Alicen Kerlan shivers, as she lay in a cell. As she looks at her hands, she can feel it... all of it. She turns away. Shivering in the padded cell with red lights. As she feels them... those... things coming from her back. There heavy... there... she can feel them, and all the sensitive mussles. As she flintches, as it comes. She cries "No... please... please stop..." As suddenly, she begins to cry, as the pain pulses thru her back, and body, as blood slowly leaks from her back, as silver stuff emerges from her back, griping the huge butterfly wings. Pulling out more of the wing from her back. As she screams, and cries, with her hands to the floor, as her legs lay. She shivers. As she cries, she can't hear anything. Her ears folded in on themselves. As her hair extends into pastal colors now. She shivers, as she slowly moves her hand... too tocuh... she shifts her hand back in a panic, crying. She felt it... the attena's growing from her head. Slowly, surely. She cries deeper, laying close to the padded ground.
She spends her few minutes where she does not feel pain, and is lucid crying. As she remembers one person, one man in her life. James Kerlan, her husband. She remembers her kidnaping well. He was at work... someone broke into her house. She woke up with some thugs around her, and soon... moved from cage to truck, to cage... until the white, clean cages of this hell hole. Until... months go by, waiting to be picked... as she was. She can feel it... her body... everything is wrong with it. Does her face even look like her own? She cries silently. As she pulls herself closer. She, remembers it. The substance, that silver liquid they injected, the first time, it was pain yes... but nothing like this. Just... weird hair color, hair falling out, and some small things, and lots of hunger. But this... this is hell. As they inected her the second time... she remembers that silver liquid moving thru her, causing her to shiver in the restraints, as it reached her, and she fell unconchess, waking here. Alwase the padded cell, with red lights. She looks up sightly, her eyes flinch as she covers them. Why is it so bright? It did not use to look bright.
As time passes slowly, she realizes something is wrong. They usually feed her by now? She shivers... she is very... hungry. As her mouth opens. She shivers... she remembers last time she ate. She shivers further. "oh god..." As she sits... she can feel a animal edge slowly come to her mind... food. She is hungry. She shivers... as she feels it get worse... and worse. Until she feels slight vibrations in the floor, and frowns, as a paniced opening of the slot pushes in... a dish. She is quite, as she tries to pull back. She does... not want to eat it! She shivers... until she moves... slowly, crawling. As she approtches it... she panics, as she realizes she can smell it... but her nose is not working... its... its that limb growing from her hair... the attenas. She shivers, pulls back, as tears flood. But... her mouth drools. As she suddenly, animalisticlly reaches forword, as her toung reaches out... missshapen... a proboscis. She falls into a trance, as the sweet liquid moves thru her toung... she does not move much... freazing. Quite. Not thinking much. Until... its done. As she pulls back. She looks at the empity dish... with quite... horror. She shivers, and cries, as she moves to lay on the padded floor, but her new back mussles sting, as she shifts them. She cries suddenly.
Outside her cell... the medics watch... thru the oneway glass in the slot of the door. She is a in-progress stage 2. As she collapses. They have been in a panic after the facility was taken... they need to make sure everyone is fed, and have... been refering to the evotoriums own discusting documents to learn... what the fuck each person eats now, and find the evotrioums own supply. The made medic shutters. "Oh god... i... i can't beleve this shit... oh fu-" The other medic grabs his sholders "stay with me, we got 62 others to feed. Come on!" The other medic shivers "W-Who would do this... how... how..." The other shakes his head "It does not fucking matter, the military raided this place, and they are working to save everyone here! But they can't if they starve to death, so get moving!"
