The Right Hand Job
Chapter 1 : Professor Dick Van. Johnson
‘Ke’ ‘Ke’ ‘Ke’
Spewing out the rest of the fluids out of her body, Alison slowly tried to clamber up from the cold metal floor. Her right arm supporting her, she tried to use her left arm to give herself more support, but found that her left arm was still missing!
“Shit, it must’ve been just a dream, why the hell would he say he would remake my arm!”
Looking around, Alison took in her surroundings. She was barely able to see with the blinding red lights flashing, but she knew she was in a medium sized metal room around the size of two regular sized single person hotel room. Behind her was the tank she came from, with four other tanks on the left of it, reaching the end of the room. Alison noticed that all the tanks beside her were all empty, without any signs of liquids recently coming out from them.
Beside her, she saw two skeletons grabbing at each other on the floor, one was fulling in the nude, while the other you could see had casual clothes with a lab coat over it. The one skeleton on the bottom, the nude one, had its fingers over the clothed one’s neck, while the clothed one had a knife in its hand that clearly was implanted into where the nude one’s jugular would have been. Around a meter in front of her was a small metal desk with a computer and monitor on top of it.
Going further into the recess of the sometimes red but mostly dark room, was a sizeable laboratory that took up half the room with a full sized movable mirror that looked towards Alison.
Slowly but surely, Alison used the desk as a support and picked herself up. She was shivering, now that most of the liquids flowed down and away from her body, taking her body heat with it. Holding herself, she looked at the mirror and saw herself with dark hazel eyes looking back at her. Her 6 foot height almost went over the mirror, long soaked black hair fell to the middle of her back. Her thin eyebrows dripping droplets of the liquid, some droplets of liquid followed the curve of her oval face to her sharp chin. While the others went down the long path of her thin nose and sexual lips. Her small but sizeable 29 Inch B cup was covered by her finely toned right arm as she shivered. Originally covered by a thin layer of fat that stopped her abdominal muscles from showing, were now defined because she flexed from the cold. Her 43 inch long toned legs overlapped each other to share more body heat with each other and covered the position of her laser removed pubic hairs.
Turning around, she went to take off the clothes from the skeleton. With all the clothes off the skeleton, she flapped the lab coat to fling away the dust. Next she used the lab coat as a towel and wiped off the remaining liquid that covered her body. While wiping she felt a hard object stab at her. Looking at the lab coat, she found a name tag stuffed inside a small pocket where the heart would be. With the name tag out and the occasional red light, she read what was written on the name tag.
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Professor Dick Van. Johnson
Senior Overseer
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Unplucking the clamp of the name tag, she placed it on top of the desk and continued to finish wiping herself. Now done, she put on the casual clothes on, for the top, she wore a blank white T- shirt and long running pants as the bottom. Not too caring about the worn out running shoes, she slipped on the comfortable and thick grey socks that protected her feet from the insane cold of the metal floor that constantly took her body heat.
Now fully clothed, she went over to the desk and swiped at the swivel chair with the soaked lab coat. Now sat at the desk, she pressed on the power button to turn on the computer. Spurring to life while pushing away the dust that cluttered over its fans, the computer finally turned on after a few moments.
Now on, the monitor showed that it needed her to show her I.D. Placing the name tag under the barcode scanner by the side of the monitor, it unlocked itself and allowed her full access to whatever this complex was.
What Alison first did was redirect all remaining auxiliary power to the room she was currently in, ‘Senior Overseer’s Personal Laboratory’, and the reactor core. With the blinding red light gone and only the occasional reminder of 10 percent auxiliary power, comfortable yellow lights filled the personal laboratory.
Now, Alison was going through a folder called ‘Journal’ and found some interesting information.
“We finally got approval to start the regeneration project. Those damned politicians arguing that the virus will never reach here, we probably would have found a way to overcome the virus by now if it wasn’t for those damned fuckers……”
“Today I got to choose my final and last personal subject from the 5th batch. She’s one damn fine damsel if I say so myself, I think I found my new goal in life, to get her left arm to regenerate back to normal……..”
“Fuck, I was too much in a hurry and injected the regeneration cure into her that worked on other primate subjects. Now her body is set that way forever and without regenerative properties, what have I done! I’m going to make it up to you…..”
“I finally made things up for you my beautiful, you’re going to be my imperfect mistress……”
“We’ve lost control of the facility to the people immune to the virus and they have taken out the power of the nuclear reactor, I’m going to starve these fuckers to death with me……”
“I can’t die! I still need to marry my one armed lady! So I decided to wait out the immunes by eating my personal subjects!.....”
“I can still hear them roaming around the complex and I’m on my fourth and final subject, I guess I’m going to have to kill you too after this guy my precious, but on the bright side, you’re going to be one with me, forever!.....”