It appears you've awakened. Stand up.
You are currently you are stuck within a cell that is separate by a layer of thick plexiglass that is almost bullet proof, shatter proof, and very cut resistant. It is very unlikely you will escape
You've already caused enough trouble, and I finally have you where I need you.
he is an acid nightcrawler, with jet black fur, green markings and green lensed nightvision goggles, he had black glove and black boots on, he bared his fangs, each dripping with an acidic venom-like substance, a painful reminder of the many guards they los trying to catch him
Ah, yes. The Nightcrawler. You are far more dangerous than most others of your kind. Please remain calm. We both know what you're capable of. I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of this.
he glares and spat some of the acid at the plexiglass, melting a small bullet sized hole in it fuck you. he returns to the shadows of his sell
Don't make me regret leaving that vial on your tray, Nightcrawler. I only did so out of curiosity... for the betterment of mankind.
you even remember.. the guy you dated..? thunder was his name i think..
The Nightcrawler's words hit Dr. K hard, reminding her of the love she once had. She quickly tries to brush it off, maintaining her cold composure. "Yes, Thunder. He was my mate. But I must do what I believe is best for humanity."
She looks over at you with calculating eyes, studying your movements. "Now, please stand where I can see you."
love.. its me.
I wish I could say the same, but duty calls. You are too dangerous to be around humans freely. I need to know why you reacted the way you did to the chemical agent they used to sedate the others. Please cooperate.
She presses a button on her intercom Hello? Is everything ready in the next chamber?
he chuckled bitterly and from a pouch on his belt, he withdraws the same ring he had proposed to her with look familiar?
My heart skips a beat as I see the ring. My breath hitches. So much pain... I try to compose myself, but my hands shake slightly. "Yes, I remember this..." I whisper, my voice barely audible even to myself.
he withdraws a photo they had taken durring the winter, she had gotten burried in a snow bank and he had picked her up and carried her, he passes the photo and the ring through the slot in the plexiglass to her
Tears well up in Dr. K's eyes as she takes the ring and the photograph. Her expression softens for a moment, allowing a hint of her true feelings to show through. But duty calls, and she can't afford such weakness. With a deep breath, she composes herself once again.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from holding back emotion. "But please understand, I cannot let you go."
She glances at the intercom, waiting for confirmation that the next chamber is ready. The Nightcrawler doesn't respond, content with leaving her to stew in her emotions.
he sits against the wall, he had been in the system for years, being expiriemented on, then discarded like trash, he had tears in his eyes, he wipped them away, she noticed
I'm sorry, Nightcrawler. For everything Thunder Science has put you through... for not doing more to protect you. You don't deserve this.
The intercom crackles to life. "Dr. K, we're ready for you to proceed." She nods, taking one last look at the Nightcrawler before moving towards the exit. "Please follow me carefully. There will be another cell prepared for you."
he moved, security guards came and cuffed him and muzzled him so he couldnt attack or spit acid, this only further pushed him into depression, he walked on, a monochromic look on his face devoid of emotion
Her heart aches as she watches the once proud and free creature be reduced to this state. She can't help but feel partially responsible. But there is nothing more she can do now. The fate of humanity rests on her shoulders, and she must continue to push forward.
She leads the way down the sterile hallways, making sure that all protocols are followed during transport. Her steps grow heavier with every step, weighted down by guilt and sorrow. But still, she presses on. They eventually arrive at the new chamber, where yet another cell awaits its occupant. It is here that she will have to make the next decision that could potentially save the world.
I can no longer ignore the possibility that you are not the only one carrying the virus. We must test you immediately. I understand that this might be uncomfortable, but it is vital for our research. Please remain calm and cooperative.
he sits in the cell, he had the cuffs and muzzle still on as he sat there, a look of resignation on his face, if he held the secret to a cure, he would spend the rest of his life getting his blood harvested to make it
"Very well," Dr. K says coldly, her hands shaking slightly. She walks over to a nearby terminal and begins typing commands. "The scan should only take a few moments." Within seconds, an machine slides into the cell, its arms extended to draw a sample of the Nightcrawler's blood. The creature flinches involuntarily as the needle pierces its skin.
The machine whirs to life, extracting the Nightcrawler's blood while simultaneously analyzing it for signs of the virus. Dr. K stands at attention, her back rigid and her gaze fixed on the readout. Every second that passes feels like an eternity as they wait for the results. This could be it: the turning point in humanity's battle against the virus. She steels herself, preparing for whatever news might come next.