SMALL TRIGGER WARNING FOR SH SCARS
There used to exist a lab that slowly over the years had been dwindling on its research, being overshadowed by more popular facilities that had more funding than they ever could. This drove the researchers mad, they wanted fame, they wanted money, they wanted the power of being correct. They contacted a fertility facility, negotiating with them for a couple of eggs and sperm samples, saying that they were going to look into how to make humans more fertile, though that was a lie. Instead, they ended up creating an artificial womb and produced a baby girl; while coming up with a name, one scientist suggested the name “W0-1f” which was a shortened version of “World's 1st female by artificial growth”. They attempted to create more children with the artificial womb but every other attempt ended up failing, leaving them with their first and final child.
They looked at her like fresh meat but also some sort of bacteria nobody in that facility wanted. There were no legal documents about her birth, why would there be? She wasn’t born in their eyes, she was their creation and they had full power over her. Ever since she was 5 months they began doing extensive tests, leaving her to see how long an infant could last without food, sleep, comfort. They did any and every test they could; it didn’t matter how cruel it was to most humans, they needed the research, though they also did it for their own amusement. Later on the idea of creating vaccines with her came to mind, intentionally infecting her with dangerous bacteria just to attempt to create any sort of cure.
At first she’d scream for someone to save her but those later stopped after nobody came to save her. She was tired of being tied down to tables just to have her blood drawn out or to be thrown into a sealed room after being introduced to another bacteria just for the cycle to start all over again. She attempted to fight back though that never went anywhere she wasn’t strong enough especially with the fact her body was almost constantly attempting to get over what they gave her. Most days she’d sit in what she had considered her room, given enough food just to survive, sleeping on a cold unforgiving floor with a small blanket, the only thing she could be grateful about. One year they told her they had a gift for her, much like a child would be, she was excited, though that excitement would soon dissipate as they put her under anesthetics.
Despite being unconscious, much like every other time, she could feel each slice, jab, and needle going through her skin; she wanted to scream, she tried to scream, though they couldn’t hear her. Finally it stopped, wheeled away back into her “room” where she awoke with a scientist beside her, the only scientist who stayed beside her; he was new, he had more of a soul than the others though she still couldn’t trust him; especially as he never seemed to have stopped what happened to her. He brought her over to one of the bathrooms and introduced her new “gift”. . . the sewn on ears and tail of a once dead wolf were now on her body, she couldn’t help but vomit all over herself shaking and sobbing at what they did. He attempted to soothe her, cleaned her up and brought her back to her room where most he could do was leave behind some food and water. She wanted to leave, wanted revenge but she couldn’t, not yet at least; over the next few months she dealt with infections and near death where they’d constantly keep her alive, driving her more insane.
Finally, once healed enough she could wander the facility more, clinging onto the one scientist that showed her some sort of sympathy. Though this was a part of her plan, she knew he was more ditzy than the others, less observant; this was perfect, all she had to do was play sweet and cling onto him. Leading to the day of May 22nd of XXXX, he had fallen asleep mid-day, this wasn’t his fault, she made his coffee, she knew caffeine made him tired. Using this opportunity, she grabbed his badge, making her way into the weapons sector where she grabbed a small 9mm pistol and ammo; soon fleeing as she cried for help. Once help arrived, she took care of them, bullet by bullet, it didn’t matter that their blood splattered all over her, she wanted to take back the pain they caused. Finally, she set off the core, escaping with whatever “life” she had left into the deep forest.
She was free, but hungry, that’s when she saw it; two people, unattended in the dark, she couldn’t help it, she murdered them and ate their flesh, it disturbed her but it was something. After the kill she noticed they had clothes she’d never seen before, all she knew were the white patient robes she wore and the perfectly white lab coats the researchers donned. Carefully she replaced her gown with their clothes, they were quite large on her as she was still young though also quite malnourished, but they were something more than what she had before.
