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Malenkov looked at the two men in front of him with interest, his flourescent-white eyes
emitting a glow against his sclera, his thin mouth curving into an ominous grin.
“I suppose you two gentlemen wouldn’t know why I am here, no?” he uttered, bowing until he
was face to face with Fredrick, his steely gaze peering into the very depths of his soul. Fredrick
could feel his heart pounding inside his chest as he locked eyes with this thing that should not be,
the man he brought back with his own hand. He knew that if he were to run, that he would either
be met with certain death, or worse. He could only respond to the man’s question.
“H-Hello, Mr. Malenkov… You’re in what's left of the Baton Rouge Federal laboratory.. And for
why you are here? Well, you were found dead outside of the Carnagie Funeral Home in New
Gonzales, and you were brought back to be a subject for an experiment that would test whether
or not a dead man can be brought back. Obviously, it was a success.” He stuttered, trying his best
to not look further into the man’s soulless stare.
“...Hm, I suppose that would explain these stitches on my body, wouldn’t it? And these little
metal joints in my hands and wrists?” Malenkov droned as he looked down at himself, once
again feeling at the incisions that were being held together by sutures and stitching. “You two
wouldn’t mind telling me your names, would you?” he asked while stretching his arms and back,
his eyes still locked onto the two men.
“Oh, yes, of course, My name is Doctor Fredrick Dell Johanneson, and this is my best friend and
assistand, Dotor Jonathan Min.”
“Ahh, the names suit you both quite well. Now, I must ask you to give me my clothes. It’s cold.”
“Oh, of course!” Fredrick squeaked as he grabbed Ivan’s clothes, which were folded neatly upon
a table, promptly handing them to Ivan. Ivan grinned and nodded at him before he unfolded his
clothes, putting on each piece one by one. His pants, his boots, his white collared dress shirt and
black tie, and finally his uniform coat. The newly resurrected man then stood up, and towered
above Fredrick and Jonathan. Combined together, his unifrom attire was quite reminiscent of a
different era. The soviet era, perhaps? How could this man who was a general in the 2020s get
his hands on a soviet uniform when the soviet union collapsed in the 90’s? Fredrick could only
assume that the russians had run out of uniforms and made do with what they had, or that Ivan
had made it himself.
“Alright.. Now tell me, do you remember anything?”
“Yes, yes i do.” Ivan began, sitting back down on the table and putting his hand to his chin. “I
remember quite a few things.”
“...Such as?”
“Well, I remember my time in the army. My higher-ups told me to direct my troops into the Baja
Peninsula, and from what i can remember off the top of my head, we k1lled around… 5,000
soldiers? Could’ve been more though, I was more focused on making sure that I wasn’t sh0t and
that I did what I was sent out to do.” He reminisced before telling the two men about what he did
to the soldiers he would capture, among many other grisly things. While Ivan laughed and mused
over what he remembered, Fredrick slowly began to realize that the work he had put into
deleting the memories had been for nothing.
“Oh, why the face, Dr. Johanneson? Are you afraid that I’m gonna do to you what i did to
them?” Ivan chuckled as he savored the horrified and bewildered look on Fredrick’s face, eyes
wide and jaw just slightly agape.
“Um.. er- well… I suppose its just.. Frightening, that you still remember all that even after being
brought back.” Fredrick fumbled as he tried to find an excuse for his expression. Ivan only
chuckled and shook his head.
“You really think that I would k1ll the men who brought me back from death? I should thank
you, really!”
“Oh, you’re welcome, I suppose… Er, would you like a tour of the Lab, Mr. Malenkov?”
“Not really, if im being honest.. For now, I think i’ll look around for myself, and perhaps find a
place to sleep. I am very tired.” He spoke while rubbing one eye “And Please, skip the
formalities. Call me Ivan.”
“V-Very well.. Do be careful not to break anything! This place is old!” Jonathan warned. Ivan
only nodded as he trudged out the door of the operation room and into the main lobby. Fredrick
gave it a minute or two to make sure Ivan was out of earshot before crying out in euphoria:
“It worked! It works! We did it!”