As the medics arrive at another section, they notice no longer reinforced doors... just... smaller, normal doors. As they see ID 172612, one medic speaks on the comms "Need info on 172612." As others respond "Locating the file, give us a second." They wait, until "S-Stage 3, incomplete... uh... non-hostile. Raw... raw meat. Just... raw meat, and some water. They should be delivered shortly." As they wait, a stressed the hell out soldger arrives. "Here." They nod, as they... carefully open the door. Inside sits a... cage. They enter slowly, as they see a cloth over the bird cage, with some falconry equipment on a shelf. The leading man, holding the food gulps, as the one with the free hand. Slowly lifts off the cloth. Inside... sits... a entirely animal looking... falcon. Just... a normal looking falcon, with a hood on that blinds... it... them? It turns to the sound quitely, slowly. The medic slowly, nerviously reaches to... unlach the cage. The falcon is... unmoving with the door open. As he...gulps, shaking hands, as he removes the... hood. The birds eyes look at them. then, it moves back suddenly, humanly. It looks at them. Just... watches them. As its wings are slightly spread. Its quite. The man says "The... Military raided this... facility... we know the horrors, we are here to help. But... this is very... new to all of us, so... just eat for now ok." The bird... does not move, but its blank, bird eyes widen. As it shifts slowly away, watching them. Its... uncanny.
They are quite, as they feel... deeply unsure. But slowly pass raw meat, and refill a water boul in the cage. The bird... looks at the stuff... with a very animal movement. As its head moves to face at the movement. Then lowers itself slowly, as it watches them. Then looks back at the food, and water. It still... feels too... human. The man asks "Do... do you understand what i am saying?" Its quite... then... nods. Just slightly. Then turns, and shrinks, shivering. Not touching its food. Reacting suddenly as if it did the most horrible sin. The medics eyes change, driping with empathy "Its ok... we are here. You will be safe now... ok." The bird continue shivering, as it closes its eyes. Then after a few moments, as its shivering slows, opens them. It makes a small, hollow chirp. As he nods. "good... good... you can eat... we need to help others ok. There are many pepole here to help, they are working to help everyone here ok." The bird is quite. But nods slightly, as it shivers. They slowly leave its room, leaving the bird cage unlocked. As they close the door.
Elsewhere, signtists rapidly sort thru documents, as they look thru documents, as care workers go thru the building. While others orgnize maps, and another group is setting up equipment to digitize all logs. While another group works carefully around ashes of burnt paper, trying to salvage the logs burnt during the Evotoriums data-deltation attempt. They treat every scrap as sacred, knowing it may hold the only surviving record of a victim's name. Teams of document restoration experts apply delicate chemical baths, heat treatments, and digital enhancement techniques to make faint ink legible again. One thing they discovered... very unfortunately... all digital data was lost. There entire computer systems here were cleared as the raid started. Its... lucky that they seem to store thousands of short-hand data logs on the identities, and transformations of individuals. Thou less detailed then what digital logs would be. The logs are sparce, mostly notes for staff on when to feed who, and what, as well as production sceduels, and as well as that... names linked to there IDs... but... quite horribly the link is only listed in a single place in each persons set of paper documents. This is only truely needed for Stage-2, 3, or the rare stage 1. But its still very needed, as some... can't fucking speak. Or some are non-responsive from raw trama. While others they suspect could code-out speech thru movements or codes, but it will take time.
Meanwhile, several men gather around a larger... cage then the rest. As they enter the observation room of a room that is the size of a small zoo enclosure. As they move to lift the shutters on the one-way glass, and turn of the systems. They frown... as inside... its pitch black. One reads the ID written on the plake, and says "ID 182712. Get intel on that." They nod, as a military man radios it in. The man looks thru the controls. "There... lights." He clicks it on, as inside... light floods the area, as they hear a loud hiss. As they see... a massive spider with a human man's torso instead of a spider head at its top. The man's skin is defly white, with too many large black bug-like eyes that don't blink, and hair covers the head is normal human hair, while the spider body is covered in complex patterns of white, and black hair inches long. It hisses loudly at the light, and hides its head from the light... there head. As webs, inches thick cover the entire enclosure. The... creature? Is huge at 1.8m acoss, including abdomin, and leg sprawl. The man who turned on the light, shakes, as he turns them off. Its quite for a second in the room. As the radio returns. The man says "They... got the details. Stage 3, incomplete. Name, Alex Mame, aged 19 when brought into stage 1... Nutrition... lists... live... pigs... Uh... they got info that eyes are designed to be highly sensitive to light." There is a quite, before "Uh... more info, they got logs about web harvesting... or something, and combat tests. Oh... also they seem to note... punishments, and... hostility training?" They frown, as they look at the cell.