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greenportal) wrote2022-10-31 12:09 am
greenportal) wrote2022-10-31 12:09 am
Entry tags:
Tachycardia
Title:Tachycardia
Fandom: Original Universe
Characters: OC Lisa (Human), OC Adam (???)
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: Lisa undergoes a vivisection.
Warnings: Surgery, Mild Gore, Fantasy Gore (Description of and harm to organs that don't exist), Creatures with multiple eyes, Cussing, Unhealthy Relationship. No mentions of blood.
Lisa woke up strapped to the table in a surgical theater. Far above were tiered rows of seats, all filled with people that she could only see as blurry shadows. The domed glass ceiling between her and them must have been thick enough to distort her view.
She tried pulling at the restraints around her wrists and ankles. They were made of a heavy material that felt soft against her skin, yet resisted like metal. She realized there were straps across her waist and throat too. The latter made it difficult for her to move her head as she tried to look around the room.
She couldn’t see a door anywhere, but then there were large parts of the walls out of her line of view. There were computer monitors at the top of the ceiling, angled for the viewers and not for her. Their light was reflecting on the glass though, and she could make out some vague writing on the screens. She couldn’t see anything else on the lower floor with her.
“Thank you for coming, Gentlemen. We’re ready to begin.”
Lisa recognized Adam’s voice coming from distant, tinny speakers. Still, she was surprised when he suddenly appeared next to the operating table. He had on a wireless headset to connect to the speakers and a lab coat.
“Those of you who did the reading last night will already be familiar with the procedure, so I won’t waste time explaining the basics,” he continued, “The rest of you had better catch up before the exam. Those who fail may find themselves down here with me.”
“Adam, what’s going on? Where are we? You work in advertising, what’s all of this…” Lisa gave up when she realized none of the words were leaving her mouth. The only noise she could make was a strained breath.
Adam clicked something in his pocket, and the colors on the screens overhead changed. He pulled a cleaning cloth out of the same pocket to wipe down his glasses, then rolled up his sleeves as he spoke again.
“I’ll let all of you copy the diagram of the primary incision as we begin. Now that I’ve given you this one freebie, none of you are allowed to say that I’m too harsh of a teacher.”
He reached over to something below Lisa’s feet, and came back with a scalpel and a handful of pins that reminded Lisa of dissecting frogs back in school. At this point it was far too obvious that this was a dream. None of it could hurt her. She smiled at him as he unbuttoned her hospital gown, knowing that she would simply be woken up by the first cut. He set the tip of the scalpel blade against the top of her breastbone, paused, then made one long gash down to her stomach.
The pain was like a sudden blast of fire. If she could scream she would've been shrieking at the top of her lungs. Her jaw and eyes opened wide as she tried to do it anyway. Adam seemed to ignore her squirming as he pulled back her skin.
He pinned the incision open, and then stepped away again. He came back with a few things in his hands. One looked like a desk lamp with a tiny shade. He set it up to lean over her chest and clicked the device in his pocket again. The screens above turned pink with something moving, and Lisa was suddenly very glad that she couldn’t see them. The other thing he had was a small saw. He set to work splitting Lisa’s sternum and spreading her ribs apart as she silently cried.
She could see the audience above leaving their chairs and crowding the window for a better view. It was much easier to tell when they were standing and walking that none of them had a human silhouette. The lights from below reflected in the many eyes above. Far, far, far more eyes than there were watchers.
“Here we can see a perfect example of the type of heart we’re looking for,” Adam said as he adjusted the camera, “Notice the shattered lesions along the right atrium. The ventricles have the desired level of softness. The aortal tendons have developed the characteristic patterns of scar tissue caused by manipulation from an outside force.” He then looked down into Lisa’s eyes, and gave her a dark smile. “I wonder who could have caused that.”
She snarled at him. She wanted to scream at him, but there was only one thing she could do.
She slowly mouthed out the words, “Let. Me. Go.”
A hiss-like chuckle escaped from between his teeth. He grabbed the scalpel again.
“Let. Me. Go. You. Mother. Fu—“
A new shot of pain gripped at her insides. It echoed across her chest cavity so that she couldn’t tell what he was cutting. The audience above was pressing against the glass, with clicks and screeches like a horde of angry insects as their claws tapped and scraped the windows. None of them were there for a lesson. All of them were there for the leftovers. The more impatient ones began banging against the window until there was a sharp crash.