“I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Fredrick! I thought it couldn’t be done, but Boy, was I wrong!”
Fredrick couldn’t help but pace up and down the room with a smile that curled from ear to ear.
Jonathan found himself smiling at Fredrick’s happiness as a warm feeling came across his face.
After a while, they settled down to have a brief lunch of canned soup while discussing trivial
things like how much dust was originally in the lab before they cleaned it, or what temperature it
would get down to tonight, things of that sort. It was only after 10 minutes or so that Fredrick
brought up the next step in their project.
“So, now that we brought Ivan back, do you think we should start work on Olivia now?”
Jonathan asked as he drank some of the broth out of the can. Fredrick shook his head.
“Not yet, its a bit early for that. Besides, i think for this next step, we should get a woman for a
subject. Olivia is a woman after all, we might have to do different things for her, y’know?”
“Yeah, I suppose you have a point.”
“But at the same time, I’m thinking: should we ask the Carnegie brothers for another body? You
saw that look Simon was giving us when we asked for a body the first time? How would he react
if we asked for another? He’d probably call the fuzz on us!”
“I think he was just confused more than anything! Besides, Phil would probably be more than
willing to help us out again- of course, we’d need to pay him. You know how he loves getting
paid.
“Heh, yeah, that is true! You think he’d be available to call right now?” Fredrick pondered as he
took a bite of soup.
“Well, do you have his number?”
“Yeah, of course, its 504-555-1849!”
“Alright! Hey, i see a phone hanging on the wall over there, you think it still works?” Jonathan
asked while pointing over to a yellowed-white home telephone hung on the wall, with a
weather-weakened notepad hanging beside it with a pen hanging by a blue ribbon.
“Only one way to find out, Jon.” Fredrick chuckled. Jonathan wrinkled his nose playfully before
getting up to throw his empty can away and walking to the phone. He then took the reciever off
of the wall.
“What was the number again?” Jonathan asked Fredrick.
“504-555-1849.” Fredrick repeated.
Jonathan then repeated it back to himself under his breath while he punched the correct numbers
into the phone. He then pressed the reciever to his ear only to hear that familiar ringing tone. It
tasted for about 10 seconds or so before Phil picked up.
“Carnagie Funeral Home, Phil speaking.” Phil responded. In the backfround, there were noises
that pointed to him being outside. Digging, perhaps?
“H-Hey, Phil! H-How’s it going?”
“Not much, just digging graves, the normal stuff. How’ve you been?”
“Well you know about that…. That- uh.. The thing that.. Uh-”
“Jesus Jonathan, Spit it out! You’re starting to sound like fredrick!” Phil laughed as he could be
heard digging his shovel into the ground. Jonathan quickly turned away so that fredrick could not
see him, as he could feel his face burning red hot, and his breath quickening.
“S-Shut up! I-Im talking about the project that me and Fredrick had going on! Turns out, you can
in fact bring back the dead!”
“Really? Holy crap- thats amazing!”
“Yeah, But Phil… We need another favor.” Jonathan began. “We need… another person,
preferrably a woman. Do you have anyone like that? Someone who hasn’t been claimed by any
family or whatnot?”
“Well, now that you mention it, there is one woman, kinda… infamous, if you catch my drift.
That’s all i’ll say over the telephone though- you never know if someone else could be listening.
Tell you what, You and Fredrick come over to the funeral home around 11 o’clock or midnight,
and when you do come, I’ll need you to drive around back so that no cops or nosy people bother
us, and when you do that, we’ll see what we can do, alright? That sound good?” Phil offered.
“Yeah, that sounds alright…” Jonathan droned as he picked up the pen that was dangling near the
weather-thinned notepad, clicking it until the ball-point was visible. He then tested it on the
margins to find that the ink was still inside.
“So at around 11 pm or midnight, we drive back over to the funeral home, drive around back,
and you’ll give us to her?”
“Well, you will have to have some money with ya- i don’t think simon’ll appreciate it if i just
have you her without any payment.”
“Of course, how much will it be this time?”
“700 dollars, just like last time.”
Jonathan then proceeded to write down what Phil had told him upon the notepad.
