damned_institute | Nightshift 35: Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [MU for Leon]

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Nightshift 35: Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [MU for Leon]

They say a man can survive any atrocity so long as he had his health. They were aiming to fix that with their newest specimen, Leon Kennedy. He had been strapped to a cold operating table by leather belts, restraining his legs and arms as well as holding his waist up against the table. The entire room was white and brightly lit, although it was difficult to discern the exact light source. Medical tools and equipment lined the walls, and several large cabinets were labeled "CAUTION: BIOHAZARD."

A man was also in the room, dressed in a full biohazard suit. Noticing Leon finally awake, he said, "Good evening, Mr. Kennedy. I hope you don't mind the suit. There are a lot of virulent microbes in here and I'd hate to catch something."

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Leon blinked slowly in the bright light. There'd been dinner, and then... things were fuzzy. He eyed the man in the biohazard suit, and tried to sit up. Leon's eyes widened as he realized he was restrained. He looked around the room, taking in the medical tools and warning signs. "Who are you?" he demanded, breathing speeding up. "What's going on?" He strained against the leather belts, hoping to break through one of them. One limb free, and he'd at least buy himself some time.

The fact that the man had called him by his proper name took a minute to sink in, and he snapped his attention back to the faceless suit. "You know my name," he said. "What's going on here?"

"Oh, of course I know your name, Officer Kennedy," The man said. As he spoke, he reached into a cabinet and grabbed a rubber hose. "The hero of Raccoon City, savior of the President's daughter, exterminator of parasites and viruses alike." His words carried a mocking tone with them as he spoke. He approached Leon and rolled up the sleeve on his right arm. "I'm well versed in your work. You have an amusing knack of ruining delightful experiments, don't you?"

He wrapped the hose around Leon's upper arm and tied it off, cutting off most of the circulation.

On the one hand, the knowledge that he was not, in fact, crazy was some small measure of reassurance. On the other, the man in the bio suit seemed to have rather malicious designs towards him. "Delightful experiments?" Leon spat back. "They were creating monsters! Thousands of people died from what Umbrella did, and even more would have if I hadn't stopped them!" Somehow, Leon rather doubted that this man cared much about the fate of mankind. People who worked for Umbrella, or who at least admired their work, never did.

"You're not much of a philosopher, are you?" he said, going back and grabbing an iodine rub along with a gause pad. He walked back to Leon, and began searching for a vein on his arm. "What is a monster, really? It's something that terrifies us, naturally, but on the core, what is it? To a deer, the cougar is a monster. To the mouse, the cat is a monster. We see this plenty of times in cartoons to make us laugh, but it carries a greater message with it. A monster is nothing more than a predator. In the case of Umbrella, they designed a disease...a monster in itself as it feeds upon you, which turns you into a monster yourself. The creatures from Umbrella were scary because they were higher on the food chain than humans."

He liberally applied the iodine solution. "The death of thousands, Leon, was just evolution taking place. Natural selection at its finest."

Through the mask, the man grinned. "Would you like to evolve, officer Kennedy?"

Leon was strapped down to a table and the man was rambling about philosophy at him. Some remote part of his mind rather dryly thought that there was no way this could be real, no one actually acted like this, it was like the villain in a bad movie.

The cold iodine snapped him out of that. "Evolution? It was a massacre!" Leon twisted his head to look at the man, even though he couldn't see his face. "That's not how you make something better, that's how you destroy it!"

At the final question, Leon's eyes widened. His own answer came back at him, and he renewed his struggle against the bonds that held him in place. "What're you doing?" he gritted out between clenched teeth. "What the hell is going on?"

The man laughed just a little, stepping back away from Leon and tossing the gauze in the trash. "I'm not referring to the human race, Officer Kennedy," he said. "Evolution is not about giving the species Homo sapiens everything they need. You are not the pinnacle of evolution. Evolution is about life itself constantly forming new niches, constantly improving or adapting to new environments. It's survival of the fittest...of those most capable of thriving in a given climate. And guess what? It's not you."

"You haven't answered my question," Leon half-growled. "What are you doing to me?" The talk of monsters and evolving was bringing back some very, very bad memories. Images of Birkin, Salazar, Saddler, Krauser, all flashed through his mind. They'd all sought to become something more than human... or at least more powerful than a human. Becoming more powerful didn't necessarily make something better.

