Post by Squish|Flint on Aug 9, 2010 21:27:39 GMT -5
Vivian Jean Hargrove
[/color]No matter how many times she had achieved the feat, no one seemed to get used to it. Bootstep's thundered through the halls, male voices calling out in alarm. The guards were chasing a dark form through the white, pristine corridors, a sense of desperation oozing from their pores. An order went out to summon the Erasers to aid in the capture of the escaped experiment, Subject 27, Vivian Hargrove, jokingly nicknamed 'Love' by the older guards. There was nothing lovely about the way she tore through the inner doors of the School, the science building that housed the test subjects of the mixing of human and animal genetics. It was strictly off-the-grid of course, even the government unaware of its existence. The scientists here could stretch the definition of humanity and no one would be the wiser. And this subject, Subject 27, did indeed push the limits of this barrier. The barrier between humans and the animals most of them hold in contempt. As the guards finally reached the doors, the Erasers appeared. Experiments in their own rights, while their genetics weren't as flawless as they could be, the hybrids were functional as the Schools hounds. Erasers were called upon to hunt, detain and return escaped hybrids. Eraser DNA consisted of 90% Homo Sapien, 10% Canis Lupus. The modern day werewolf. 10%is what they had been limited to. That had been as far as the could mold humanity.
"The Angel Experiment". That had been the name of the first phase of testing. Named for how the specimens had looked. Like Erasers, the experiments were only 90% human, the other 10% Avian rather than Canine. , and they very much resembled angels with wings on their backs. Of course the white Coats couldn't leave it at 10%. If they could get it to 10%.... why not 20%? And just using Avian DNA was starting to lose its spark, so they pushed 10% of another beast as well, getting amazing results. The favorable results boosted their confidence- naturally- which got them thinking. If hard work could achieve 20% with relative ease... upping it another 10% shouldn't prove too difficult shoult it? However, it proved harder than they initially anticipated, the subjects often deforming into beastly half-humans that lacked a conscious mind, capable of only lying in their crate, dying and drooling when they weren't in fits of violence. Which is why Subject 27 was both a success and a failure.
Her DNA was only 70% human. The remaining 30% percent was dived between to creatures. 10% Avian, as always,and 20% Panthera Onca. A melanistic jaguar. Physically, her body was perfect. There were no bloated limbs or missing internal organs. All anyone would see was a normal, 19-year-old female. Disregarding her massive wings of course. So, in theory, she was a success. Yes, they had successfully combined a larger dose of animal DNA in Vivian's body. But upon examining her mental state, They discovered something of a flaw. As the deformed hybrids had their bouts of violence, so did Miss. Hargrove. Her rage and brute strength were comparable to those of an Eraser's, except lacking their obedience. She seemed more animal than huma, the presence of sentient beings illicting more hisses and snarls than anything. Her baseless violence was unparalleled, anything and everything seeming to be able to set off her raging temper. The White Coats soon learned no dog-crate could restrain her for very long. They were building her a thicker, stronger cage, but as of now it was still unfinished.
And so this wild, chaotic behaviour if what kept her from being a full success. Actually, the only thing keeping her alive was were her decidedly human characteristics, her appearence alone not enough to keep her safe. She showed a marked preference for cooked meat, cleanliness, modesty where her body was concerned, a limited display of intelligence ( not to be confused with displays of limited intelligence- she was smart, frighteningly so), and something her 30% predecessors hadn't been capable of. Speech. The Scientists soon discovered she appeared to be mumbling to herself, but of course when anyone tried to get close enough and listen, her mumbling would dissolve into wordless growling. So microphones were installed near her cage and they discovered that, not only could she speak, she could speak well, no distortions to her clear voice. What she said most of the time relted to some direct need of hers, such as 'I'm hungry'[/b] or 'It's cold'[/b].
