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Put Me Into Right, Chapter 1

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  I opened my eyes.

  How the hell did I do that? Last I checked, I was lying in a puddle of blood in my bathroom. I wasn’t supposed to be fucking able to open my eyes.

  …Shit. This must be hell. Is it hell? Yeah, the heat is annoying, the darkness surrounds me, but it doesn’t really look… hellish. I furrowed eyebrows, trying to get my eyes to adjust with the weak light that came in from a window, placed high, right below the ceiling. It was nighttime, but I didn’t see any stars outside, only the pale moon, which at the moment looked like it was carefully sliced at half.

  Except the window, I couldn’t distinguish anything else. I wasn’t lying in a bed, the surface beneath me seemed cold and smooth, like metal. I concluded I must be lying on a table.

  Okay. Okay, Vic. Concentrate. Connect the dots. What’s going on, goddammit? It was time for me to get up and explore the place.

  I cautiously sat up and slowly slipped my right foot down to the ground, unsure if I can walk. The table was higher than I expected, my toes were barely touching the floor. After letting my other foot down too, I jumped and landed on solid cement, slightly twisting my ankle. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I ignored the pain. It could wait.

  Alright… Now, when I could see more clearly, I noticed I had been lying on some kind of a metal operating table, which creepily shined under the moonlight. It made me shudder. What was I doing here? What was this place? It definitely didn’t look like a hospital… Now a bit frightened, I continued exploring the room. A door. A chair. A smaller table, placed there so the doctors, or whatever, could put their scalpels and stuff on it. An old radio, set on a small cupboard in the corner. A sink. A strange machine… I couldn’t quite tell what it did, but it looked impressing with all its wires and… things. I didn’t dare to touch it, afraid I might accidentally turn it on.

  That was pretty much all. There was no carpet. There was nothing hung on the walls. There were no sofas. No TV. Well, that’s what I call boring.

  After taking a good look at the room, I decided it’s time to observe my own body too. I looked down to find out all my clothes were missing, but yeah, I guess I had figured this out already, without having to check. The first thing my instinct hinted me to do was to check out my wrists, expecting to find the deep cuts I had made, myself. All I saw was stitches, not very new and carelessly made, as if the doctor, who took care of my wounds, didn’t give a shit if it was going to hurt and leave scars later. I looked away, disgusted by my disfigured skin. I could only blame myself, though, it was all my fault. Now, when I thought of it, it was stupid, damn stupid, but it was too late for self-pity and regrets. What had been done, had been done.

  I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to try the door… What if the lunatics, who had taken me here (I don’t know why I decided they must be lunatics, it just seemed this way) were outside? Nope, nope, I couldn’t risk, not yet. I was still feeling weak and dizzy, so if someone attacked me, I wouldn’t be able to fight back. Instead of going out, I decided to sit down on the chair and wait until my head stops spinning. I tried to remember the last thing I saw or felt before waking up here, and it seemed to be passing out on the bathroom floor. Maybe someone had found me and brought me here. But who cared enough about me to do this, anyway? I was useless. Totally useless. Suddenly the huge wave of self-hatred I had been fighting with for months overwhelmed me again, drowning me in depressing thoughts. I had to slap myself to go back to reality and concentrate. Wrong timing. It wasn’t the best moment to just sit there and feel sorry for myself. I had to do something.

  …But before I could, the doorknob moved a bit. My eyes widened unconsciously. I almost called out to ask who’s there, but I stopped myself, realizing that whoever that was could be hostile. Almost without breathing, I watched the door open. The light that filled the room blinded me for a moment and I narrowed eyes against it to see a figure of a short man come in. My first reaction was to cover my eyes, protecting myself from the bright light, but then I remembered I’m still not wearing any clothes, and ended up covering… well, something else. I stumbled to my feet and stepped away, keeping myself at a safe distance.

  The man just stood there, staring in my direction.

  “Who are you?”, I tried to yell, but my voice sounded quiet, raspy and unsteady, as if I hadn’t used it for a really long time. I coughed and tried again. “What do you want? Hey! Hey, answer me! What am I doing here?”

  He watched me for a few more seconds, and then murmured, more to himself than to me:

  “…It worked. Oh God. It worked.

