So this is OG. Don't ask about the title. I didn't know what to call it.

The room is cold and the air is stale as Calvin lies on the bed, facing the bunk above. The matrass is hard and uncomfortable but Calvin got used to it after many months of his entrapment. His white jumpsuit is the only heat source he owns, just like everyone else suffering in here.

"Are you awake, Isla?" Calvin asks.

"Nope," she replies. "You?"

"Maybe."

They stay silent, neither one having the energy to say any more. Calvin turns on his side to face the iron door, a slither of light spilling in through the square window. Footsteps echo outside. Ravana must be on petrol...Calvin thinks unamused or hopeful. The footsteps fade away and stop at a further located door. Keys jingle. The door opens with a soft creek.

"I guess it's Oleg's turn now," Isla says sadly. Calvin sighs.

"We're next, aren't we?" He asks.

"Yeah..."

Loud protesting fills the surrounding full cells as Ravana pulls Oleg into the Teraculatious Testing Room. The door slams shut and the protests slowly fade away. Calvin closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep before he has to suffer through the agonising screams that are bound to come. Sleep over takes Calvin shortly, just as the period begins.

~

Though Calvin is awake, he doesn't know whether it's morning or night. Everything looks the same and the amount of light shining through the window never changes. The latch opens and light spills into the room, highlighting the many dead bugs that roam around through their cell. Calvin shivers. A tray with two bowls of poultry slides through the door. Diabolos and Ravana equally enjoy medieval methods (apart from when you go into the Teraculatious Room). Calvin stands and grabs the tray and the latch closes. The bunk above squeaks, signalling Isla climbing down.

Isla takes a spot on the hard matrass beside Calvin and picks up a bowl of poultry, quickly scoffing it down. Having not eaten for hours, it is understandable. Calvin on the other hand, eats slowly, savouring every bite. Even if the food was disgusting, it was the only meal they got for the day.

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A few hours pass and a few words have been passed between the two hostages. Footsteps approach Isla and Calvin's cell, stopping directly in front of their door. A bass drum beats quickly in Calvin's chest and his voice has put up a barricade, as if it doesn't have the will to let Calvin use it. His hands shake. He draws his legs up as the key slides into the hole before turning and opening. Light spills through the empty, dark room. Little bugs scutter to the darkest corners of the room and Isla and Calvin try to adjust to the new amount of light.

A lean Norwegian man with messy auburn locks stands in front of the two adults. Ravana's black eyes stare into their souls, as if he's trying to determine the better candidate for this harmful experiment that's about to be taken. He points to Calvin, making him gulp nervously.

"You. Come with me," Ravana states, his thick Norweigan accent prominent.

Calvin doesn't budge, his body won't let him. Ravana clicks his tongue, as if he's fed up with all this stuff and receiving no successful results (which is true). He walks over to Calvin, his signature black cowboy boots clicking against the ground, echoing through the cell. He grips Calvin's wrist tightly, pulling him upwards, causing his prey to stumble slightly over his feet. Ravana's nails dig into Calvin's skin who can sense the sadness radiating off of Isla.

Being in the light for the first time that day doesn't feel relieving, it feels horrifying. Calvin doesn't know what his future holds, but this experiment will change it either way. He'll either die a miserable death, or he'll end up with superpowers and become the lions toy. He'll be forced into a routine of torture and training. Either option is not how Calvin wants his life to move forward. His bare feet tingle underneath him as he walks through the lengthy corridor. Cells line the walls, evaporating talking escaping a fair few.

Ravana stops in front of a big white door and pulls out a key, quickly unlocking the door and pushing Calvin in. Fluorescent troffers line the ceiling. A plastic container containing a mutated version of a tarantula and a scorpion rests in it, looking quite hungry. A large plastic cube sits in the middle of the room, completely empty with a metal framed door.

Not knowing what is about to happen, Calvin stays still and silent. Soon, an old looking man with a receding hair line reveals himself, wearing a lab coat. "Hello," he says. "You already know who I am and I don't care who you are. We need to begin this experiment promptly."

Diabolos manoeuvres Calvin to the glass cage and opens the door. He pushes the brown haired Guinea Pig into the cage. He closes the door for a brief moment. Calvin watches as he pulls on a pair of thick latex gloves. He opens the glass cage and lets the red Teraculatious crawl into his hands. As Diabolos walks back to Calvin, a dark smile crosses his lips.

The door opens again and Calvin runs to the far corner of the cage, pressing his back into the wall as hard as possible. Diabolos bends down, his white lab coat raising to reveal a white stained undershirt. He lets the Teraculatious crawl out of his hands and onto the concrete floor.

"Attack," Diabolos orders and the spider comes rushing towards the coward Calvin.

The door closes behind and a shiver runs through Clavin's spin. The scorpion/tarantula gains on him as he runs around the room, trying to escape the bite in store. Sweat builds up on his face and his legs hurt. Not having done any excersise for five months takes a toll on a person. Tears prick the corners of Calvin's eyes, prepared to overflow and give another barrier to overcome to stay safe from the spider.

The spider speeds up, quickly gaining on Calvin's weak figure. In an instant, pain and darkness mix into one. He topples onto the ground and lets out a scream. The room shakes as if an earthquake hit and Calvin gets slammed into the wall by a harsh invisible force. He cries out in pain as black seeps into his vision. He gets surrounded by black and white winds as the darkness forces its way into control.