Gravity
Chapter 1
The lab was dark, Dr. Flug had turned all the lights off. The scientist sighed, another end to yet another long day. Pushing, shoving, kicking, being choked, but that was the norm these days. In fact, his boss, Black Hat, had seemed to be in a decent mood lately, and had toned down his violence towards him. Not by much of course, but enough so that Flug noticed. He dare not mention it to him, lest he bring about the end to the slightly less abusive torment.
Dr. Flug pulled up the sleeve of his lab coat and looked at his watch. Nearly 4 am, and he was supposed to be back in here at 6am. How lovely, I get two hours of sleep tonight, he thought sarcastically. He had been up so late finishing orders for the shrink ray, he had made nearly 200 of them in one night. Progress of course was slowed by Demencia constantly coming in, poking him on the head into his bag, blowing raspberries each time she did so. He locked the lab and started walking down the maze of hallways to his room.
How he regretted turning her into what she was now. Black Hat had brought her in one night, and she appeared to be nearly dead, though he didn't say why. Flug didn't ask questions, it was unwise. "Keep her alive, and splice her with something, see if you can't make her useful. Something vicious, and NOT furry!" He demanded, shooting a glare 5.0.5.
So Flug had done so, splicing her with a combination of different lizard dna's. He supposed he could have chose something more murderous, but he didn't want the girl to become so powerful and out of control that she murdered him. Of course if his boss ever found out... He shuddered, thankful he never had.
Demencia of course had awoken with no memory of who she was previously, and was pretty much insane, from the splice, though she learned quickly, Flug learned that she was nearly impossible for him to control, and he was glad he had not picked something worse to splice her with.
Black Hat seemed to approve of her transformation, though he was confused by her affection for him, thinking it was ridiculous. Finally, something we can agree on, Flug had said, right before he was slammed into the wall by his boss for being sassy. Either way, it was a better reaction then when 5.0.5. came about. He didn't even want to think of the punishment he got for that.
Arriving at his room, he unlocked it and went in. He had to of course keep it locked because of Demencia. No one else bothered about his room, but he didn't want to think what she would do to his things if she got in there. It was decorated with posters of planes, and planes crashing/on fire. With complex model planes hanging from the ceiling. There was a window, though it was quite small, and it had bars on it, Black Hat had stated it was only there to provide him with air if he needed it, so he wouldn't die. How thoughtful of him, Flug thought to himself sarcastically again.
There were also sticky notes covering nearly every inch of the wall that didn't have posters on it, with little random reminders, and crazed thoughts from his mind that he came up with while he was sleeping. Some of the notes made sense, the rest, were rather troubling, or at least would be to a psychologist. But hey, he was a mad scientist, wasn't he supposed to be that way?
Flug took off his lab coat and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. Not bothering to change his clothes or take his bag off, he collapsed in his bed. Completely forgetting, for the first time in about a year, to set his alarm.
Flug woke up to the sun on his face through the tiny window. He blinked and sat up sleepily, confused. Why was it so bright? It's still dark usually at 6... He froze, and slowly turned to look at his bedside clock. It was 10am. HOLY SHIT.
Four hours. He was four hours late. There was no way that would go unnoticed, in fact, he was pretty sure that his boss knew already, and was most likely contemplating some form of punishment for him. This had only happened once before, and that time he had been extremely fortunate, that the boss had actually locked him in his room because he had left the lair for a few hours. He wasn't about to trust Flug alone in his home, of course.
He quickly got up, threw his jacket on, and started out the door, only to run smack into his boss. He fell backwards onto the floor, though his boss didn't move an inch. Flug fearfully looked up, and the look on Black Hat's face terrified him.
The dapper villain was wearing a grin plastered on his face, his sharp teeth showing. "Good morning, Flug! I see you took the liberty to sleep in today! I do hope it was worth it...!"
The scientist quivered, a black tendril manifesting itself from his bosses shadow over him. "I...I-..!" He started, unable to finish due to the tendril suddenly being around his neck, cutting off his air. He was lifted up, so that his face was in front of his tormentors. Black Hat stroked the scientists chin under the bag with a clawed hand. "There are no excuses for being lazy, doctor. I have no tolerance for it." He said, in a growl.
Flug struggled instinctively, though he knew he couldn't escape, legs kicking at the air, hands flailing at the tentacle to no avail. It was getting dark, it felt like he was in a tunnel, and the only thing visible was that terrifying grin. His limbs went limp as he started to black out.
