Adding to the usual uneasy feeling around the doc, the fear the older male could do something horrible to Sevel made Aski a nervous wreck. Steve immediately noticed that, but didn't ask why the red-head was being that tensed up all of a sudden. After all, the blonde male may talked a damn lot, but he used his brain, too. Even if it sometimes didn't really seem so.

As the days before, they spent almost all of their time in the lab, trying to figure out what 7/3 was waiting for. They were starting to note down theories, but never had any prove for even one of them. Steve basically assumed 7/3 had some sort of protecting or even parental instinct, while Aski rather thought of some sort of submission or maybe even worshipping.

This way or another, though, they couldn't do more than just sitting there and waiting for something, anything giving them a hint what exactly was going on. It seemed so... out of character for both subjects. In some odd way, that was. 7/3 was definitely much more dominant than this, while Sevel wasn't the one to intimidate. Or so Aski thought of the unconscious male. He hoped they wouldn't have to find out that Sevel really was a monster...

-*-*-*-

Impatience. Strangely enough, this calm, stable state wasn't the better way either. His body was craving for more changing, no matter in which way. This static feeling had an almost suffocating quality, which certainly wasn't nice in any way. If this is another test, then I'm really not happy with it. What is this sick doc thinking, anyways? I just want to know what the Hell is happening to me...

Rage. This wasn't just anger any longer. It was pure, unbiased rage at the treatment he received. If one could even call that a 'treatment'. Which he highly began to doubt. He wanted to control his body again, wanted to be free to do whatever he wished to do. I so swear I will kill this freaking doc as soon as I am awake again. If this damn bastard thinks this is funny, then he is damn mistaken!

Unease. Then again... if he just let his anger control him... he could even hurt the one with the soft, caring hands. Something he certainly didn't want to happen. After all, there was a good reason why he only would react in this special way towards the soft hands. Still... if the doc has done anything to this person I so swear I will kill him. And maybe... apologise to the caring person. After all, he seems to have had a hard time with me and the doc...

Certainity. There it was. This feeling the one with the soft hands would like him. And that the doc never could have such soft, caring hands. The doc was the one with those ugly, rough hands which were meant to hurt and abuse, not to protect and heal. Or even soothen in any way. As if this monster would understand anything about love... The one with the soft hands knows more than the doc can ever hope to understand.

-*-*-*-

Aski blinked as the machines changed their beeping a little. As it seemed, Sevel was a little more active than usual, which was confusing him a little. Getting up and ignoring the fact 7/3 still was crouching close to the unconscious male, Aski checked on the machines. They displayed a slightly increased heart rate, as well as blood pressure and metabolism level. The stable point seemed to have ended.

"What is going on, Aski?" The doctor's sharp tone let the assistant flinch a little. "It... seems like 11/17 is ready for the next phase." the red-head calmly stated, evading the doc's piercing look. "Good... Steve, please remove 7/3 from our subject. We have some work to do here."

Hesitantly nodding, the blonde male snatched 7/3's leash and yanked sharply on it, making the changed subject growl and only slowly obey. With a last glance back at Sevel, the active subject had gone, which left Aski alone with his superior and Sevel, who once more would undergo endless testing and the pain inflicted by the serum.

"Double dose, this time." The red-head inwardly tensed up at those words. Once more, the quantity had been risen. Which, to him, indicated the doc's mercy (if there was anything like this inside the cold male) had decreased again. Aski, as so often before, readied the exact dose, almost inhaling with a pained sound as he handed the syringe to his superior.

With an odd, calm smile, the doc bowed close to his little creation. "Still not ripe... yet so promising. You must have been aware you have the unique chance to become something superior to any human being. Are we craving for power that much, 11/17 ?" A low chuckle floated around, the syringe still waiting...

"You are a mystery to me, my dear subject. What made you come here, out of all places? Barely anyone visits the labs, much less the more secluded parts. Was this of the sort 'I want to know what's behind that door'? Surely it must have been that or something very similar indeed..." The doc had bowed close, the needle stroking along the blue veins so sharply contrasting the pale skin. Torture, it was, to just watch it...

The gloved hand stroke along Sevel's forehead, further along the still surprisingly soft cheek. "What must be going on inside you? Has insanity already taken over your life? Or are you ruling the shattered remains of your mind and soul? But you surely are aware. I know it. After all, there have been others like you. But never someone being so... perfect for this."

The doc obviously enjoyed talking about what was going on inside this man's head. Aski merely could shudder at the thought Sevel was aware of ever last bit of his surroundings. Did that mean the sleeping male knew about the...? Blushing heavily, Aski tried to focus on his clipboard and his notes. There was no use to deny anything now. When Sevel would wake up, he would know everything. Should he be relieved or panicking?

Again, his eyes locked on his superior whispering close to Sevel's ear. The syringe's needle shivered close to the male's veins, as if it was awaiting the moment it would be pressed into the pale arm. The assistant felt his insides coil, and he had a slight nauseous feeling about it. He barely could watch this sick scene...

"You should be thankful, 11/17 , that I have an assistant just for you. Who knows you a little better than me, and surely would please your eye. When you awake, you may do with this assistant whatever you want. And however you want it. I give you that much freedom, promised. And... be sure to have good control over the other subjects." God, why was the doc torturing both of them like this...?

"Ah, my dear subject... Have you a clue what wonderful weapon you will be? Almost invincible, fast, destructive and with a dominant aura noone will be able to resist. The other weapons will be pathetic compared to you, the seventh and most refined of them..." The syringe rose again, just to position and almost lovingly slowly sink into Sevel's arm, followed by the blue liquid slowly being pressed into the raven-head's circulation.

Aski almost collapsed as he saw how strongly Sevel shivered, only able to faintly imagine what pain the defenseless male had to be in. Biting his lower lip, the assistant tried to suppress the urge to make any protesting sound, just to express how much all of this was making him sick. But no... there was no way to defy the doc without having to feel the consequences...