“Gentlemen, I’ve had to explain the rules every time!” Adam yelled as he stopped to point the scalpel at the audience accusingly. From Lisa’s perspective the broken window shards came raining down behind him like a horrible, glimmering spotlight. “You’ll get to have your fun at the end. Until then, I get to have mine.”
He reached into Lisa’s chest and pulled out her now-freed heart, holding it up high enough for her to see it beating in his hands. It was still connected to some… oh, she didn’t know what. It was all pink and red junk to her.
“As you can see, this procedure has left the heart in pristine condition. And, after the processing in our next lab, I’ll be able to keep it in this perfect state…” He held the scalpel up to the last bit of whatever keeping it anchored, “… forever.”
Adam cut.
Lisa woke up.
She was in her dark, warm bed. The tapping on the glass was heavy raindrops hitting her window. The streetlight out there gently illuminated the far corner of her room. She took a few deep breaths, but felt like there was still a restraint around her.
She heard soft snoring in her ear, and realized Adam was curled up behind her. His legs were wrapped around her ankles. His arms were around her arms and waist, but his hands were up her shirt for extra warmth. As he dreamt his fingers dug into her breastbon—
… Oh. Ohhhh.
“Adam? Adam, get up.” She said, nudging him with her shoulder.
“Hunuh? Nmhuhh.”
“Get up,” she said with more force, “Go cut your damn fingernails. They feel like fucking razorblades.”
“The fughh…? Id’s the middul uva night. I’m tryn sleep…”
“I don’t care. You can’t be in my bed until you do it.”
“Hnnnh.”
She nudged him harder, scooting him back slightly. A couple more of those, and suddenly his grip released as he fell off the edge of the bed with a satisfying thud.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he groaned as he picked himself up, “Fine, whatever. Only because I love you.”
She doubted him, especially as he left while grumbling, “Freaking weirdo… Ought to give her brain science lab… Might find something—“
“Hey,” Lisa said, sitting up in the bed, “You weren’t using your mind reading thing on me while I was sleeping, were you?”
He stood with one hand on the doorknob and his head tilted like a confused puppy. Then he gave her a bright laugh and stepped into the hallway while saying,
“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”
Lisa woke up strapped to the table in a surgical theater. Far above were tiered rows of seats, all filled with people that she could only see as blurry shadows. The domed glass ceiling between her and them must have been thick enough to distort her view.
She tried pulling at the restraints around her wrists and ankles. They were made of a heavy material that felt soft against her skin, yet resisted like metal. She realized there were straps across her waist and throat too. The latter made it difficult for her to move her head as she tried to look around the room.
She couldn’t see a door anywhere, but then there were large parts of the walls out of her line of view. There were computer monitors at the top of the ceiling, angled for the viewers and not for her. Their light was reflecting on the glass though, and she could make out some vague writing on the screens. She couldn’t see anything else on the lower floor with her.
“Thank you for coming, Gentlemen. We’re ready to begin.”
Lisa recognized Adam’s voice coming from distant, tinny speakers. Still, she was surprised when he suddenly appeared next to the operating table. He had on a wireless headset to connect to the speakers and a lab coat.
“Those of you who did the reading last night will already be familiar with the procedure, so I won’t waste time explaining the basics,” he continued, “The rest of you had better catch up before the exam. Those who fail may find themselves down here with me.”
“Adam, what’s going on? Where are we? You work in advertising, what’s all of this…” Lisa gave up when she realized none of the words were leaving her mouth. The only noise she could make was a strained breath.
Adam clicked something in his pocket, and the colors on the screens overhead changed. He pulled a cleaning cloth out of the same pocket to wipe down his glasses, then rolled up his sleeves as he spoke again.
“I’ll let all of you copy the diagram of the primary incision as we begin. Now that I’ve given you this one freebie, none of you are allowed to say that I’m too harsh of a teacher.”