With a thud he fell to the floor at his bosses feet, which dealt him a hefty kick, sending him rolling down the hall. "Idiot, don't scuff up my shoes! Now, get back in your lab, and your deadlines are still the same, you had better not screw up because of your unscheduled sleep in!" The villain turned with a huff, leaving.
Flug stood, shakily. Well, that wasn't too bad, as far as what it could have been. Again, his boss had been pretty lenient with him, at least by his usual standards. Flug quickly made his way to his lab, focusing on work, it wasn't something he should think about, he didn't have time, he was already behind.
Black Hat sat in his office, hands knitted against his forehead in thought. Dammit, he had done it again, he had been far too soft with the idiot. It's only because the shipment has to be made today, if I injured him further he wouldn't get it done on time, he tried to convince himself. Why the hell do I keep making excuses... He wondered to himself. Each time he found a reason to be less harsh, and each time the excuse getting more ridiculous. Like he couldn't push the shipment til tomorrow, wouldn't be an issue at all really, they'd still arrive at the correct time.
He stood up and started pacing. I have to stop this, he thought. I can't go easy on him, after all he's just a stupid little scientist that is working for me. He is to obey without question, and if he doesn't he must receive proper punishment. He stopped. Wait. It suddenly hit him. He had actually been being soft on the scientist?!
Sitting down in his chair, he realized that he actually... had grown to sort of... no, it couldn't be. He couldn't... have developed any feelings... He thought what would happen if the doctor wasn't there, and felt a strange emotion that was alien to him. He would MISS HIM?! Black Hat leaned back in his chair with a sad sigh. He knew what had to be done.
Flug smiled to himself. Yes, he had done it, and with ten minutes to spare! That would give him enough time to pack up the shipment and get it prepared to be delivered. He knew better then to think his boss would be pleased he had finished on time, or at least show it, however this probably meant he would escape a more severe punishment. "Oh yes, that's right, who's the scientist who's got it? Yeah, I got it!" He said to himself, making a sassy motion with his hand and shoulders. He continued, packing the shrink rays and humming to himself. He had been in a decent mood lately since he hadn't been tortured so much. It felt nice.
Just as he finished, the speaker on his desk went off. "Dr. Flug, report to my office immediately after you have packed the shrink ray shipment." The scientist scratched the back of his neck, wondering what Black Hat could possibly want. Normally he would just tell him to keep working on the lists of projects he had lined up for him. He probably just wants to give me something he thought of... No, if he did that he would just leave a note on my desk, not call me to his office. The scientist shrugged, not too worried, after all, his boss had been lenient with him lately, it was probably nothing to serious.
Flug knocked at the door to his bosses office. "Enter." came the stiff reply. The scientist opened the door, and saw that the demon was standing at one of his large windows, his back turned to him, looking out it. "Yes sir, you called?" Flug said, his usual stammer not there.
"Come here." Black Hat tapped his cane on the floor next to him. Flug tilted his head, curious, but did so. Standing next to Black Hat, he glanced from his boss to the window, to his boss again, who wasn't looking at him. He looked out the window, trying to see what his boss was so intently focusing on. Nothing looked unusual to him, so he just waited. This was... extremely odd behavior for the demon. But then again, he was a demon so he supposed maybe it wasn't, he wouldn't know what he did when he was alone after all.
After about ten minutes of them doing nothing but staring out the window, Flug decided this wasn't so bad. If his boss just wanted him to stand there with him and stare out the window, it was better then getting the shit beat out of him. He'd prefer to be working of course, but then again, a break was nice. The baghead allowed himself a smile, and relaxed a little, despite the awkard silence and tension in the air.
Suddenly, without warning, the door to the room slammed shut with a loud bang. Flug jumped at the noise, startled. The shades on all the windows went down. The scientist looked at his boss, but he still hadn't moved. The candles on the walls that lit the room slowly started to dim and die off, as some unseen force was smothering them slowly.
"B-boss? Mr. Black Hat, sir?!" Now he was terrified, odd behavior, followed by this, couldn't be a good thing, at least not for him. Everything was dark, not a speck of light in the room, he couldn't see a thing.
He heard the familiar sound of the tendrils manifesting, a lot of them, more then one, more then ten, he stopped counting. Paralyzed as they all wrapped around nearly every inch of his body except his head, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. He shouldn't have gotten complaicent, he was so stupid! How could he think that his boss would continue to go soft on him, he shouldn't have taken it for granted!
