Chapter 222 The Devil Among Us
Deep under Victoria's busy streets, 100 meters below Bennyburg Medical School, lay a hidden secret: a massive underground base, unknown to the world above. Five thousand square meters of cold, sterile horror.
Hundreds in white coats, their humanity lost among the clinking of surgical tools and the stench of chemicals, scurried through the halls. Fifty labs, each a chamber of unspeakable suffering.
Dozens of adults lay strapped to tables, their bodies ravaged by cruel experiments. Some twitched and convulsed as unknown substances flowed through their veins. Others, beyond repair, could only moan in silent agony.
Emaciated figures, barely alive, clung to life, their chests barely moving. One lab was painted in crimson, the stench of blood thick in the air. A man lay sprawled on the table, his body a mangled mess, blood oozing from every orifice, his eyes exploded from their sockets.
The "doctors" moved among the carnage with chilling indifference, their faces emotionless as they meticulously recorded the gruesome results on their clipboards.
Black-clad figures, faces hidden behind masks and visors, efficiently disposed of the bodies, hauling them away on gurneys to the incinerator. The flames roared, consuming the evidence, turning flesh and bone to ash.
Deep within the facility, in a small, windowless room, two children huddled in the darkness. Lara, six, held her younger brother, Ryan, close, whispering reassurances she barely believed herself.
Their clothes were rags, their faces gaunt with hunger. They had been imprisoned here for what felt like forever, the only light a cruel reminder of their captivity. They had seen their friends dragged away, their pleas for mercy drowned out by the cold, uncaring silence.
"Ryan, don't be scared," Lara whispered, her voice trembling. "Mom and Dad will find us. They'll come for us soon."
Ryan nodded silently, his small body racked with sobs. He had heard these words countless times, but hope dwindled with each passing day.
"Lara," he whispered back, his voice small and filled with fear. "Do you think… do you think we'll die here? Will we go to heaven and see Grandma?"
Lara forced a smile, her heart breaking. "I think so," she lied.
The clang of metal echoed through the room as the small iron door creaked open. Two metal plates clattered to the floor, filled with foul-smelling gruel that resembled nothing edible.
"Eat up, you little runts!" a gruff voice barked from the hallway before the footsteps faded into silence.
Ryan looked at the food, his stomach churning. "Lara, I can't. It smells awful."
Lara, ever the brave older sister, forced a smile. "We have to eat, Ryan. We need to stay strong. Mom and Dad will be here soon."
She crawled towards the plates, dragging them closer to her brother. "Be good, Ryan. Eat."
The iron door swung open again, bathing the room in harsh fluorescent light. The children shielded their eyes, fear gripping their small bodies.
The sound of heavy boots echoed on the concrete floor. A tall, muscular man, his face obscured by a camouflage balaclava, stepped into the room. He kicked the plates aside, a cruel smile twisting his lips.
"Good news, kids," he said with a menacing purr. "It's your turn. Be good subjects, and I might even buy you a burger afterward."
The children shrank back, terror rising. They knew this man, who had taken their friends, his smile a cruel mockery of kindness.
"No! I want my mommy! I want my daddy!" Lara cried, trembling.
She remembered that night, the rain lashing at the windows, the terror as this monster stormed into their home. She had seen her parents and grandfather brutally murdered.
Ryan had slept through it all, unaware of the nightmare that shattered their family.
Lara clung to her brother, sobbing. "No! Please! Don't take us!"
But it was useless. The man scooped them up, one in each arm, their cries echoing through the cold corridors.
Ryan, in a desperate act, bit the man's arm.
" You little beast!" the man roared, enraged.
He slammed Ryan's head against the wall. The sickening thud echoed. Ryan went limp, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead.
Lara screamed, her cries swallowed by the facility's cold indifference.
They were taken to separate labs, their small bodies dwarfed by the stainless steel tables and menacing instruments.
The first test: blood type.
Ten minutes later, the doctor in Ryan's lab swore. "Damn it! Not Rh-negative!"
He barked at an assistant. "Tell Bryan the deal's off for this one."
With a wave, he signed Ryan's death warrant.
Two orderlies entered, emotionless, and placed the unconscious boy on a gurney. He was wheeled away, destined for the flames, another casualty of their gruesome experiments.
Lara, trembling, watched in horror as her brother disappeared behind the metal door. Her heart shattered.
She screamed, her voice raw with anguish, but silence met her cries.
The doctor in her lab examined the blood test results, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. "Perfect. A viable subject. Prep her for the experiment. We'll try a new approach today. Let's start with the brain."
He turned to his assistants, emotionless. "Maintain a steady flow of nutrients. And keep the adrenaline pumping. We need her alive, at least for now."
A syringe plunged into Lara's arm, sending her into a drugged slumber. A single tear escaped her closed eyelids, a silent testament to the horrors unfolding in Bennyburg Medical School.
The whirring of a medical saw filled the air, its blade tracing a precise line across her forehead. The doctor leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with terrifying fanaticism.
The scene that followed was too gruesome to comprehend, a testament to human depravity.
This was no medical facility. It was a torture chamber, a breeding ground for monsters.
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