“Alright, You got that all written down somewhere? Can’t stay on the line for long, my phones
fixing to die on me!”
“Yeah, i did. Well, i better let you get back to digging. Thank you, Phil! Talk to you in a little
bit.”
“Yeah, see you tonight. Ya’ll take care, now!”
Click.
Jonathan then turned around to face Fredrick, who had since finished his can of soup and was
waiting for him to finish speaking to Phil
“So what did Phil say?” Fredrick asked while throwing away the can.
“So, Phil’s plan is for us to come back to the home around either 11 o’clock or midnight, and
when we get there, he said to drive around back, and then he’ll give us the woman and we pay
him. That sounds alright to you?” Jonathan explained as he put the pen back on the spiral part of
the notebook. Fredrick paused for a bit, but then nodded.
“Yeah, that’ll work! That’ll work just fine!”
“Great! What should we do in the meantime?”
“Hm, I think we should check up on Ivan right quick. He did say he was going to find some
place to sleep, but knowing him and his history, I wouldn’t doubt that he ran off or something.”
“Oh yeah, you’re right! Hope he did the former!”
Fredrick and Jonathan then exited the operation room and made their way into the main lobby, to
find that Ivan was not there.
“Sh-t, Sh-t, Sh-t, where is he?!” Jonathan squeaked as he briskly looked around. Fredrick,
However, did not respond, but instead walked deeper into the building, listening for footsteps, or
any kind of movement. He then came across a closet, and promptly opened it, finding none other
then ivan, slumped against the closet wall asleep with his face covered by his arms, silently
snoring.
“Well I’ll be damned, he really did keep to his word..” Jonathan mumbled while staring at
Ivan.”Didn’t expect that..”
“Yeah… Look at him, ‘Ts like a big caracal….”
“You got that right. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hissed at us if we disturbed him…” Jonathan
joked as he gently closed the closet door back. The two scientist then slowly but surely backed
away, and went back into the main lobby.
“Alright, so now we know that Ivan’s still here, and it’ll be a while before we can go to the home
to grab that woman, lets just sit and wait for a while, not like anything too important is going
on…” Fredrick suggested, looking over at the cryogenic chamber Olivia resided in, covered with
a white sheet so that he may not lock eyes with his dead child. He quickly looked away
afterwards, for he did not want to be sucked into sorrow, at least not now. For the next few hours,
they decided to organize the cybernetic parts into catagories of what they were, such as eyes,
arms, legs, neck joints, hands, and other things that would need sorting. 6 hours would go by, but
they finally had everything organized for the next surgery.
“Alright, well we got that done.. I didn’t realize how big our box of stuff was!” Fredrick laughed
while examining a cyber-eye, its LEDS not glowing due to them not being connected, but a
sticker on the cords signified what color it was-- Magenta.
“You think Magenta eyes would look good?” Fredrick asked while turning the eye around in his
hands. Jonathan could only shrug.
“We’d have to look at the woman beforehand. He did say she was infamous for some reason, so
we may have to redo her entire face so that if she were to go outside or anything, no one would
recognize her..”
“Yeah, you have a point. I guess we’ll know what he have to do when we get there.”
Midnight struck, and Fredrick and Jonathan were waiting behind the Carnagie Funeral home in
Fredrick’s truck, waiting for Phil to come greet them. They waited like this for around 10 or 15
minutes until they saw Phil coming out of the warehouse while holding a Mag light, slowly
trudging towards the truck. As soon as Fredrick’s eyes registered Phil, he immediately rolled
down the windows and waved.
“Hey Phil, we’ve made it.”
“Good, you came at the time I said to. Now, you said something about needing a woman for
yall’s project?” Phil whispered, swiftly looking around his surroundings.
“Yeah, thats right.”
Phil went silent, and looked over towards the treelines, then to the back enterance to the building,
and then back to Fredrick.
“I told Jonathan that the woman i’m gonna give yall is kinda infamous.. Y’all know of Betsy
Greene?”
“Yeah, she was the news lady, right?”
“Yeah, from what I can remember, someone she brought onto the show also brought in some
‘tame’ spikers that ended up breaking out of containment and killing both Betsy and the person
she brought on… while the cameras were still rolling.”
