[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]
[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]
“Huh… well, let’s continue. September twenty-fourth. Our first implimentation of-“
[Loud screaming from the background, accompanied by muffled voices.]
[Fitzgerald]
“-Of the new Plasmid, Batch A177, met with failure after testing by one Marcus Mallorey, a volunteer test subject.”
[More screaming from background.]
[Voice in background]
“Easy, easy, Mallorey! Don’t try to move!”
[Second Voice]
“Oh God! Oh God help me!”
[Fitzgerald]
*Clears Throat* “Batch A177 has been nicknamed the “Houdini” plasmid, after the famous escape artist and magician. Testing began at 2:13pm, with simple objectives and outstanding results - the subject literally would burst into a gaseous cloud of free-roaming cell particles-“
[Second Voice in Background]
“UUUAAAGH!”
[Fitzgerald]
“-And resolidifies himself in another location. Earlier tests were… random in where the plasmid ‘chose’ to reassemble the subject, but Batch A177 permitted more efficient mental control over the ah, well, I hate to use such a crude term as ‘teleportation’ but the results are quite similar.”
[Voice in Background]
“Okay, that’s it, Mallorey, just breath slowly, okay? Doctor Fitzgerald, when you’re ready.”
[Fitzgerald]
“Thank you, Brodie. To continue, after the preliminary tests, Mallorey was confident in his abilities with Batch A177, he was… adament that we move on to phase two, which, I would have preferred to perform at schedule. Unfortunately, Mr. Mallorey refused to listen and attempted to ‘teleport’ himself through the glass pane into the observation room with my assisstant Brodie and I. Subject Mallorey, unfortunately, could not… extend his structure through dense materials, and subsequently, his plasmid has reintegrated him… half-way through the glass.”
[Second Voice in Background]
“Mnnrgh! UAAAGH!”
[Fitzgerald]
“Tell me, Mr. Mallorey, can you move? What do you feel?”
[Mallorey]
“Help me! God, please, get me out!”
[Fitzgerald]
“That would be quite impossible on our part, Mr. Mallorey. Tell me, can you feel your legs? What about your hand?”
[Mallorey]
“Let me out! Let me out damn you!”
[Fitzgerald]
“Calm down, Mr. Mallorey. The only one capable of escaping this is you.”
[Mallorey]
“It… it’s not working! The plasmid isn’t working! I can’t… I can’t get free!”
[Fitzgerald]
“I see.”
[Brodie]
“What do we do, Doctor? Should we get Mr. Fontaine down here, do you think we should have someone from upper management look into this?”
[Fitzgerald]
“Don’t be absurd. This is just a temporary setback.”
[Brodie]
“But the man is… is fused into the wall, Doctor! We have to get him out! He’s in pain!”
[Fitzgerald]
“Unfortuantely it would be impossible to free him - as you said, he’s fused to the glass. The only option is, well…”
[Sound of a desk draw being open, and a pistol being cocked.]
[Brodie]
“Doctor, what are you-“
[Mallorey]
“No! Please! GOD NO-“
[Gunshot.]
[Fitzgerald]
*Sigh* “My apologies, Mr. Mallorey.”
[Brodie]
“Good… God…”
[Recording Ends.]
“Huh… well, let’s continue. September twenty-fourth. Our first implimentation of-“
[Loud screaming from the background, accompanied by muffled voices.]
[Fitzgerald]
“-Of the new Plasmid, Batch A177, met with failure after testing by one Marcus Mallorey, a volunteer test subject.”
[More screaming from background.]
[Voice in background]
“Easy, easy, Mallorey! Don’t try to move!”
[Second Voice]
“Oh God! Oh God help me!”
[Fitzgerald]
*Clears Throat* “Batch A177 has been nicknamed the “Houdini” plasmid, after the famous escape artist and magician. Testing began at 2:13pm, with simple objectives and outstanding results - the subject literally would burst into a gaseous cloud of free-roaming cell particles-“
[Second Voice in Background]
“UUUAAAGH!”
[Fitzgerald]
“-And resolidifies himself in another location. Earlier tests were… random in where the plasmid ‘chose’ to reassemble the subject, but Batch A177 permitted more efficient mental control over the ah, well, I hate to use such a crude term as ‘teleportation’ but the results are quite similar.”
[Voice in Background]
“Okay, that’s it, Mallorey, just breath slowly, okay? Doctor Fitzgerald, when you’re ready.”
[Fitzgerald]
“Thank you, Brodie. To continue, after the preliminary tests, Mallorey was confident in his abilities with Batch A177, he was… adament that we move on to phase two, which, I would have preferred to perform at schedule. Unfortunately, Mr. Mallorey refused to listen and attempted to ‘teleport’ himself through the glass pane into the observation room with my assisstant Brodie and I. Subject Mallorey, unfortunately, could not… extend his structure through dense materials, and subsequently, his plasmid has reintegrated him… half-way through the glass.”
[Second Voice in Background]
“Mnnrgh! UAAAGH!”
[Fitzgerald]
“Tell me, Mr. Mallorey, can you move? What do you feel?”
[Mallorey]
“Help me! God, please, get me out!”
[Fitzgerald]
“That would be quite impossible on our part, Mr. Mallorey. Tell me, can you feel your legs? What about your hand?”
[Mallorey]
“Let me out! Let me out damn you!”
[Fitzgerald]
“Calm down, Mr. Mallorey. The only one capable of escaping this is you.”
