Chapter 41: CHPT 41: Changed
"AHH!" He shot up from his bed startled and unaware of his surroundings. His sheets were soggy along with his pillow like he'd been sweating the whole time he was asleep. His feet hung off the small twin size infirmary bed which had never happened to him before. "Did I grow?" He whispered to himself.
He was in a white room with a Phoenix insignia on the wall in front of him, curtains divided the beds that lined the wall into small cubicles for privacy— it didn't do much since Claude could practically see through them.
BOOM!....BOOM!...BOOM!
"AH!" Claude jolted in his bed as his eardrums were assaulted by what sounded like explosions, they came in rhythmic sequence to the left of him. His head swiveled in the direction of the noise, he realized he was looking straight at a iv drip.
"What the fuck?" Claude said. He watched the clear liquid in the bag drip into the tube and flinched every time the booming sound of water dripping hit his newly sensitive ears. It seemed to get louder as he focused more intensely on it until he finally lashed out in aggravated anger.
"RAGH!"
Crash!
He swatted at the metal stand that held the iv drip and it broke and fell onto the floor in an instant, the water slowly leaked out of the clear bag. Even though he got rid of the sound, he didn't feel any better. Instead he felt himself getting angrier, slowly a weird sensation spread through his body and turned into intense spasms of pain.
"Err....mmmmrrrgggrr!"
His bones began to ache and his skin burned. He curled into a ball on his bed as new confusing sounds hit his ears like he was in a large crowd instead of an empty infirmary.
In between the loud jumbled noises, he could hear one above the rest, a soft female voice.
"He's been asleep for 2 whole weeks! And let's not talk about how hard it was to get the iv into his arm...or his random growth spurt. Also how was his temperature that high for that long?"
The female voice continued to get louder along with the clang of footsteps. She was heading towards Claude from somewhere in the building.
The throbbing in his head increased and his bones screamed in pain. Right when he thought he was about to lose his mind a deep male voice with an English accent began to speak.
"[Relax, don't think about who I am or what you hear. Just listen to my voice, focus on me and breathe.]"
He did as the voice said and slowly the other sounds faded and he no longer felt like he was going to burst from his skin. He sat up now sweating and breathing heavily.
"[Good. Very good.]" the deep English voice said.
The curtains suddenly slid open and a male and female doctor stood in front of him. The man was fairly tall at 6'2 and had dark skin with greying black hair. He wore a long white coat and black pants. The female doctor had on a matching outfit with silky brown hair pulled tightly into a bun that matched the color of her tanned skin.
"H-hello...uhh...Claude Grey, I'm Dr. Jean and this is Dr. Hassan. You've been asleep for quite some time so why don't you tell us how you feel?" The female doctor asked.
"I feel fine. Where are my clothes?" Claude asked suddenly feeling stir crazy.
The doctors looked between eachother sheepishly before Dr. Jean spoke, "how about we get to that a little later? For now i think you should stay for an extra day or so to see if your condition worsens."
"That won't be necessary, like I said; I feel fine."
"Listen, I heard you endured a bit of a traumatic event and you probably want to get back to your parents or family but you can't leave yet anyway. Someone needs to speak with you later." Dr. Jean said.
She suddenly felt very in danger while looking at the student. From the day he first was brought here to now, she documented his growth from a skinny and battered boy to what he was now. In the small span of two weeks he grew into a rugged looking young man with a body made for battle, it was truly remarkable but she heard two other students here also had a drastic change in the last week or so, Claude seemed to be asleep the longest.
She looked at him with confusion as his head hung low and his incredibly athletic and muscular upper body tensed suddenly. The muscles and veins in his arms bulged from gripping the side of his bed where he sat to face them. She heard a ripping noise and saw that his fingers punctured the bed like it was tissue.
Claude swam in the murky and toxic emotions of pain and sorrow at the doctors mention of family and parents. It stung to hear her say it so casually and made him want to shut her up permanently. His jaw ached and hot saliva pooled in his mouth.
