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Project S - Chapter 3

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Marthus walked into the room where Allen was kept down. The woman scientist had joined her colleages behind the window and was taking notes on the restrained kid's activities.
"Did he agree to this..?" she heard one of her colleagues ask her. she knew he was referring to Marthus.  
"It was his own idea. I told him to not go but.. we all know Marthus is like that. He is an eccentric soul.." she answered quietly, her eyes fixed on her notepad as if feigning indifference to look more professional.
Her colleague sighed.
"And an obsessed one.. who made him the boss of this organisation anyways?"
"Rumors are that, before him, there was a demonic creature who ruled Black Rose, but that he killed it and claimed the throne for his own."
The colleague couldn't help but laugh at the silly statement.
"Thats impossible, Mrs. Gothenburg. It's just another nonsensical rumor.."
Those words echoed through the female scientist's head menacingly. She suddenly lost her professional attitude and looked straight into the eyes of her colleague, suddenly irritated by his stupid laugh.
"Then explain that there, mister." she said in a strict voice while pointing at the vampire on the other side of the window.
"You're not going to tell me that vampires and werewolves are perfectly real, but huge, evil, demon overlords are only rumors."
He knew she was mocking him, but he kept his cool, especially since he was not in a position of much authority yet, but she definitely was.
"I am not saying that, Mrs. Gothenburg, don't get me wrong. I'm just saying that it's a crazy idea to think that some anonymous demon would once have been our boss. Let alone believing Marthus would've killed it."
Gothenburg shook her head and returned her attention to what was happening behind the glass.
"I've known Marthus for a longer time than you, Jeff... he is capable of so much more than you know.."
"A man of secrets, eh Cindy?" her colleague said mockingly.
"Please, just call me Gothenburg... I don't like being called by my first name, especially not by the lower ranked scientists. You know that."
('So bossy..') Jeff thought as he rolled his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Marthus asked with a fleer while walking around Allen intimidatingly, giving him the feeling he was circling around a helpless prey.
It was so ironic, the once hunted suddenly becoming the hunter. Was this what vampires and werewolves would normally feel like when they were out, hunting in the night and ganging up on helpless people?
The circling wasn't the only thing that was feeding Marthus' vengeful feelings; what was also feeding his morbid thoughts was Allen's inability to talk.
"No answer..?"
A dreadful smirk spread across Marthus' face. Of course there wasnt going to be an answer. The little monster, disguised to humanity as a harmless teenager, was utterly helpless, bound and gagged, both physically and mentally. Basically, that was the entire principle, except it was done more professionally than the average 'keeping someone hostage'. This felt, to a certain point, more legal. Because it wasn't a human. No, it was far from one..
A quiet, weakened hiss sounded from behind the sedative-applying mask that had been forcefully latched onto the vampire's mouth and nose. Even though he wasn't struggling and trying to resist, and his wings laid limp, spread out over the floor, that single hiss said just how scared he was, how eager he was to get out. How much he just wanted to go home.

"He is still showing hostility.. even after being put into this situation.." Gothenburg whispered in slight awe.
"It's his natural instinct, isn't it?" her colleague, who she earlier had called 'Jeff', remarked while standing next to her.
"I wonder what it would be like to have them. Instincts, I mean. Wouldn't it be funny?"
Before his thoughts could drift off into his imagination, Gothenburg warningly snapped him out of the very idea.
"Watch out, Jeff. Such thoughts might cause you to get bitten at some point," she pointed her pen at him, showing that she was serious about this, "and believe me... once you begin to show even a single sign of having an instinct, a single hiss, you're not considered human anymore to us. You better keep that in mind."

Jeff had been wondering why this woman was acting so stressed out and strict when she normally was more relaxed and friendly.
"You're.. scared, aren't you?" he tried in order to sound deep and understanding -because he honestly had no idea- and win Cindy Gothenburg's trust once more. But instead of the sad smile he had hoped for, he got glared at.
"Well, how would YOU feel if some creepy vampire creature was whispering your name all the time, hm?". She was spitting out the words, as if in disgust.