[Mallorey]
“It… it’s not working! The plasmid isn’t working! I can’t… I can’t get free!”
[Fitzgerald]
“I see.”
[Brodie]
“What do we do, Doctor? Should we get Mr. Fontaine down here, do you think we should have someone from upper management look into this?”
[Fitzgerald]
“Don’t be absurd. This is just a temporary setback.”
[Brodie]
“But the man is… is fused into the wall, Doctor! We have to get him out! He’s in pain!”
[Fitzgerald]
“Unfortuantely it would be impossible to free him - as you said, he’s fused to the glass. The only option is, well…”
[Sound of a desk draw being open, and a pistol being cocked.]
[Brodie]
“Doctor, what are you-“
[Mallorey]
“No! Please! GOD NO-“
[Gunshot.]
[Fitzgerald]
*Sigh* “My apologies, Mr. Mallorey.”
[Brodie]
“Good… God…”
[Recording Ends.]
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[Walter Cranston]
[Walter Cranston]
“Huh… heh-heh-heh… geh… I-ng… oh God…
(Coughing)
[Walter]
It’s coming apart… I’m coming… apart…
Mary… I hope you never hear this but… I have to say something… I have speak because… my mind is the only… the only thing left of me that’s still… me.
(A long pause)
“Listen to me, Mary… stop using the plasmids. You have to-hrng!… They aren’t safe! Something’s wrong… I don’t know… if I got a bad batch or if… if they knew it would do this to me all along. Those bastards… they just sell it… they’re on every street… big bright colors… everyone come and… mutate. Evolve. Heh-heh… ha ha ha ha! Oh God…
(The sound of breaking glass in the distance, screams. The sound fades.)
[Walter]
“It started out like nothing… a stomach ache maybe, mm-maybe something more. I felt… my arm felt like it was made of putty, and my face… no…
(Coughing)
“You have to stop. Whatever ADAM is… whatever it does… it’s not safe. Did we really think we could be… gods… just by… injecting ourselves with… it. I want you to… nnraagh!
(Vomitting)
Huh… huh… Oh God is that my… heh heh… heh heh heh ha ha ha ha ha! Mm… rrnngh… ah… ah-hah… huh-huh…
(A long pause, heavy breathing and the drip of something wet)
“Mary… Mary… oh God it hurts… I… have to… find a doctor. I have to… find… some ADAM. Oh… oh yes, just a little… just enough to… take the hurt off… just a little, please… Mary, Mary…”
(Something in background groans heavily, deeply, like a rumbling humpback whale.)
[In background]
”Come on, Mr. Bubbles. Angels are waiting for us.”
[Walter]
“Mary, Mary! Don’t go Mary! Just a little ADAM! It hurts! Aaaagh!”
(Gunshots)
[Little Girl’s Voice]
“Kill him Mr. Bubbles! Kill him!”
(Loud roaring.)
(Gunshots.)
[Walter]
“N-no! No, please! I didn’t mean it! Mary! Mary! YAAAAAAAAGH!
(Drilling noise.)
(Deep groan.)
[Little Girl’s Voice]
“Angry little angel… we’ll make you feel all better…”
[Recording ends.]
“Huh… heh-heh-heh… geh… I-ng… oh God…
(Coughing)
[Walter]
It’s coming apart… I’m coming… apart…
Mary… I hope you never hear this but… I have to say something… I have speak because… my mind is the only… the only thing left of me that’s still… me.
(A long pause)
“Listen to me, Mary… stop using the plasmids. You have to-hrng!… They aren’t safe! Something’s wrong… I don’t know… if I got a bad batch or if… if they knew it would do this to me all along. Those bastards… they just sell it… they’re on every street… big bright colors… everyone come and… mutate. Evolve. Heh-heh… ha ha ha ha! Oh God…
(The sound of breaking glass in the distance, screams. The sound fades.)
[Walter]
“It started out like nothing… a stomach ache maybe, mm-maybe something more. I felt… my arm felt like it was made of putty, and my face… no…
(Coughing)
“You have to stop. Whatever ADAM is… whatever it does… it’s not safe. Did we really think we could be… gods… just by… injecting ourselves with… it. I want you to… nnraagh!
(Vomitting)
Huh… huh… Oh God is that my… heh heh… heh heh heh ha ha ha ha ha! Mm… rrnngh… ah… ah-hah… huh-huh…
(A long pause, heavy breathing and the drip of something wet)
“Mary… Mary… oh God it hurts… I… have to… find a doctor. I have to… find… some ADAM. Oh… oh yes, just a little… just enough to… take the hurt off… just a little, please… Mary, Mary…”
(Something in background groans heavily, deeply, like a rumbling humpback whale.)
[In background]
”Come on, Mr. Bubbles. Angels are waiting for us.”
[Walter]
“Mary, Mary! Don’t go Mary! Just a little ADAM! It hurts! Aaaagh!”
(Gunshots)
[Little Girl’s Voice]
“Kill him Mr. Bubbles! Kill him!”
(Loud roaring.)
(Gunshots.)
[Walter]
“N-no! No, please! I didn’t mean it! Mary! Mary! YAAAAAAAAGH!
(Drilling noise.)
(Deep groan.)
[Little Girl’s Voice]
“Angry little angel… we’ll make you feel all better…”
[Recording ends.]
(All credit goes to snakeoilsage ( http://snakeoilsage.deviantart.com/))