In a flash of desperation, Leon twisted his head around, looking for a door. There was some stupid part of him that was hoping for Ada to come kicking in the door to save him. He wasn't the sort of person who minded being rescued, especially from situations like this.

The man shook his head sadly as he opened up a cabinet and pulled out a vial, upon which a familiar umbrella-shaped logo was evident. "I really thought you'd be smarter than this, officer," he said sadly. "I assumed you'd be able to recognize what was going to happen, what with the biohazard suit and all my talk about evolution and making you a better creation than the pathetic human that you currently are. It's a shame this procedure won't enhance your mental acuity. You'll be stuck with the brains you've got."

He pulled out a syringe and withdrew the liquid from the vial, taking a careful measurement and holding the needle up to the light. "This drug should temporarily weaken your immune system, but don't worry. Once I'm done with you, you'll never have to worry about catching a simple cold again."

"No," Leon whispered, eyes locked on the vial. "They said... they..." Everyone had told him Umbrella wasn't involved. It had made sense, in a way. Leon had ignored his instincts, everything that told him Umbrella had to be behind this. He believed all that crap about multiple universes because in some weird way, it made sense. Or maybe it was just easier than dealing with the truth.

Leon started thrashing in his bonds, doing his best to break free. The bonds held fast, as he knew they would, but maybe if he could prevent the man from giving him the right dose, it wouldn't work. They wouldn't be able to make him like those-- those things he'd fought and killed for the past six years.

"They said what, hmm?" The doctor said, not bothering to approach him as he thrashed around. "You really must stop believing everything the other patients tell you. I'm afraid most of them are grossly misinformed about...well...about everything. Fight against the bonds all you want, officer. You'll only wear yourself out. I have all night."

"Bastard," Leon growled. "Why are you doing this? You don't have any more volunteers? Umbrella never seemed to have a shortage of people willing to turn themselves into freakshows." He stopped struggling, mostly, though he was still straining against the strap holding down the arm without the hose tied to it.

"Silly little man," the doctor tutted. "Who said I work for Umbrella? Umbrella Corp is a small fish in a very large pond. And besides that, I'm doing this because I want to help you evolve, of course. You've earned it after all you've been through."

He forced Leons arm down and turned it so that the iodine solution was evident. "This happens whether you struggle or not. The question is just how painful do you want it to be?"

And with that he plunged the needle into the vein on Leon's arm, injecting the contents of the vial directly into his bloodstream.

"No!" Leon shouted, instinctively attempting to recoil from the man, and whatever was in the vial. But the man in the bio suit had a strong grip, and Leon had wasted his energy trying to break free. All he could do was watch as something horrible was injected into him. Memories of Spain flashed through his mind, though that infection seemed almost preferable. He'd been free, he'd been armed, and he'd had help. There'd been a cure for the Plagas. Somehow he doubted he'd be so lucky here.

"Oh ho ho," The doctor laughed, pulling back a little. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? I'm just going to wait until the virus does its work before unstrapping you. Can't let you have a chance at getting your revenge now, can I? In a few minutes your body's going to break out into spasms as it tries to combat the virus. Once that's over, I highly doubt you'll be strong enough to make any kind of violent gesture towards me. You'll be lucky enough if you can even make it out that door." He motioned towards the nearby door.

"For now, let's just sit back and enjoy the show, shall we?" He took a seat on a stool and waited.

Leon swallowed hard, eyes flickering desperately around the room. He didn't feel any different, and that was almost the worst part, that nothing felt wrong, something this horrible should feel wrong--

It started with a cold sweat, one he barely noticed in his panic. The rapid breathing and heart rate could be written off as fear as well, or were they signs of something else? His vision started to blur right around the same time as the burning sensation started in his limbs, slowly spreading to his chest.

"No," Leon muttered, rolling his head from side to side. "No... You can't..."

"Can and did," The doctor replied. "It's already over, nothing more for me to do. Amazing how something as simple as a little prick of a needle can cause so much pain, isn't it? Some of the other doctors prefer horrific devices of torture in their procedures, devices meant to crack ribs and cut through bone. But me? No, I prefer the simpler approach. Watching you change is torture enough for me."