He reached over to something below Lisa’s feet, and came back with a scalpel and a handful of pins that reminded Lisa of dissecting frogs back in school. At this point it was far too obvious that this was a dream. None of it could hurt her. She smiled at him as he unbuttoned her hospital gown, knowing that she would simply be woken up by the first cut. He set the tip of the scalpel blade against the top of her breastbone, paused, then made one long gash down to her stomach.
The pain was like a sudden blast of fire. If she could scream she would've been shrieking at the top of her lungs. Her jaw and eyes opened wide as she tried to do it anyway. Adam seemed to ignore her squirming as he pulled back her skin.
He pinned the incision open, and then stepped away again. He came back with a few things in his hands. One looked like a desk lamp with a tiny shade. He set it up to lean over her chest and clicked the device in his pocket again. The screens above turned pink with something moving, and Lisa was suddenly very glad that she couldn’t see them. The other thing he had was a small saw. He set to work splitting Lisa’s sternum and spreading her ribs apart as she silently cried.
She could see the audience above leaving their chairs and crowding the window for a better view. It was much easier to tell when they were standing and walking that none of them had a human silhouette. The lights from below reflected in the many eyes above. Far, far, far more eyes than there were watchers.
“Here we can see a perfect example of the type of heart we’re looking for,” Adam said as he adjusted the camera, “Notice the shattered lesions along the right atrium. The ventricles have the desired level of softness. The aortal tendons have developed the characteristic patterns of scar tissue caused by manipulation from an outside force.” He then looked down into Lisa’s eyes, and gave her a dark smile. “I wonder who could have caused that.”
She snarled at him. She wanted to scream at him, but there was only one thing she could do.
She slowly mouthed out the words, “Let. Me. Go.”
A hiss-like chuckle escaped from between his teeth. He grabbed the scalpel again.
“Let. Me. Go. You. Mother. Fu—“
A new shot of pain gripped at her insides. It echoed across her chest cavity so that she couldn’t tell what he was cutting. The audience above was pressing against the glass, with clicks and screeches like a horde of angry insects as their claws tapped and scraped the windows. None of them were there for a lesson. All of them were there for the leftovers. The more impatient ones began banging against the window until there was a sharp crash.
“Gentlemen, I’ve had to explain the rules every time!” Adam yelled as he stopped to point the scalpel at the audience accusingly. From Lisa’s perspective the broken window shards came raining down behind him like a horrible, glimmering spotlight. “You’ll get to have your fun at the end. Until then, I get to have mine.”
He reached into Lisa’s chest and pulled out her now-freed heart, holding it up high enough for her to see it beating in his hands. It was still connected to some… oh, she didn’t know what. It was all pink and red junk to her.
“As you can see, this procedure has left the heart in pristine condition. And, after the processing in our next lab, I’ll be able to keep it in this perfect state…” He held the scalpel up to the last bit of whatever keeping it anchored, “… forever.”
Adam cut.
Lisa woke up.
She was in her dark, warm bed. The tapping on the glass was heavy raindrops hitting her window. The streetlight out there gently illuminated the far corner of her room. She took a few deep breaths, but felt like there was still a restraint around her.
She heard soft snoring in her ear, and realized Adam was curled up behind her. His legs were wrapped around her ankles. His arms were around her arms and waist, but his hands were up her shirt for extra warmth. As he dreamt his fingers dug into her breastbon—
… Oh. Ohhhh.
“Adam? Adam, get up.” She said, nudging him with her shoulder.
“Hunuh? Nmhuhh.”
“Get up,” she said with more force, “Go cut your damn fingernails. They feel like fucking razorblades.”
“The fughh…? Id’s the middul uva night. I’m tryn sleep…”
“I don’t care. You can’t be in my bed until you do it.”
“Hnnnh.”
She nudged him harder, scooting him back slightly. A couple more of those, and suddenly his grip released as he fell off the edge of the bed with a satisfying thud.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he groaned as he picked himself up, “Fine, whatever. Only because I love you.”
She doubted him, especially as he left while grumbling, “Freaking weirdo… Ought to give her brain science lab… Might find something—“
“Hey,” Lisa said, sitting up in the bed, “You weren’t using your mind reading thing on me while I was sleeping, were you?”
He stood with one hand on the doorknob and his head tilted like a confused puppy. Then he gave her a bright laugh and stepped into the hallway while saying,
“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”