Jonathan winced, and Fredrick’s eyes widened. He had remembered Betsy Greene. Of course, he
didn’t know her personally, but he remembered how she was a lively newswoman who would
show the weather forecasts every now and then, but would mainly be the one to deliver news and
such along with a fellow newsman.
“Well why the hell did she do that?!” Fredrick inquired, confused. “I mean, I remember when
they brought that guy on with the spikers, but I had already changed the channel!”
“I think that guy was trying to show off how he had managed to tame two spikers with
something, but rumor’s going around that he actually brought them on so he could k1ll her, but I
don’t know how true that is-- people love to make up crap to made other people look bad.
Anyway, I got off topic, Follow me.” Phil mumbled as he pointed his flashlight towards the
warehouse and led Fredrick and Jonathan inside. They walked past drawers upon drawers of the
dead until Phil stopped at a drawer that had a pink ribbon tied to it.
“Marked it for convenience,” Phil gruffed as he opened up the drawer to reveal the woman. “So,
what do you think? She good enough for ya?”
The woman was beautiful, at least as beautiful as you can say. Her hair that went down to her
hipbones was the color of banana pudding, her skin was pale, as would be expected of someone
whom has passed, her nails were a bright shade of red, like blood or a red rose. She wore a
sleeveless white button-up blouse with a red collar, same shade as her nails, paired with a
charcoal black skirt that went down to above her knee, and her outfit was finished with black
stockings with garters, a pearl necklace and ruby red heels. For a news anchor, her outfit could
be seen as a tad bit unprofessional by past generations, but this is 2042, and times had changed.
Fredrick, however, only took notice of her face, skinny with a tiny button nose and big eyes and
that were hidden underneath her eyelids and lashes.
“She’s perfect.” Fredrick mumbled while pulling 700 dollars from his wallet and handing it to
Phil. “Does she have any belongings?”
“She sure does. Heh, I didn’t even have to bag any of it up this time!” Phil joked as he handed
Fredrick a pink cushion-patterned purse with a golden heart dangling off of the side. “From what
I remembered, it had her drivers liscence, her little baggy of makeup, her keys, and… I think
thats it!”
“Well thats good to have. I bet she’ll want it when she.. Wakes up, i guess is the word for it.”
Fredrick shrugged as Jonathan brought the Ice-chest in to put her inside. “...She has been treated
with the anti-rot stuff, right?”
“Of course she has! Simon does that with every person that comes through his office.”
“Alright, Good deal… Just wanted to know. Well, Its late- I might as well get back to Baton
Rouge..”
“Thats where you and Jonathan are holding up? I thought that place got wrecked to hell!”
“Yeah, it did, but the rubble keeps the Lab tucked away so no people come to try and rob it,
Y’know? its a…. Tactical advantage. You understand that, right?” Fredrick asked, referring to
Phil’s time as a soldier in the war.
“Yeah, I get that. Hell, I’d want a secluded place too if I was doing illegal experiments.”
“Well, its not Illegal if you’re not caught.”
“How the-... I’m not even gonna question it.” Phil chuckled while shaking his head. “Well, I’ll
let you get back to your little lab to do your science. You have a good night, Fredrick, Jonathan..”
“Thank you, you do the same.” Fredrick responded as he picked up the ice-chest. Jonathan
smiled and waved before the two walked back to the truck, putting the chest into the truck, and
jumping back in, making way back to the lab.
As they drove, Jonathan looked at the woods that were speeding by him, blackened by night’s
darkness. He thought to himself on whether or not he was doing the right thing, helping Fredrick
bring back the dead. If there really was a great beyond, if there was really was life after death,
were they pulling the departed back? Were the two scientists reaching into the heavens and
stealing souls to put back into the vessels they had left? Are they.. Playing God? What would
happen to the both of them after they died? Would they be cast into the bowels of hell, or would
there be nothing? Or, in the least likeliness, would they be accepted into the gates of heaven?
Jonathan could only think of this, and the growing feeling of guilt swelling inside of his chest.
