Story Excerpt
My Eternal Love

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Brandon opened his eyes slowly, blinking several times due to the bright lights in the ceiling. It made his eyes hurt. It was way too intense. When his eyes adjusted, Brandon scooted up and looked around.

Once again Brandon seemed to be surrounded by white. He sat on a thin mattress on the floor covered by a white sheet. Even the scrub like clothes on his body were white. Brandon was really starting to hate the color white.

He climbed to his feet, leaning his hand against the wall when the room began to spin. He stood still for a moment while he tried to get his baring then crossed over to the door. He wasn't surprised to find it locked.

Brandon wasn't sure anything would surprise him, not after his promotion. While things were a bit fuzzy, he still remembered every little pinprick of a needle, every insidious procedure done to his body. And he was pissed.

Brandon looked through the small wire mesh window. He could see a small hallway, and again, white walls, but from his vantage point he couldn't see anything else. There were no people, no doors, no windows, nothing.

"Hey! Let me out of here!" he shouted as he balled up his fists and banged on the door. "Let me out! This is kidnapping, damn it."

Brandon banged some more. He slammed his fists on the door until they started to hurt. Slumping against the wall, Brandon slid down to the floor. He dropped his head into his hands trying to figure out how in the hell he'd gotten into this predicament.

A sudden sharp pain shot through Brandon's head. He cried out and gripped his head tighter between his hands. It didn't help. The pain just got worse, bigger, until he felt it throughout his entire body.

Brandon felt like he was being skinned alive. His skin burned, ached. The muscles in his arms and legs contracted. It felt like the biggest muscle seizure he ever experienced. It started at the top of his body and shot right down to the arches of his feet.

As suddenly as the pain came, it left. Brandon sat there, the breath entering and leaving his lungs in great gulps of air. The aches in his body slowly faded away, the spots before his eyes clearing.

Brandon leaned his head back against the wall. His heart hammered in his chest. The pace slowed but it was hard for Brandon to catch his breath. His chest ached and felt restricted, like someone sat on him.

After a few minutes, Brandon rolled to his hands and knees, ready to push himself to his feet when he heard a beep and the door opened, admitting the man in the white coat from before and another armed guard.

"Ah, Mr. Thomas," the doctor said, "you're awake. Very good."

Brandon scooted back on his hands and feet as the doctor advanced on him. He hit another wall, jerking when the armed guard reached for him. Brandon was pulled to his feet and escorted by his arms over to the bed then forced to sit down. Before he could get up or protest, the doctor stood over him taking his pulse.

Dr. Carson shined a bright light in his eyes. Brandon blinked several times, large spots appearing in his eyes again. Brandon slapped out with his hands trying to push the doctor away. The guard was instantly there, grabbing him by the wrists, twisting his arms behind his back.

"Now, now, Mr. Thomas," Dr. Carson admonished, "we both know what happened the last time you were combative. Do I need to give you another sedative?"

Brandon shook his head. "Why are you doing this to me? This is kidnapping."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Thomas," the doctor replied as he shook his head. "You apparently didn't read the fine print in your employment contract."

"I didn't sign up to be a pin cushion," Brandon snapped. "I'm an orderly."

"You are an employee of Gervais Institute of Study, Mr. Thomas."

And that meant what exactly?

"As such, you are subject to the rules and regulations of this institute which state that you must voluntarily submit to examination and transfer of duties at any time."

"I didn't volunteer for shit."

"Ah, but you did, my dear boy, when you signed your employment contract." Dr. Carson patted Brandon's arm then reached into his pocket to pull out a syringe filled with red liquid. He pulled the cap off and squirted a bit into the air.

Brandon started to struggle when the doctor nodded to the two guards. They flipped him over and held him down to the small bed, one of the men jerking Brandon's pants down and off his legs. His shirt was just as quickly pulled off.

A moment later Brandon cried out and went stiff as he felt the needle sink into the soft flesh of one butt cheek. Intense pain followed the injection of the liquid in the syringe. Brandon didn't know what it was but he could feel it burning through his body like acid. It made him feel achy, needy, hot.

He inhaled sharply as hot lava started flowing through his body. The guards holding Brandon down let him go and stepped toward the door. He quickly rolled over and glared at the doctor. "Wha -- what did you do to me?" he panted.

"I've given you a wonderful serum I constructed, something to insure your compliance." The sinister grin on the doctor's face almost looked like the man was proud of what he created.

"Compliance with what?"

"We're conducting a little experiment here, my dear Brandon," the doctor said, "and the genetic anomaly in your DNA has just made you a major subject in that experiment."

"What experiment?" Brandon cried out. "What anomaly?" He really didn't like the smirk that covered the doctor's face. It sent a cold shiver up his back and made the hairs on his arm stand up.

"Ah, but see, you did volunteer. When you were examined for your position as orderly, you voluntarily gave us a sample of your blood and we discovered that you have a genetic anomaly that makes you unique in the human population."

Human population? Brandon suddenly knew the doctor was not playing with a full deck. He was nuts. He scooted back onto the bed and held his hands up. "Hey look, I don't know what you're into here but I want none of it."

"I'm afraid that is impossible, Brandon, we have established that your DNA is compatible with one of our test subject. Since only one percent of the world's human population has compatible DNA, we need you for this experiment. Now, I don't want you to worry, we've learned a lot from past experiments and have taken actions to insure a successful union."

"A successful union?" Brandon's eyes widened. "What did you do to me?" he hissed.

The doctor held up the syringe in his hand, the empty syringe. "I simply combined our test subject's blood with another one of my serums and gave it to you. That should enable us to get the results we need."

Brandon started to jump to his feet and protest but his legs crumbled beneath him and he crashed to the floor. He barely caught himself before his head hit the cold tile. He felt weak, unable to push himself up. The room around him began to spin.

The doctor's chuckle was cold and sterile. "Your body is no longer your own, Brandon. It now belongs to the institute until we no longer have use of you."