Leon could barely hear the doctor, now. His body jerked and twisted on the table, his eyes staring blindly at the ceiling overhead. He couldn't hear, couldn't see, could barely think over the pain wracking him.

Then there was something he could think about, could focus on. Agonizing pain in his hands as nails and bones grew rapidly, lengthening quickly into something like claws. Leon arched up off the table, grinding his teeth in pain, as boils began to break out on his back.

"Hrm," the doctor said. "An early development of claws in the specimen. How interesting. I wasn't expecting to see that mutation so soon..."

Leon's hands continued to mutate, until each finger had twisted into a long, sharp claw the color of bone. His gaze suddenly snapped away from the ceiling to the doctor. His eyes were red, but more striking was the look on inhuman rage that twisted his features as he stared at the doctor. Leon snarled, pulling against his restraints again, as the boils on his back burst. Blood and pus soaked his shirt. Something moved against the fabric, pushing it outwards.

"How does it feel, Officer?" The man said mirthfully. "To become the thing you hated, the thing you despised? Soon you'll see how wrong you've been all along. Soon you'll see what it truly means to evolve."

Leon didn't respond, though considering his condition it was hardly shocking. The back of his shirt ripped as tentacles sprouted out of his back, growing rapidly in length. They coiled and snapped about, seemingly of their own volition, though their 'attention' seemed focused on the doctor.

His skin rippled as the muscles beneath it began to swell, straining the leather bands holding him in place. Leon's eyes took on a sickly yellow cast as he stared at the doctor. "I'll destroy you," he growled, his voice inhumanly predatory. He flexed the claws on his hands, as though itching to rip them through the bio suit and into flesh.

The man laughed a little, though he did actually take a step back as the tentacles seemed to reach for him. "Not likely," he responded. "I'm afraid tonight shall be the last night you see me. And I wish you the best of luck hunting me down. Really, I encourage it. It's good to have goals in life, even if they're futile ones." He opened up the counter and pulled out a tranquilizer gun. He turned back to Leon and aimed the gun at him.

"Now, this has been great fun, but I'm afraid our time here has run out. Goodnight, Officer Leon. Enjoy my gift."

And he pulled the trigger.

The dart landed in the middle of Leon's chest. He instinctively jerked at the restraints, wanting to rip the offending barb out of his skin, but somehow they held fast. The tranquilizer worked its way through his system, suppressing the virus.

Slowly, the mutations retreated, tentacles absorbed back into flesh, claws retracting, eyes returning to their normal grey-blue. Leon lay on the table, soaked with blood and sweat, shaking with exhaustion and pain. "No... you... you... bastards..."

The doctor walked back to the operating table and undid one of the restraints around Leon's wrists. He smirked slightly yet said nothing as he regarded Leon one last time before turning and walking out the door.

Leon made a futile effort to grab at the doctor, but by the time he swung his hand out, the door had already closed. He gasped for breath, trying to focus on something. The pain. The fever. The cold sweat. The pain. The virus in his blood that could turn him into a monster just like--

He looked down, noticing the dart still lodged in his chest. Leon managed to grab the dart and pull it out. He wanted to hurl it across the room, but he didn't have the strength. The dart dropped to the ground as his hand fell back to his side.

After a few minutes, Leon felt good enough to start freeing himself, though he was still shaky and sick. Once the strap on his other wrist was undone, he sat up. Everything went blurry, and Leon rubbed his head, groaning softly in pain. Once his vision cleared, he undid the straps on his legs, and cautiously swung them over the side of the table. After sitting still for another minute, he carefully put his weight on them.

Shaky, but upright. That was progress. Leon looked at the door; it was open a crack, though the hallway outside was dark. He took a step in that direction, then paused. The tranquilizer had stopped his... transformation. Maybe there were more?

Leon turned and stumbled to the far wall, pulling open cabinets and drawers. His vision was still blurry, and pain kept him from focusing well, but in a drawer on the left-hand side he found two more tranquilizer darts. Holding them carefully, Leon walked to the door and out into the hall.

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Nightshift 35: Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [MU for Leon]

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