He tried to cast these worries and guilty feelings aside, however. What good would it do to doubt
Fredrick? He knows what he’s doing, he’s a man of science.
Jonathan desperately tried to think about anything other than his twisting guilt, until he finally
thought of… Fredrick. Not just Fredrick’s plans, not just his skills or history, but of Fredrick
himself. He found himself thinking back to the days of Project Prometheus, working upon
soldiers that had been greatly wounded in battle, building them into the weapons they needed to
win the war. He remembered exactly what Fredrick looked like during those days as well..
Chestnut brown hair, eyes as green and deep as malachite or an emerald, his beard neatly
trimmed as to not get in the way of his experiments, and a body as thin as a teenaged boys due to
his measly diet of a ham and cheese sandwich and a handful of cashews. Stern yet forgiving, he
commanded his crew of scientists well, and with a scalpel and wrench in each hand, he
inadvertedly led America to victory in the Battle of Siberia in 2028. What bravery this then-30
year old man had to go against the odds in the name of victory and science, Jonathan thought to
himself.
He then found his mind involuntarily turning towards fredrick’s appearance nowadays. Within
his mind’s eye, he could see the man angles of Fredick’s face, from the points and curves in his
jawline, the angular pointed nose he possessed, his pine-needle green eyes and his powder white
hair and beard, which in an oddly cute sort of way, made him look like a human rendition of a
billy-goat. As he doted on his appearence more and more, he found that a warm sensation began
to spread across his face, and his heart began to beat just a bit quicker than before, yet oddly
enough, this was comforting to him as that warm feeling began to spread to his ears- although
that could very well have been caused by the combination of Jonathan’s peculiar sudden feelings
and the fact that Fredrick had the heater on full blast. All of this combined with the comfort from
the truck’s seats led Jonathan to slowly relax, and drift into sleep. True sleep.
...
…
“Jon? Jon! Jonathan!”
“H-huh..?”
Jonathan opened his eyes to find himself on his cot in the laboratory, while Fredrick stood within
the threshold of the operation room’s doorway, once again wearing those red googles, a medical
mask and red rubber gloves, his lab coat buttoned all the way as to not ruin his lovely yellow
dress shirt and red tie. He was red in the face and breathing heavily, as if he had just got done
carrying a large sack of feed.
“Fredrick, are you okay? You look like you’re about to fall over!”
“Yeah.. yeah, I’m fine. You feel asleep in the truck again so I decided to carry you in. And let me
tell you, despite you being all skinny, you are heavy!” he huffed and wheezed. Jonathan could
feel his face, especially his cheeks and ears, heating up like little fires.
“W-Well why the hell didn’t you wake me up! I c-could’ve walked in myself!” He stammered as
he immediately jumped off the cot, a red, stuttering, glasses-wearing mess.
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t feel like waking you up. Besides, i had to get the ice-chest in so i could
prepare everything.” Fredrick shrugged, confused and perplexed as to why Jonathan was making
such a fuss about something as friendly as a friend bringing his sleeping friend inside out of the
cold.
“....Well, wake me next time, please… Anyway, forget that- what can I do to help?”
“Well, I just prepared that woman for her surgery, but I haven’t done anything yet, not without
your help. But you see, that's when I got to thinking- Since she was real popular on the news,
everyone knows what she looks like! Then you have the fact that she was brutally k1lled while
she was on the air..” Fredrick muttered. “I should probably take one of the face-plates he have in
the box and restructure the face! We should probably give her a new name too, just to be safe.”
“Good thinking, Fredrick.”
They then entered the room, and Jonathan buttoned up his lab coat and put on a medical mask
and a pair of gloves before joining Fredrick at the table, where laying was the woman they had
acquired from the Carnagies, with pen markings upon her chest in the form of a Y, with her face
being covered with markings as well as her shoulder blades. Right beside the table were a pair of
cyber-eyes, a set of arms, neck-joints, cybernetic organs, and her purse.
“I saw her arms were all scratched up, real bad! Must’ve been the spikers.. Don’t spikers have
real sharp claws?” Fredrick asked, inspecting her right arm by turning it ever so gently to find
that the scars were a dark red, like any normal scar that was healing, or was, but the areas
surrounding them were a peculiar dark color. Jonathan winced and slowly backed up from the
woman, but Fredrick only shook his head.