"[Calm down, now. Remember what I said? Just breathe, your unstable right now and having thoughts like the ones your having right now will end badly for you.]" The voice said.
He snapped out of his murderous daze and decided to listen to the voice. He took deep and purposeful breathes, in the nose and out the mouth. He felt his pulse slow and pulled his fingers out of the bed.
"Uhm...erhm....I need to check your v-vitals." Dr. Jean said shakily.
Claude took a final deep breath and held his hand out so she could check his pulse. She stepped closer to him to grab his wrist. He was suddenly hit with a wonderful smell that radiated off the woman in thick waves. He watched her check his pulse, her forehead was slick with sweat and her hands shook lightly. The smell was sweet and lively, it seemed to rub off on Claude as the smell continued to fill his nostrils...he felt, alive.
"Y-your pulse just quickened....a-are you alright?" She asked shakily while looking from his wrist to his face.
The question snapped him out of it, "yes, I'm fine."
Dr. Jean finished up by checking his temperature and eyes. She then mentioned there was clothes for him in a drawer beneath his bed and that he should walk around but not leave.
He got up and pulled out the drawer beneath his bed. Inside was a black v-neck and a pair of brown jeans with matching sandals. He began to switch into them when the voice randomly spoke.
"[We can't stay here.]"
Claude stopped with his shirt halfway on and said, "what do you mean we? Wait y-"
"[Yes I'm inside your head— we'll talk about it later, but you need to leave now. Your in danger.]"
"What do you mean danger?" Claude asked.
"[Someone has accused you of something and now a member of the Detection Corps is here to question.....interrogate you, at the moment your too unstable. So, for our own safety we have to leave.]"
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The Detection Corps was created a few decades ago when serial killers started having rebirths with classes made to assist them in killing civilians. The Detection Corps is made up of individuals with specialized classes made to solve crimes and track down serial killers, think of it as detective systems. They use their classes to seek out the truth and enforce justice among humans. Their morality is known to be swayed by large sums of money.
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"H-how do you know that?" Claude asked warily after hearing the voice tell him such important information.
"[I heard it while you were asleep.]"
Claude blinked twice in silence as he thought about what the voice said.
"[So when I said you're suspected of some sort of crime and the Detection Corps are after you, did I stutter? We have to leave. Gather your things...get a move on!]" The English accented voice said.
"Right, sorry." Claude said while grabbing his backpack that sat on the floor near his bed alongside his extremely damaged sword. "I fucking hate this thing." He thought as he picked up the sword and slid it in the space between his back and backpack.
Right when he was about to head out of the Infirmary, he heard silent footsteps heading towards him at a brisk pace, the individual was walking with purpose. His nostrils flared as he smelled leather and cleaning chemicals.
"That's him isn't it, the detective?" Claude asked the mysterious voice in his head.
"[Yes.]"
Claude suddenly felt trapped as he backed away from the exit. He turned back towards his bed and thought of where to hide.
"This small ass cubicle doesn't have any hiding spots!" He whispered.
"[Window.]"
He turned away from the bed to the window at the end of the room, "you've gotta be joking."
He heard the footsteps getting closer and raced to the window. He slid it up and put his head out, "Shit."
He was at least 100ft up in the castle-like building. The stone bricks jutted out at random places on the wall like a series of crude makeshift step downs. He stepped out the window and began using the stone bricks as hand and foot holds to get to the ground.
The cool evening air carried a myriad of smells, some he knew and others he didn't. About 10ft above the ground he decided to speed up the process and just dropped to the ground. He brushed off his pants and stepped out of the bushes the lined the walls, he soon realized he was at a side exit of the University.
His body went rigid as he smelled something he couldn't explain. All he knew was it put him on high alert, like the smell was baked into his very DNA as a threat.
"[You smell that don't you?]"
"Yes, what the hell is it?"
"[Theres two individuals nearby— they're different, changed, like you.]"
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