Everyone watched in silence as the needle pierced the screaming man’s arm, and the fiery liquid was pushed into his bloodstream. The scientists immediately backed away from the man, clearly afraid of what they just injected him with.
The Hawaiian immediately stopped crying. His body went rigid and he sat up completely straight. The veins in his neck looked ready to explode. Pain. Unimaginable pain consumed him, scorching him from the inside. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding. His entire body started shaking and convulsing, his skin turning almost as red as the liquid in the syringe. The man screamed. It was the most ungodly sound Hoc had ever heard. For several minutes, the man suffered, before a single bloody tear ran down his left cheek, and he closed his bloodshot eyes. His body went limp, and his head dropped to his chest.
The screens were flashing and beeping radically as the man’s temperature was 106.1 degrees and still climbing. Hoc’s eyes flashed to the heart rate monitor which read 196 beats per minute. He shook his head. How is he still alive? Hoc took a step closer, despite all reason and intuition warning him to stay back. Blood soaked saliva dripped from the man’s mouth onto his soiled pants. Keeping his distance, Hoc bent down to look at the man’s face.
In an instant, the man burst from the chair, releasing a deep roar with the ferocity of a lion. Hoc jumped back so hard that he stumbled and fell. He could see that the man’s eyes were wild and hungry with hatred as he got back to his feet. His pupils were so dilated that his irises could barely be seen and the whites of his eyes had turned a sickening yellow.
The handcuffs held the man tight, but he was pulling so hard to get free that the skin on his wrists started to rip away below the metal, smearing blood across the arms of the chair. Several intense minutes passed before the man stopped moving. He glared at Hoc with an intensity he could feel. It was as if the man knew that this was all his fault. The man was hemorrhaging. Blood ran down from his eyes, ears, and nostrils.
The silver haired man clapped again slow and hard. “Congratulations on a job well done.” There was a moment of silence before he continued. “Now shoot them.”
Fear and panic flooded the room as Hoc and the other scientists, except for Robert, ran toward the door in a pathetic attempt to flee. The woman screamed as the reverberation of bullets echoed throughout the room. Hoc watched in horror as a bullet entered the rear of her cranium, exploding through her face and sending bits of brain and bone flying forward against the door.
Hoc closed his eyes and looked away, which caused him to collide with a stool. He stumbled as a bullet hit his right arm, and another ripped through his left hand. Then he felt the sting of a final bullet slicing through his neck as he tumbled to the cold cement floor.
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