Experiments on myself N°3

Day 1

I know I'm doing a lot of things wrong and that what I'm doing isn't even practical, but in my defense I don't know how the human body works, even less so when magic is involved. So yes, a lot of things are reckless and senseless, but I'm doing what I can and I have to continue the inquiry anyway.

I am in the Barbarian age and barbarian ideas are needed. I need Danamus' blood to enter my circulatory system. So taking up my previous idea of injecting the blood, during the days I was recovering from the previous experiment, with the help of Danamus I created some wooden needles to try to reach the veins, but of course, I don't know how the human body works and I had to prick myself several times before achieving my goal.

At first I thought of cutting the veins and applying the blood directly, something similar to the previous experiment but more barbaric. I mean, I was hoping that just like before, if it didn't work, the blood crust that forms will manage to stop the bleeding, but it's not a very good idea. Even for me it's not a good idea, after all it's like flipping a coin, it all depends on luck, the place and desperation are changing me for the worse. Of course, all tests are performed on the left arm.

The needles were crafted with green branches and the help of Danamus' magic. I could have tried using Shuriken leaves, but being a great artisan is not one of my skills. Besides, why complicate life when there are easy ways to do things? I also attempted to sterilize the needles by burning them a bit and then boiling them. Sure, it doesn't make much sense since I'm going to be getting blood from a magical being into my system, but sterilization gives me a slight sense of security.

Before I pricked myself with needles I was very nervous, I mean, I had to do it, but that didn't stop me from feeling scared. After all, I still don't know anything about magic and how my body might react, so there's a chance I'll lose my rationality and turn into a monster. I'm afraid of pain, so any possibility that involves pain terrifies me.

If the worst comes to the worst and I turn into a monster, I would have to live wandering through the valley waiting to be devoured, without knowing what my death will be like. But maybe I won't be so lucky and before being devoured I'll stumble upon a human being or anything with intelligence that is out there. Then, seeing the oddity of my appearance, he decides to earn a little money at the expense of my misery.

Since I have no rationality, then it will be easy for my executioner to capture me. In this world there is magic, so it will be easy to take me to some magical city to be exhibited. At first, due to my oddity, he will get great profits, but eventually the curiosity of the city will be satiated and the income will decrease enormously, so my current owner decides it's time to move to another city.

But at the same time, a mad scientist passing through city, drawn by the rumors of the locals, becomes interested in me. The bastard wants to know if I am a new species or just a freak who managed to escape from the laboratory of one of his fellow madmen. My captor sees that transporting me from city to city is not very profitable, so he decides that selling me for a large sum of money is a better option. The heartless beast, after receiving the money, leaves without caring about the time we had spent together.

The scientist, pleased to have achieved what he considers a good purchase, while humming a strange melody, takes me to his laboratory, which is located in a cave far from any civilization, where the wails of a poor monster can not be heard by anyone. There, he decides to subject me to cruel experiments, bringing me to the brink of death, which would be a relief, but the scientist thinks he paid too much money for me, so he prevents me from resting in peace.

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After years of torture, suffering and pain, the mad scientist still can't find the reason for my transformation. Frustrated by his inability to satisfy his macabre curiosity, he gives up and decides to sell me to the city's coliseum so he can afford another of his experiments, thus ending my story with my second owner and leaving me at the mercy of the next wealthy soul willing to foot the bill for my wretched existence.

The coliseum, blissfully buys an aberration like me and expects that my sacrifice will stroke the ego of a veteran adventurer who wants to give a show of strength. Of course, my time with the mad scientist was far from ideal, so I was weakened by the experiments and the lack of food, but that did not stop the adventure, who, impressed by my horrible appearance and my unique weirdness, decides to slowly murder me to put on a show of his strength.

The adventurer succeeded in his task and the people who attended the duel were impressed. So the evil adventurer, not satisfied with making me suffer during the duel, decided to dissect my skull and hang it in the living room of his house as if it were a trophy, in an attempt to impress his adventurer friends, those who behind his back have a carnal relationship with his wife.

A couple of years later, emaciated and exhausted, the old adventurer succumbs to the poison that his wife and one of her lovers put in his drink. The old lady believed her husband had a treasure hidden away and greed drove her to commit murder. Unfortunately for her, everything her husband earned in his days of adventure was spent at the rabbit bar and the little that remained after his death was left to their only son.

Unfortunately for the adventurer, the young man is the product of one of his wife's affairs, so the old man died without leaving his legacy. In any case, after his death, the illegitimate son took over the house and the boy never liked my appearance, so without much hesitation the young man decides to throw me into a box and keep me forever in the darkness.

The boy didn't throw away my skull out of respect for his late father and because he thinks it might be worth some money in the future. So since then, there, in a corner of the attic, among the dust and rats, rests the skull of an innocent monster who suffered the injustices of life. There lies my skull forever and ever, until it turns to dust or until the young man needs money.

Or worse, I could transform into a monster, maintain my rationality and experience all of the above. It can happen, even if the possibility is low, it can happen and it's scary to think about it.

Luckily, to the relief of my paranoid mind and to the disappointment of my expectations, nothing happened. Though well, maybe the amount of blood was not enough, I mean, the amount could easily be less than a drop, but it's also possible that the effects are not immediate and I had to wait. In any case, with fear being displaced by anger, I pricked myself a few more times to be sure and then lay down to wait for the changes, I wanted to be attentive to any change no matter how painful that might be.

Day 2

Waiting for the changes I fell asleep and nothing woke me up during the night, so I suppose nothing happened. But to be sure when I woke up, the first thing I did was rush to the river to see my reflection and everything seemed normal, all the features of my face and body are as I remember them, which is a great relief. I mean, it's not that I mind keeping company with the cuckold adventurer, but I prefer to stay alive. Thank you.

After calming my nerves regarding my appearance, I mean, it's not that I'm very handsome, but I'd rather keep looking like that or be part of an eyesore show. The next step is to confirm if it was my perception that mutated. Due to my daily exercises, I'm clear about the limits of my capabilities and after the sprint to the river, it was clear to me that both, speed and endurance are still the same.

After a couple of tests I realized that the strength had not suffered any change either. I tried to uproot a couple of trees, break a couple of stones and even lift Danamus, but all resulted in failure. Though again, since everything is speculation, perhaps the change is so minuscule that it's imperceptible, and if that's the case, well, it's useless.

"...."

*SWOOSH*

"Don't bother, if you lighten your weight by flying, it doesn't count. I'm weak, and that's okay"

To be honest, my expectations regarding positive outcomes have always been low, so it's funny how I always end up being disappointed. I guess I still have hopes of being able to resolve the current situation, but I don't know if I can continue to be positive if I don't get a positive result soon.