Valerius didn't know what was happening to his body. The spread of convulsions wasn't able to be repressed, spasms forcibly flexing his muscles predominantly in his forearms. Another discharge, like his body was constantly surging with energy until there was no place for it to go but out. His screams were distorted, changing in tone at a rapid rate. Every few feet was a task in itself with how he collapsed over and over again. It seemed impossible to make any real ground with this mutagen making its home in his body. Veins distended, extremely visible whilst they pressed against his flesh. Discoloration spiderwebbed along his skin, painted a dark blue. Vale's body felt hot, like it was constantly short circuiting. What had he gotten himself into? What if this mutagen killed him? Better than getting into their hands at least. No, he wasn't safe yet. There were still other samples that he had to get to safety first. This late into Fall it was extremely dark while storming, the only light provided the artificial sort. The flash of lightning outlined Vale's silhouette, his drenched body which fought to retain a standing position. Every few seconds he failed to stay upright, just collapsing with his palms braced against the cold, wet pavement.
He had to fight it.
Another series of unexpected convulsions wrenched Vale's body across the ground. There was a sensation most uncomfortable, like something was crawling underneath his skin. No one came to see the source of the screams, streets deserted as if a modern ghost town. Part of him wanted someone to come help him, but the smarter side knew that could be disastrous. If they saw what was happening to him they might try to get him shipped to a hospital or worse, notify the authorities. Vale could not risk being taken into custody. While WDGR was a well-known organization, they kept most of their 'experiments' hidden from the public and law. Human genetic experimentation was extremely illegal. Were Vale captured, they would trace him back to the organization and their rate of research would come to a grinding halt. On top of that he would either be imprisoned for life or executed. There were no other choices. If he wanted to make it to facility Cepea, he had to do it alone.
A grip like iron kept that sample box close and clutched to Vale's body, luminescent blue eyes scrutinizing everything around him. Dark alleyways were hard to navigate because of the lack of light, but they were the safest. Step by step he trudged forward, not exhausted by any means- rather, it was the complete opposite. Every fiber of his being felt supercharged, although unstable at the same time. The rate of exertion was heavily overshadowed by the production of electrical impulses and charges that had spread throughout his entire body by now. Yet another uncontrolled discharge of electricity exploded from Vale's body, turning the secluded alleyway into a light show. This time when he collapsed it was only onto a knee, a single hand against the pavement while bolts of electricity arced around his frame. At that point he actually looked at himself again, how the sleeve that belonged to his lab coat was singed and torn to pieces. Curious eyes drew back to take another glance at the entirety of his coat, which looked like it went through a burn barrel and paper shredder combination. Most of the expulsion happened around his torso area, where he presumed most of this newfound energy was storing itself. In a shaky manner Vale brought his free palm to be against his chest, eyes widening at what he felt.
Vale's heart rate had more than quadrupled, thrashing inside of his chest like a drummer on speed. Why had he not felt it? Surely something like this was hugely noticeable. Sparks fizzed and popped at Vale's hand as he pressed against the ground and resumed an upright position. He examined his hand as water streaked down it, how his veins had expanded and how rigid his muscles were. Could it be that all of these electrical impulses fried the nerve receptors in his body? Had he no feeling anymore? It was a plausible assumption that this mutagen was substituting- maybe even mimicking the intense effects of stress-induced adrenaline. If this was true, then the breakthrough they had achieved was far more significant than they ever could have predicted. While the trials were still in the early, unprecedented stages, Vale would be the 'prototype' for this mutagen. It wasn't like he had a choice. Still, it was worth testing to a greater extent. To try and calm himself down was futile, so Vale took the opposite route.
He ran.
While not exactly out of shape, Vale never considered himself to be a runner. The act of sprinting down the lab's passageway to the double doors had been enough to wind him, but now? His muscles reacted like never before, as if unaffected by his running completely. Now Vale was weaving between alleyways beneath the storm which lit up the sky. There was no sign of the inclement letting up as the downpour became more horrendous. Weightless was the best way to describe how he felt. There was no fatigue, no short of breath. Tiredness was not a factor anymore. It had been replaced by constant power, a sensation that drove Vale into a full-on sprint. The instability that wrecked his body before was waning, as if being channeled instead. Muscles worked in overdrive, propelling the mutagen's prototype in a manner unlike any other. Cepea was miles upon miles away, but at this rate would it be an acceptable goal to make it in time?
He had to try.
To Vale's dismay, he was not as bonded to the mutagen as he thought. In the middle of his sprint another discharge struck without warning, rendering his body stiff as a board while he smashed forward. His head bounced off of the ground and his body skipped across the pavement like a rock on a pond. He felt no pain, but his muscles were completely locked up. It was a feeling akin to paralysis. Thoughts raced. Would the stiffness go away? Was there anything he could even do? The side effects of this mutagen were incredible in both a good and bad way. Wet pavement felt cold, or at least, it should have? Vale couldn't distinguish the feeling of the ground against his skin, how his cheek flattened against it. There was nothing. No hot, no cold, no in between. It just was. He couldn't move his mouth, muscles along his jawline keeping it locked in place. These unexplained phenomena were driving his mind mad. Thoughts raced through his head.
