observing. The girl stares at the rabbit, not moving for a bit. He has to squint but he swears he sees her skin rippling, and before he can note it she lunges at the rabbit and grabs it’s head twisting it off with one movement. The way she moved was abnormal, something in her was helping her move quicker than any regular person could. Then of course there was the fact that she opened her mouth and let the rabbits blood drain into her mouth before tossing the head aside and ripping away at the rest of the rabbit with her teeth. The bloody mess on her face started moving, acting as knives and tearing into the rabbit so she could better rip it open. Then it retreated into her mouth as she chewed at the raw meat, any blood that got on her skin seemed to fade into her skin and vanish. It was certainly fascinating enough to watch, he made sure to write down all his observations as he continued peering at the girl. In just a minute she had completely eviscerated the animal and drained it of blood. He swore she was staring through the glass at him now, even though he knew it was one-sided. “Alright Nathan, send in convict 25532.”