“Jon, it's okay, it's just some spiker scratches- they don’t have any venom in there. Now, if there
were venom in this lady’s arms, we’d have some problems!” Fredrick tried to joke, but decided
to give up.
“It's not that i’m worried that there's venom, it's just… It just looks gross!”
“Oh come on, when that spiker cub scratched you a couple years back, I didn’t call your scars
gross looking! Well, they were, but… agh, let's just get started with this before I forget what i’m
doing.” Fredrick chuckled before he readied his scalpel and began to gently cut along the lines he
had created on the woman’s skin, allowing Fredrick to open the ribs and begin removing the
organs that had since become useless now that the woman had died. What use would they have
in a body of mechanical parts? He threw them away afterwards into a biohazard bag to bury later,
and looked up at Jonathan, who had been staring at the macabre sight.
“You okay?” Fredrick inquired.
“Y-yeah, j-just…. Thinking, I guess..”
“Well, we should be focusing on this… hand me a wrench and a screwdriver, would you?”
Jonathan then handed him the wrench, surprised at Fredrick’s reaction, but he didn’t pay no mind
to it. He was right, they should be focusing on the task at hand and not daydreaming.
Daydreaming could lead to mistakes, and they did not want that.
Fredrick then began to screw together computer parts and cybernetical organs into place,
replacing system by system, until the interior of the woman was filled with wires and parts. He
then looked at her arms…
“Hand me a Bonesaw, please.” Fredrick blankly asked, adjusting her arms until she was in a
T-shape. Jonathan’s jaw went slightly agape at the request he made, his arms slowly trembling.
“Wh- Why? I thought nothing was wrong with her arms! You said there wasn’t any spiker
venom!”
“There shouldn’t be, but with these dark marks and scratches, it's not worth keeping them…
what if there's lingering spiker DNA that interferes with the organic parts still left-over? Do you
want robot spikers, Jon? Because that's how you get robot spikers!”
“N-no..”
“...Then please hand me a bonesaw.”
Jonathan then went over to the tray and picked up a clean bonesaw, made of steel. Clean. Sharp.
Durable. He then handed it to Fredrick with his hand ever so slightly jittering, his jaw clenched.
“...Thank you, Jonathan…” Fredrick sighed before aiming the saw just below the shoulder
joint… And with urgency, yet neatness, Fredrick began to saw, and saw, and saw on each side
until the body and arms were both separate. When all was said and done, Fredrick wiped the
sweat off his brow and deeply sighed.
“Good, good, the hard parts over…” Fredrick mumbled to himself as he took the robotic arms
and connected their wires with the wires that were looped about her collarbones and into the
shoulders and proceeded to screw the arms into place. Unlike Ivan’s arms, that were merely
reinforced with metal, these were entirely metal, save for a white silicone covering from the
forearms down to the fingertips. Fredrick, satisfied with his work of science, began to wrap up
until he noticed that the woman still had her original face.
“...Oh.. we still have to change her face and eyes! And install the neck joints!” He pipped before
gently grabbing a scalpel. He was about to immediately begin cutting until he remembered
Jonathan. Jonathan had seen his fair share of surgeries, but he could not recall if he had ever seen
a face surgery.
“Jonathan, I’m about to replace her face. If you want, you can leave while I do this, it’s going to
be…. Well, It won’t be a pretty sight, that's for sure!” He warned. Jonathan, despite his inner
protestings to not watch, decided “What the heck? It should be simple, right?”
“N-No, I’ll be okay. I don’t remember seeing one of these before, at least not in real life.”
“You sure?”
“P-Positive!”
“...Well alright, Imma start cutting in, then.” Fredrick shrugged as he gently began to cut along
the dotted lines, separating flesh until…
“Dear god, that is…. That's….” Jonathan trembled as he turned pale from the horrid sight.
Fredrick, in all honesty, was not phased in the slightest. He had replaced faces before, some more
heavily damaged than others, but this was probably the easiest one he had gotten to date. Or
maybe it was his subtle dissociation that kept him from reacting the same way as his best friend.