"What do I do now? What can I do?" It repeated over and over again, this questioning conscience. Copy and paste, the questions overlapped again and again as Vale waited for something to happen.
"My body is alive- but I can't feel it."
He had to fight it.
Another series of unexpected convulsions wrenched Vale's body across the ground. There was a sensation most uncomfortable, like something was crawling underneath his skin. No one came to see the source of the screams, streets deserted as if a modern ghost town. Part of him wanted someone to come help him, but the smarter side knew that could be disastrous. If they saw what was happening to him they might try to get him shipped to a hospital or worse, notify the authorities. Vale could not risk being taken into custody. While WDGR was a well-known organization, they kept most of their 'experiments' hidden from the public and law. Human genetic experimentation was extremely illegal. Were Vale captured, they would trace him back to the organization and their rate of research would come to a grinding halt. On top of that he would either be imprisoned for life or executed. There were no other choices. If he wanted to make it to facility Cepea, he had to do it alone.
A grip like iron kept that sample box close and clutched to Vale's body, luminescent blue eyes scrutinizing everything around him. Dark alleyways were hard to navigate because of the lack of light, but they were the safest. Step by step he trudged forward, not exhausted by any means- rather, it was the complete opposite. Every fiber of his being felt supercharged, although unstable at the same time. The rate of exertion was heavily overshadowed by the production of electrical impulses and charges that had spread throughout his entire body by now. Yet another uncontrolled discharge of electricity exploded from Vale's body, turning the secluded alleyway into a light show. This time when he collapsed it was only onto a knee, a single hand against the pavement while bolts of electricity arced around his frame. At that point he actually looked at himself again, how the sleeve that belonged to his lab coat was singed and torn to pieces. Curious eyes drew back to take another glance at the entirety of his coat, which looked like it went through a burn barrel and paper shredder combination. Most of the expulsion happened around his torso area, where he presumed most of this newfound energy was storing itself. In a shaky manner Vale brought his free palm to be against his chest, eyes widening at what he felt.
Vale's heart rate had more than quadrupled, thrashing inside of his chest like a drummer on speed. Why had he not felt it? Surely something like this was hugely noticeable. Sparks fizzed and popped at Vale's hand as he pressed against the ground and resumed an upright position. He examined his hand as water streaked down it, how his veins had expanded and how rigid his muscles were. Could it be that all of these electrical impulses fried the nerve receptors in his body? Had he no feeling anymore? It was a plausible assumption that this mutagen was substituting- maybe even mimicking the intense effects of stress-induced adrenaline. If this was true, then the breakthrough they had achieved was far more significant than they ever could have predicted. While the trials were still in the early, unprecedented stages, Vale would be the 'prototype' for this mutagen. It wasn't like he had a choice. Still, it was worth testing to a greater extent. To try and calm himself down was futile, so Vale took the opposite route.
He ran.
While not exactly out of shape, Vale never considered himself to be a runner. The act of sprinting down the lab's passageway to the double doors had been enough to wind him, but now? His muscles reacted like never before, as if unaffected by his running completely. Now Vale was weaving between alleyways beneath the storm which lit up the sky. There was no sign of the inclement letting up as the downpour became more horrendous. Weightless was the best way to describe how he felt. There was no fatigue, no short of breath. Tiredness was not a factor anymore. It had been replaced by constant power, a sensation that drove Vale into a full-on sprint. The instability that wrecked his body before was waning, as if being channeled instead. Muscles worked in overdrive, propelling the mutagen's prototype in a manner unlike any other. Cepea was miles upon miles away, but at this rate would it be an acceptable goal to make it in time?
He had to try.
To Vale's dismay, he was not as bonded to the mutagen as he thought. In the middle of his sprint another discharge struck without warning, rendering his body stiff as a board while he smashed forward. His head bounced off of the ground and his body skipped across the pavement like a rock on a pond. He felt no pain, but his muscles were completely locked up. It was a feeling akin to paralysis. Thoughts raced. Would the stiffness go away? Was there anything he could even do? The side effects of this mutagen were incredible in both a good and bad way. Wet pavement felt cold, or at least, it should have? Vale couldn't distinguish the feeling of the ground against his skin, how his cheek flattened against it. There was nothing. No hot, no cold, no in between. It just was. He couldn't move his mouth, muscles along his jawline keeping it locked in place. These unexplained phenomena were driving his mind mad. Thoughts raced through his head.
"What do I do now? What can I do?" It repeated over and over again, this questioning conscience. Copy and paste, the questions overlapped again and again as Vale waited for something to happen.
"My body is alive- but I can't feel it."
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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