Upon observing this new facet, that fits of anger often followed demands of food or water, and that 90% of her escape attempts followed the sentence 'I want out'[/b]. She never gets too far, of course, the furthest she had gotten was when she had been electrocuted trying to fly over the fence. Her human side kept her alive, but her animalistic tendancies made her a dangerous liability. So she was only safe until they could make a more pliable specimen. After that... Vivian would be obselete.
For now, though, she was needed and would have to be returned to her cage. aThe Erasers shifted. Coarse grey hair sprouted from the pores on their faces and hands, serrated teeth cutting their way through pink gums. The men's faces protuded into wolven muzzles as nails lengthened into claws. The guards and Erasers began to tighten the semi-circle around Vivian - she was trapped by the fence- who loosed a feral growl, nothing human about the warning.The massive wings that perched on her back flared menacingly at them. They were shockingly white, made even bigger by their fluffly appearance. To keep them from being completely bleached of colour, black tick-marks flecked their outer most edges, betraying her avian heritage as that of a snowy owl. And just like the bird of prey, Subject 27's flight was silent and swift, her victems unaware of their fate until Death was upon them. The human guards paused momentarily, doubt hitting them, but they followed the Eraser's example and continued mostly unpreturbed.
The powers the hybrids had developed were a surprise to the White Coats. They had been rather far into the experiment when they discovered what some of their specimens had been truly capable of. The subjects had been trying to hide them, so the White Coats didn't have another reason to torture them with exhausting tests. But one irl in a moment of desperation, had picked up a pen and stabbed a scientist in the leg with it. The action wouldn't have been all that impressive if it weren't for the fact that she had used her mind to do it. Since then, the scientists had been trying very hard to uncover the secret abilities of their subjects, who seemed rather adept at keeping them under control and hidden. Vivian, however, made no such effort. She had shoved her extra abilities at them with such force they hadn't known what to do with the knowledge at first.
The female's savage, amber eyes narrowed dangerously, something dark lurking behind her irises. She seemed to bristle with every step they took. They were just under ten feet away when she finally snapped. Vivian shrieked and a wave of fear came crashed down on the guards, the sensation so strong it was crippling. Both human's and hybrids alike froze, the heavy feeling crushing their will to move; rooted to the spot. A few stumbled back a couple steps on trembling legs, various body parts shaking like leaves in the wind. The fear radiating off her body like a like a physical blow, repelling anyone who got close. Fear was the weapon Vivian used, and it was sharper than any blade... as terror did funny things to a person's mind. tears were even streaming down some of the guards faces and one of them wretched.
While the human guards were completely paralyzed, the Erasers had different reactions. One seemed effected in much the same way the huan guard's were. He was hesitating, a low whine coming from between parted canines. The other, however, seemed to take a different route althogether, baring his teeth in a jagged grimace. It would appear when he was confronted with the 'fight-or-flight' instinct, he chose the former of the two options. With a roar he charged forwar. It was too late. Vivian had also chosen to go on the offensive. Using her wings to propel her even faster, she launched herself at the other eraser, the wimpering one, hands lashing toward his neck. They collided heavily, the sheer force of Vivian's attack carrrying them both to the grounf. The spell of fear seemed to fade them, everyone snapping out of terror and converging on the wild subject. And older guard managed to get a good kick in, the blow hitting the femme in the ribs. She broke free with a cry, throwing herself away from the panicked throng of people. People would've sighed in relief at the sight of the still-breathing Eraser, if it weren't for the flash of red on the experiments hand. They stared at the hand she held in front of her face, as if she had only seen it as well. The guards instantly turn their horrified gazes to the assulted Eraser. Just above and below the line of his furred jaw were two scratches, not at all life threatening. Not even particularly deep. Just enough to draw blood, the droplets that made their sluggish way down Vivian's slender fingers.
For the guards, however, it was one of the worst things that could've happened. The wounded Eraser had just been sitting up when he threw himself to the ground again and screamed[/u]. He writhed on the ground, shrieking in agony as pain exploded over his body. They could only watch as Vivian tortured him through the blood on her hands.