  I blinked, confused.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  The man took a few steps towards me and now, when he was closer, I could finally see him clearly. He had long black hair, a bit messy on the right side, as if he had fallen asleep on his desk or something. His face was handsome, with his big blue eyes, slightly pointed nose and pale skin. I looked down at my scarred, tanned body and felt ugly, I just wanted to go somewhere and hide, but considering the poor furniture, that was impossible.

  The handsome guy stood before me, reached out and touched the side of my neck. Startled, I flinched back, but he gripped me by the shoulder with his other hand and pulled me back in. His fingers slipped across my neck once more and I realized what he was doing – he was checking my pulse. His cold fingers sent shivers down my muscles and I shuddered, not sure if the feeling was bad or pleasant. One thing was for sure, though, I was scared, and I wanted the creepy weird man to go away.

  “Show me your wrists.”, he ordered.

  “My… What?”

  “Your wrists.”, he patiently repeated, but I sensed a certain excitement in his voice. “Let me see them.”

  “No!”, I shook head and tried to step back again.

  The guy roughly gripped me by the arm and twisted it lightly, looking at my wrist and ignoring my objections. His fingertips traced the scar surprisingly gently, as he observed it closely, his touch now seemed almost caring, like an artist, proudly admiring his masterpiece.

  “It worked.”, he repeated quietly, a small smile danced upon his lips. “I did it.”

  “You did what?”, I frowned. I didn’t like this smile of his… there was something really wrong… “What have you done to me, you sick fuck?”

  I struggled again, and this time he let me go. I quickly stood behind the chair, making sure it covers as much of my naked body as possible, and at the same time it serves me as a barrier between me and my bizarre attacker. When I looked up at him, his expression had changed, he looked almost sad.

  “Please, don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you…”, he said softly. “I’m sorry for my weird behavior, I just had to check something, I’m sorry… I… um, I know this is a strange moment for introducing myself, but my name is Kellin, Kellin Quinn Bostwick.”

  He held out a hand for a handshake. I threw a suspicious look at it, then up at that Bostwick guy. Could I trust him?

  “…I’m Victor. Vic.”, I only said, deciding it would be better if he doesn’t know my surname. I cautiously took his hand in mine and shook it.

  “What am I doing here?”, I repeated my question from earlier, looking into his eyes.

  Kellin didn’t answer, he just let my hand go and headed to the door.

  “…I think I need to bring you some clothes.”, he explained. “Wait for me here, okay?”

  “Yeah, in fact, that was going to be my next question, why am I naked?”, I knitted eyebrows, watching him walk out.

  He stopped at the door and mumbled something I couldn’t quite here, and then disappeared outside.

  Dammit. I wasn’t absolutely sure, but the last thing he said sounded like ‘Because I took your body from the morgue.’ I was mishearing things again. Maybe it was from the shock and all…

  The freaky guy Kellin returned after a few minutes. He stopped at the door once again, giving me a long hesitant look, then he stepped in and put the clothes he was carrying on the operating table. His eyes were thirstily slipping across me, making me feel a bit embarrassed; blood rushed into my face, turning it bright red. Why was he looking me like this…? Like I was an interesting creature he had just discovered, or a peculiar machine he had just invented? He just stood near the table for awhile, silent.

  “…I guess I should leave you alone to get dressed, and, um, yeah.”, he gave me a small, nervous smile. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Please, once you’re done come and find me, I need to talk to you. I have to explain some things. You can’t miss the place, it smells of burnt food, since I’m not such a good cook, and of coffee, of course. Do you like coffee?”

  I nodded, though the question surprised me. “Yeah… I would really appreciate it if I get one now.”

  He took the clothes again and his hands started uneasily playing with them. For some reason, he seemed to be just as scared of me as I was of him. I couldn’t hurt him in any way, but I decided not to tell him this just yet. His fear was useful for me, it would at least keep him away from me for awhile.

  “Sure, I’ll make some for you, how do you drink it? Black?”

  “Doesn’t matter.”, I shrugged. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this, but the situation was just getting weirder and weirder.

  “Alright… See you later, then.” Kellin headed to the door, but then remembered he was still holding the clothes. “Oh, um, right, sorry.” He gave me an apologetic smile and left them back on the table, then quickly left the room, this time closing the door after him. I shook head. What a weirdo.

