Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26066306-20160123175651

The day was as bland as any winter day in Newport, Oregon; tiring, cold, and generally didn’t feel enjoyable. The rain was as heavy as ever, and the fog that cover the land like a bedspread lay endlessly across the forested landscape. It didn’t matter however, for the complex of the U.S.H.E was heated nicely to room temperature. U.S.H.E Standing for the United States Humane Experiments was advertised as a resourceful, friendly natured facility hellbent on the welfare of the better world (for instance fighting cancer). It also routinely gave tours across the open part of the facility.

However there is another U.S.H.E, and the educated few called it; the United States Human Experiments. In this facility there were several grotesque experiments, of which there was one testing somebody the staff referred to as Abaddon. Abaddon was raised at the U.S.H.E since birth, so therefore that was the only name came up for him.

Abaddon was placed in a large multi-room cell, decorated with leather sofas and twine chairs to look nothing out of the ordinary for the common household. there were paintings strung up on the walls that gave the house a nice atmosphere. There were paintings like   Starry Night  or the Great Wave , however, none of them had people in them. except for 1; the Scream , which was chosen for its disturbing looking humanoid. Other then that he basically had everything. for instance water, and television.

However, there was one thing he didn’t have; food. At least not conventional food like pie or noodles. but instead something much more sinister. See, alongside the cartoons he watches on his television, propaganda was commonly played to influence Abaddon. It consisted mainly of gruesome videos of animals and sometimes people getting brutally mutilated, and after that and only that would they play a commercial for food. Typically a commercial for a meat product, but sometimes commercials with more symbolic nature such as watermelons being smashed open.

One week, at 3:00 am Sunday, the scientists put a tied up girl into Abaddon’s cell. And when Abaddon woke up he came across the girl lying there. She looked, almost relieved to see Abaddon standing there. She knew for sure that it wasn’t a scientist based on his jeans and happy face t-shirt. She like everyone else who was a “subject” was chosen because she was homeless, she was pulled off the streets being promised food and shelter. This was for the most part true, but they didn’t put being tied up and thrown into a cell on the brochure.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Abaddon walked towards the girl like he did with everyone else. He had never seen anybody like this; long hair, and different body shape. This was because all the subjects before her were males. Abaddon was confused, and a few silent moments passed before the girl's voice broke the silence. She said that she would do anything to have his aid. Abaddon didn’t know how to respond, for he was confused. The rest of the people he had seen were incapacitated, not conscious, or simply too “gone” to notice his presence. What Abaddon did know, is that from the cartoons he's watched is that this girl was friendly, and shouldn’t be bound by whoever was outside.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As such thoughts overpowered him, he unbound the girl. She then smiled at him, for Abaddon was decent looking at least compared to the scientists who threw her in here. She got up and explored the house in all its beauty. As she glanced at the paintings on the walls she was filled with awe.. Being a person off the streets of Newport she had never been in such a beautiful house, it almost made her forget that she was thrown in here by scientists.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Abaddon said nothing, because there was almost nothing for him to say, all that was coming to him were funny catchphrases from cartoons. He ultimately said one, and the girl chuckled and remarked that she saw that cartoon when she was little. Abaddon then started ranting about how that was one of his favorites to watch. The girl just blushed and looked embarrassed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">But as Abaddon was ranting, reality for the girl was setting in. Regardless how amazing this house was, it was still a cell, it was still being monitored, and the girl feared about what horrible experiments went on. But what she really feared, was what they were doing to Abaddon. Were they injecting poison in his food? Were they testing how he could handle people after extreme isolation? The questions raced for what seemed like ages.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eventually Abaddon stopped ranting, and the girl  made herself comfortable on one of the couches in the lounge. Abaddon joined her, and a terrible silence filled the room. The thoughts had not left the girl’s mind, but she kept a shine of hope; Abaddon. Abaddon was her only way out of here, she desperately wanted to leave, so she asked Abaddon if he had ever left. To this  he replied that he had never considered leaving. He was content living here and there was no downside to living here. At least he hadn’t died, which after watching violent cartoons he understood was a privilege most did not have.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eventually she grew desperate, running across the house in search of escape. She even grabbed a metal vase and hacked her way through the door, which was pointless because doing so revealed a steel vault door. after hours of trying, the ultra violet lights outside the “windows” turned off, simulating night time. The girl was incredibly tired after trying to escape. In order to simulate a house to the farthest extent, it did include a guest bedroom, complete with bed. It was never intended to be used however. Therefore it’s been collecting dust for as long as it had been constructed. Utilising her resources she spent the night there, She couldn’t sleep however, for the fear of what the scientists would do to her. The tiredness eventually did consume her and she fell into a light sleep.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Abaddon however fell into a deep sleep as usual. But as he slept, the scientists were beginning to think their experiment would be a failure. In a desperate attempt to save their research they started pouring white noise into Abaddon's room. But it was in the white noise that messages were broadcasted. “You must do this to survive”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">and ‘if you don't you will die” were implanted in Abaddon's mind. He eventually woke up, though he questioned the strange noise that was emitting from the walls, he made haste to the girl’s room. He opened the door and entered. He rebound the girl. The girl felt the constriction and woke up, to which Abaddon replied “I’m hungry.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Abaddon dragged the girl down to the basement of his cell where  he threw her in the corner. He grabbed the black powder from under the sink, then took all the candles from the house and returned the basement. On the hardwood floor he drew a star with the powder, and put the candles on the tips of the star. he then lit the candles which sparked a brilliant yet small red flame.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The scientists humored Abaddon by helping his ritual. Abaddon placed the girl in the middle of the star. and afterwards he cut off the ropes, but before she could escape he drew his dagger and stabbed her in the knee, crippling her. She screamed for help at the top of her lungs. Abaddon stabbed her thighs and forearms so she wouldn't move. Then Abaddon placed her hands and feet against the candles. The screams grew louder with every drop of wax that fell on her hands, which were red with pain.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">There was a camera in the corner of the room behind the bookcase, which was connected to a screen in which the scientists viewed the ritual. Abaddon pulled a piece of paper on which bore text in Latin. He recited the line, and after he did the scientists flipped a switch, and a hidden lighter underneath the floorboards erupted with flame, setting the black powder ablaze. After several minutes the girl stopped screaming, it did her no good, because nobody would come to save her. The burns ran up her back and limbs, but eventually the black powder became nothing more than smoke. It did however, leave a black outline on the floor. Abaddon then drew his dagger once more, and swiftly chopped the girl’s fingers off. Then Abaddon seared the wound shut with the candles. He then chopped her toes off. And once again seared the wound shut. Abaddon repeated this process multiple times with the hands, then the feet, then the arms, then finally the legs, covering his happy face t-shirt in blood.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Although Abaddon sealed the wounds as quick as he could, the girl lost too much blood to be conscious. While she slept, Abaddon went to grab the hammer from the cabinet, when he returned to the basement he smashed the hammer against her head, smashing it like a watermelon. The ritual was over. What remained was to stock the cabinets and cupboards with the flesh, which he did neatly and tidily. The flesh which would last him a week due to his self-enforced diet.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After this, the scientists celebrated yet another successful experiment, and just as they were celebrating, a email came in on the computer; this is what it said:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Dear members and staff of the U.S.H.E (United States Human Experiments)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Your work today was marvelous as always.This research in cognitive development and mind control will aid us in project MKUltra. And we anticipate further research which will aid us later in future development of our cause.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Yours truly

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">~The President of the United States <ac_metadata title="The Wrath of Abaddon"> </ac_metadata>