He still couldn't see anything, but he could feel it when the claws came back up to grab his chin. He felt his bag suddenly pulled off. The claws stroked his exposed face, scratching and drawing blood. Flug didn't dare say a word, lest he set him off and his neck be snapped. Whatever was going on, he wanted to at the very least live through it. The demons hands on either side of his head, holding it still, the claws in his hair, digging into his already burn scarred skin.
"Flug."
"J-jeficito?" The scientist stuttered, using the term he often did when begging for mercy. Occasionally it seemed to help. Not much, but some. This time however it seemed to anger the demon even more. He felt the tendrils grips tightening, nearly compressing his chest like an anaconda.
"Do you know how I have mantained being evil through all of my immortal years?" It was more of a statement then a question.
Flug didn't answer, and felt the claws dig deeper into his face, piercing his cheeks through his mouth. He grit his teeth and let out a strangled wimper. That was a mistake, as the claws were forced farther, so the thumbs were pushing the claws into the back of his throat, making closing his mouth impossible, choking with blood.
"I have never allowed myself to develop emotions for anyone. Not a hint of fondness, kindess, nicety. Nothing. Whenever I feel as if I may be developing those feelings for a person, I kill them. So nothing will distract me from being what I am. If they cause me to go soft, then they are a problem that must be taken care of."
Through the pain and his strangled garbling, the scientist couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made sense, but why was he telling him this? Why did it matter with him? What was the purpose of this torture then, if it wasn't something he had done?!
Black Hat removed his claws from his victim, who spat the blood on the floor as he struggled to breathe. He whimpered as he heard a strange slurping sound, knowing it was his boss licking the blood off his claws. Flug still couldn't move, the tendrils holding him as still as ever, as he felt the demons face suddenly just centimeters from his own. His chin was grabbed again, the hot breath in his face.
"Your blood tastes so exotic... for a human..."
Flug let out a scream as he suddenly felt Black Hat behind him, biting into his neck, the sharp teeth cutting into him easily. The tendrils tightened, squeezing the breath completely out of him as the beast slurped at his blood. He could feel himself fading into unconciousness, when the grip was lightened, just enough for him to breathe. Black hat continue to bite him on various parts of his body, as if wanting to sample his taste. Biting down hard on his victims left wrist, there was a loud crunch and sickening popping, snapping noises, as the bones were crushed into pieces.
The scientist couldn't tell if he was even screaming, all he could hear was the bones in his hand being destroyed, the immense pain. There was a sharp tug and suddenly, he couldn't feel his fingers anymore, just his arm. He could barely comprehend it, but the boss had just ripped his hand clear off!
Black Hat was suddenly in front of him again, he couldn't see him, but he could tell by the positions of the claws when his face was touched again. The pain was so bad that he couldn't even scream anymore, just whimper pitifully through his flowing tears. His head was cradeled to bring their faces close again.
"Unfortunately for you, Dr. Flug. I seem to have started developing... a sort of fondness for your presence. I'm afraid I will have to fire you, though it brings me no great pleasure to do so."
Fire him?! No, no no no no! No he couldn't fire him, because firing was the bosses term for murdering his employees! That's not what this was, was it? Is that why he bit his hand off, he wouldn't need it anymore?! To make him useless?!
"P-please, don't! I'm b-b-begging...!"
Black Hat covered the scientist's mouth with one of his tendrils.
"Don't speak. You're making it far more difficult for me already. Fucking dammit, I hate you! WHY DO YOU MAKE THIS SO DIFFICULT?! WHY DO YOU MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY??!!"
The doctor whimpered a begging plea with the tentacle starting to go down his throat. Then another, and another...
"IT'S NEVER BEEN THIS HARD!!! ALL THE OTHERS WERE SO MUCH EASIER!!! BUT YOU, WHY THE HELL WOULD I CARE ABOUT SUCH A DISGUSTING MAGGOT, SUCH A WEAK, INCOMPETANT, NERDY LITTLE SHIT WHO BITCHES AND WHIMPERS EVERY CHANCE HE GETS!!! WHO THINKS A FUCKING SANDWICH IS EVIL AND CAN'T EVEN BE A PROPER VILLAIN?!!!"
Flug couldn't do anything except make small gurgling noises, tears streaming down his face, the tentacles moving in his throat, wriggling and forcing their way towards his chest. Was this how it was going to end for him, his mind was fogging, he couldn't take much more...