  I waited for a few minutes, to make sure he won’t come back, then clumsily stumbled to the table and started putting the clothes on. My fingers were still numb and the headache wouldn’t go away, but otherwise I felt almost fine. Thank God, everything Kellin left me was my size, even the socks and the shoes. They weren’t mine, though, so he must’ve bought them specially for me. I wondered why he did this, and then remembered he mentioned a kitchen. Kitchen? Was I in his house? And if yes, why?

  I slipped the jeans on, and now fully dressed, I unsteadily headed out of the dark room.

  I found myself in a dusk corridor. A few doors were leading to different parts of the house, and a bigger one was obviously the exit. I felt tempted to just leave, now, while I still could, but my curiosity was stronger than my reason, so I did what Kellin had told me – I followed the smell of food (not burnt, though, it actually smelled nice) and it led me to a small cozy room. The mysterious man was standing near the coffee-maker and waiting for our drinks to be ready. When he felt my presence, he looked up and smiled a bit.

  “Hey. Feeling better?”

  “I guess…”, I attempted a shy smile back. Even though I wasn’t naked anymore, I felt somehow… exposed, as if he could read my thoughts straight through my skull. My hands unconsciously pulled down the long sleeves of the hoodie he had given me, hiding the scars on my wrists completely. “…Can I sit?”

  “Sure, be my guest.”, he motioned to a chair. “Are you feeling tired? Dizzy? Sick? Can you see well? Does your chest hurt?”

  “I don’t think so. I’m just hungry and my head hurts a bit.”, I shrugged, sitting down.

  Kellin raised eyebrows, as if he didn’t expect this answer, a wide, excited grin appeared on his face.

  “Hungry! Hungry? Really? You sure?”

  I blinked, not understanding his reaction.

  “Yeah, yeah, of course I’m sure. How couldn’t I be sure I’m hungry?”

  He wasn’t listening to me, it seemed.

  “Oh, God, this is like Christmas, New Year’s Eve and my birthday, all at once! He wants to eat! I can’t believe it fucking worked…”, he coughed, realizing he’s starting to sound seriously insane. “Ahem, um. What do you want to eat? Whatever you want, I will get it for you, just tell me.”

  “Um… I guess a sandwich works…?”, I pulled my chair back, as far from him as possible, a bit scared of his weird behavior. “I don’t know, man, whatever you’ve got.”

  “Let me check.”, still excited, Kellin winked and opened the fridge. “I have some cereal… Do you want cereal?”

  “I… think so…?”, I smiled hesitantly. “Sure.”

  “Awesome!” He took the milk out of the fridge and mixed it with some cereal in a bowl. “Heeere ya go.”

  He put it in front of me along with a spoon. I took it in my slightly shaking hand and poked the food. It seemed just fine. Definitely not poisonous or something, but I was still cautious. At the moment I expected everything from this freak.

  “Thanks.”, I murmured and tried it. Yup. Just normal cereal. The milk was fine too. Suddenly, with the first spoonful, I realized how starving I was, my stomach felt empty and hollow, and after I swallowed the first bite, it made a loud sound. “…Uh, I’m sorry…”

  “It’s okay, don’t be.”, Kellin sat across me and stared at me. His look was making me feel uncomfortable. Trying to ignore it, I kept eating, in as civilized way as possible, doing my best not to stuff all of my breakfast in my mouth at once. However, the guy kept watching me curiously, and his gaze had started to irritate me.

  “…Haven’t you seen a man eat before?”, I finally spoke, leaving the spoon in the bowl.

  “What?”, he furrowed eyebrows, then realized what I meant. “Oh! Oh, right, I’m so sorry, I just… yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I apologize…” He looked away, soft blush slipping across his cheeks. “Do you still feel alright? Do you think you’re able to digest the food? Is it making you feel sick? Do you have some kind of a… heavy feeling in your stomach?”

  “No… Do I have to?”, I tilted head.

  “Not necessary… This is wonderful. Hah.”, he shook head, smiling again. “Unbelievable. I never thought be able to… whatever. If you don’t mind, after you’re done with this…”, he nodded at the bowl, “…I must run some tests on you. You know. To check your memory, things like that.”

  “I don’t know.”, I emphasized, finishing the cereal and putting it aside. “What’s with all the secrets and shit?” I shook head. “Tests? What are you, some kind of a doctor?”