“Yeah, I told you it wasn't pretty.. But if we wanna keep her from being recognized after that
news incident, it’s worth a lost appetite, y’know?” Fredrick sighed before removing the woman's
original eyes and putting them in the biohazard bag, now installing the cybereyes with wires and
needles going into the formations that connected the eyes to the brain. Afterwards, he quickly
installed a porcelain-white faceplate with a rather feminine face, with a thin black line dropping
from the bottom of each eye socket.
“There… all finished.." Fredrick huffed as he took off his goggles and bloodied gloves,
surveying his creation, a crude amalgamation of steel and flesh somehow more horrifying than
Ivan, a feared former general. He then walked over to the kitchen sink and rinsed the viscera off
of his gloves.
“That was more complicated than I thought I'd be.. It was easy with Ivan, as far as surgery went.”
He monologues to himself. Jonathan could only blink and stare at Fredrick, not understanding
what he just witnessed. Normally, Fredrick wasn’t this… snappy. He also wasn’t this distant.
How badly Jonathan wanted to ask if Fredrick was okay, but he knew he would most likely be
answered with silence.
Frederick then connected her to the jury-rigged shocker once more, just like how he did with
Ivan..
“Alright, you ready, Jonathan?”
“Ready!”
“Alrighty, 3.. 2… 1!”
When he pressed the button, that loud pop was heard, like a cannon. The lights flickered ever so
gently… Fredrick then handed the button to Jonathan as he went to inspect the woman to find
she wasn’t breathing.
“....Hit that button again, would’ja, Jon?”
POP!
No response.
Fredrick then walks back over to Jonathan, gently taking the button from his hands, and presses
the button again.
POP!
He furrowed his brow, he grit his teeth, and his grip tightened around the remote.
“C’mon, Work with me!”
POP!
No response. Frederick found himself becoming more and more impatient the longer he pressed
that button, expecting that woman to start breathing..
POP! POP! POP!
Eventually, he found himself gripping that remote tight until his knuckles turned white without
care of whether it broke, gritting his teeth.
POP!-POP!-POP!-POP!
He then lost all composure and punched the wall with full force, with a yelp as soon as it hit the
hard wall. Jonathan immediately ducked under a table to escape Fredrick’s sudden wrath, not out
of will, but an almost instinctual need. Frederick held his hand, scuffed and bloodied by the walls
rough texture, letting out a pained hiss like a cat or a snake.
“F-Fredrick! A-Are you okay?!”
“Yeah- yeah, i’m fine.. She breathing yet? Fixing to give up and chunk her out!” he growled.
Jonathan paced toward the woman to check, and sure enough, she had begun to breathe.
“Yeah! She’s breathing!”
“Oh thank god…” he sighed as he slumped down along the wall, holding his injured hand with
his good one. Jonathan, seeing this, ran over to the shelves, where a first aid kit hung on the wall
beside it. He immediately grabbed it, fumbling to keep it in his grasp, and ran back over to
Fredrick.
“Jonathan, I’m alright, but that back up.” Frederick groaned, trying his best to apply pressure to
his wounds”
“Are you out of your mind right now?! That could get infected!”
“Jon, I’m okay, just plea-”
“Don’t you give me that! I’m the one with a medical doctorate here! With how dirty these walls
are, it’d get infected if we don’t clean it!”
It went back and forth like this for a solid 4 or 5 minutes until Fredrick finally succumbed to
Jonathan’s insistence on letting him clean his angrily begotten wound. Jonathan then opened up
the kit to find your usual band-aids, sterilized pads, butterfly bandaids… but where was the
rubbing alcohol?
“You know where some rubbing alcohol is, Fredrick?”
“How the hell should I know, you’re the one who got the kit out!” He groaned as he rolled his
eyes. Then there was the sound of boots hitting against the linoleum flooring outside, and Ivan
busted into the operation room.
“What was that noise? It sounded like something fell!”
“Fredrick just punched the wall, Ivan, don’t worry!”