Another weak hiss sounded from the room behind the glass, which caught their attention and stopped their bickering. While Jeff's attention went to the vampire, Cindy actually paid more attention to Marthus, intrigued yet confused by his deviant ways.
('How can he keep so calm around the vampire..?') she thought, ('What has made him the way he is? There must be more to him than just a vengeful man who lost his wife..')
"Professor Gothenburg," she then heard. It was Marthus' voice. "can you give him another dose?"
"Ah, but of course, sir." Cindy quickly replied, after which her hand moved towards a button on a panel in front of her. While making the movement, her eyes caught a glimpse of the vampire, who was looking directly at her with eyes that seemed afraid and confused. She could almost imagine him talking to her, begging her not to make him all dizzy and sleepy again.
But the scientist ignored it, rapidly putting aside the feelings of guilt that almost had started to gnaw at her.
('Don't fool me with your dirty tricks, you little, bloodsucking animal.') she thought as she relentlessly pressed the button. She even started to feel this weird urge to smile. Smile at how helpless that creature was, that would normally be out, lurking in the shadows and killing innocents at this time of night.
('Hah, he probably doesn't even know anymore whether it's night or day!') she thought, after which she couldn't resist the urge anymore.
She had to smile.
Or maybe grin.
No, smirk.
Fleer.
LAUGH.
LAUGH AT THE MONSTER.
LAUGH AT IT.

An adolescent boy was sedated and then dragged away by two guards right in front of Emily. The third one this day.. or, at least, if it even were day at this moment. Normally, she was very solitary, not caring too much about the other night creatures. But ever since she started to feel this 'union' after Dante's speech, she began to pay attention to every single soul in this cell that was dragged to their doom.
Not only that; she also started to silently mourn for every soul that, most likely, was turned to dust by these people. And secretly say her condolences to their friends and family, if they still had them. She was wondering how many of the others in here had similar rituals.
The boy that just got dragged away, she had actually fancied him for some time. She liked brown-haired guys. But she knew better by now. To fancy someone in this forsaken place was foolish; soomer or later they all met their doom and either got killed or used for creepy experiments. It almost looked like some kind of creepy curse; everyone you fall in love with, meets a terrible fate...
"You're used to not making any friends in here, aren't you?" Dante asked, who was suddenly sitting next to Emily again, which startled her a bit.
"That's because im used to clinging on to my brother.." she whispered mournfully, "I never needed anyone else..."
Dante shook his head and sighed, remaining silent for a few seconds.
"Your tale is a sad one, Emily.. but I think that applies to all of us, to every single night creature who ever fell into the clutches of this Black Rose. We see our packs, our friends and our family disappear from the cells and don't even know what happens to them.."
"I wonder what they do to those that don't get killed by an overdose of creepy stuff..."
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Pepper-the-phoenix's avatar
Hi! I am critiquing this on the behalf of :iconpowerfulwriting:. First, I really like this piece. I think it is piece with a number of interesting characters. I like how you balance the hatred of the Black Rose and Mathus with the horror and fear of the vampires. You make the vampires very sympathetic while also allowing us to sympathize with Mathus and his gang. I think Cindy and Jeff could potentially grow into stronger characters but at this point Jeff is semi-formed and Cindy is the typical assistant who is dedicated and fascinated by her employer. I would like to see them grow as characters. I also think you're going a great job creating Mathus into a hard, obsessed, and slightly dangerous person. It would be interesting to learn what he hopes to accomplish with these experiments or if he's just a sadist.

That being said, I only have two suggestions. Some of the sentences are awkwardly phrased while the dialogue between Cindy and Jeff is a little stiff. I think a good edit will help smooth those rough parts out. I would also like to see more description as that will help set up the scene more and give it more power. Instead of telling us Allen is scared, I would like to see. Give him some nervous ticks, either shaking hands, erratic breathing, wide and vibrating eyes, etc also give us an idea of Mathus' character. Is he an animal in this scene? He is stalking Allen with a hungry glint in his eye or is he patiently and dispassionately walking around Allen like a scientist? How are Cindy and Jeff reacting to this? Also I was a little confused because at first I thought they were standing behind a glass watching Mathus, but then it seems like they're in the same room as Mathus, so clarifying that would help.

And what do you mean by instinct, because humans have instinct too, so it was a little odd that Jeff wished he could have instincts like the vampires.

Over all though, it was a fun and strong chapter. Keep up the good work!