“Well that was stupid of you, Dr. Johanneson.” Ivan smirked. Frederick shot daggers at him
before he looked back at Jonathan, finding that slowly but surely, he was beginning to calm
down.
“Hey Ivan, you know where some rubbing alcohol would be?” Jonathan asked.
“I got vodka in my flask!”
“That's…. Not what I asked.”
“You can use it as disinfectant if you dilute it. I’ve used it plenty of times, so have the men under
me.”
“...you know what, to hell with it, dilute some in a cup for me, and bring it over here.”
And Ivan did just that as he filled a little paper cup half-full of the clear liquor, and the other half
full of water. He then walked ever so gently toward the two, handing the full cup to Jonathan.
“Thank you.. Now Fredrick, I won't lie, this’ll hurt like hell. Are you ready?” He asked him as he
held the cup just above his hand, covered in dried up blood.
“Yes, of course! Quit treating me like.. Like your patient!” Fredrick muttered, looking away from
the two as he rolled his eyes.
“Okay, 1. 2. 3.”
He slowly poured the liquor onto Fredricks hand, causing him to jolt upright and growl through
his teeth as the alcohol entered his wounds with seering pain. Out of instinct, he tried to pull
away, but jonathan pulled his arm back towards him, not even bothering to ask him to keep still.
Afterwards, he patted his hand dry with a sterilized cloth and wrapped his hand in white
bandages.
“That isn’t too tight, is it?” Jonathan asked as he put tape on the bandages to fasten it. Fredrick
shook his head and sighed, still recovering from the sudden agony.
“No, its alright.. Jonathan, you don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine!”
“Fredrick, of course I do! I’m your friend! Besides, with those two spikers that were in here, who
knows if their DNA was on the walls! Don’t spikers lay oothecae on walls and eat the shelling
after the eggs hatch?”
“....Jon, thats disgusting.. But you have a point… Ivan, check that woman for me, will you?”
“Yes Sir… she’s still breathing!”
“Good! I still need to read her memories and delete some stuff from there..” Fredrick groaned as
he got up, using his uninjured hand to balance against the wall before trudging over to the
memory machine and grabbing the memory sticks in his hands tightly, sticking them through the
woman’s skull and into her brain. Memories were quickly converted, although much slower than
Ivan’s though, however. Fredrick could only assume she had been dead longer than Ivan had, and
did not question it further. He removed files that had to do with her death, removed evidence of
her name and replaced Betsy Greene with Eva Moore, and waited a while before saving and
closing out of the program.
“Alright, thats done…. We should probably get another some time tomorr-”
“Oh no you don’t! You’re gonna let that hand heal up before you do any more surgeries!”
“Jonathan, I said i’m fine, i can do this!”
“Fredrick, F-friends don’t let friends do surgeries while their hand is healing from an injury.”
Jonathan insisted. Fredrick wanted to object once more, but seeing Jonathan’s peculiar
demanding that he rest, he decided to just let it be. Besides, whats a little downtime going to
hurt? And if Jonathan, a liscenced doctor, says to not do any surgery for the time being, he might
as well.
“Come lay down, fredrick, its 2 o’clock in the morning.. We’ll deal with that woman later when
she wakes up… Hey, what did you name her, anyway? I know you said you were going to
replace her name!”
“I named her Eva. Eva Moore. No real reason or namesake, I just thought it sounded nice.”
Fredrick replied as he got ready for bed by taking off his shirt and tie and shoes, while Jonathan
put on the baggy black shirt he had found for a pajama shirt.
“Well, it certainly has a ring to it, I’ll give you that!” Jonathan chuckled before they got into their
respective cots.
“Night, Jon.”
“Night, Fredrick”
And Jonathan turned out the lights.
…
Jonathan had woken up to the darkness he had left himself and Fredrick in, only hearing Fredrick
snore beside him in his cot. He found that it was strangely cold, but he only assumed that the
winter cold was creeping in from that broken boarded up window. His eyes slowly began to
adjust to the dark around him as shadows of tables and shelves and Fredrick’s cot came into
focus..
And “Eva” was standing inches away from him, eyes glowing a piercing Magenta, with a blank
stare.
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