  “I prefer scientist.”, he looked down at the table, his fingernails tracing a crack in the wood. “…Y’know, if you’re done with eating, we can start now with a small test to check your memory. Are you okay with that?”

  I sighed helplessly. “Yeah, sure. Do I have a choice anyway?... Okay, go ahead. Run your test, doctor. But then we’ll talk. I want to know what’s going on.”

  “Of course, I will explain everything once I make sure you’re okay.”, Kellin nodded. “Now. Let’s start… Can you tell me your full name? Do you remember it?”

  I bit my lower lip. I was supposed not to remember my full name? Jeez, something horrible must’ve happened…

  “Victor Vincent Fuentes.”, I replied and looked into his eyes, to see if my answer satisfied him. He nodded, confirming it.

  “Age?”

  “T… thirty? Yeah. Turned thirty last month.”

  He tilted head curiously at the last thing, and for a moment I felt worried I said something wrong.

  “…What’s your date of birth?”, he asked after a minute of silence.

  “Tenth of February, 1983…?”, I kept watching him, wondering why he keeps asking me these questions. He obviously expected me not to remember the answers. Why?

  “Where do you live?”

  “Um, San Diego, California.”

  “Do you have a girlfriend?”

  I blushed slightly. “…No.”

  “What do you do for a living?”

  “I’m a graphic designer, trying to be a singer and a songwriter too, but I think I pretty much fail at that.”

  “Family?”

  “My parents, and my brother, Michael. I have a few cousins too.”

  “Good. You’re doing great so far.”, Kellin smiled at me. “Now, let’s start with the more difficult ones. Okay?”

  I shrugged. “Shoot.”

  “Alright… What’s the last thing you remember?”

  Shit. I really hoped we wouldn’t have to come to this. I supposed he already knew about… what I had done… but I definitely didn’t want to talk about it…

  “Can we not discuss that now?”, I asked hopefully.

  “No, this is important. Please… answer.”

  I let out a deep sigh. Well, if I had to…

  “…Last thing I remember is… blood. A lot of blood.”, I looked away, speaking quietly. “My blood. Spilling from my veins.”

  Dammit, why did it have to make me go back to this? Thinking of it was only causing me more pain, and talking about it – even more.

  “Go on.”, Kellin tried to smile reassuringly.

  “I… was lying on the bathroom floor, both my wrists slit with a razorblade. I… I regretted it, I really did, but it was too late, and I thought I was going to die. Then I must’ve passed out, and, I don’t know… I had to be dead. Why aren’t I dead?”

  The weird “doctor” bit his lips, thinking for awhile.

  “Good news is,” he started slowly, avoiding my question, “that your memory is in a great condition, better than I ever hoped. I never thought… Gosh, this is almost inspiring. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but hell, I feel so proud of myself.”

  “Proud of yourself? Why, what have you done?”

  His eyes were open wide and sparkling in enthusiasm.

  “I, my dear Victor, am the first man, managed to bring a dead person back to life.”, he grinned.

  “…Huh…?”, I raised an eyebrow, now seriously staring to believe that this guy is totally nuts. “Well, good for you, I still don’t see what this has to do with me, though, so, um… It was nice to talk to you, but now I’ll go look for the answers of my questions somewhere else…”

  I was about to stand up, but Kellin grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back down.

  “No, don’t go!”, he yelled, sounding kind of desperate, and then, realizing he’s just scaring me, added softly: “Please. Stay. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

  I hesitated. All my instincts were screaming at me that I had to get out of there, I had to run away from this insane man, but something made me stop. Probably my damn curiosity again.

  “Okay, let’s start with this: what the hell happened, and what am I doing here?”

  Kellin let my arm go and fixed my sleeve gently. For awhile he didn’t say anything and I just decided that I should leave after all, when he spoke up:

  “It was you, Victor.”

  “It was me? What are you talking about?”, I pulled the chair back and sat down once more.

  “My experiment. It was you. I successfully turned a corpse, which had been lying in the morgue for three months, into a living human being.”

  I knitted eyebrows.

  “You’re saying I was dead? Are you fucking out of your mind?!”

  “I’m sorry.”, Kellin’s big blue eyes were watching me with sympathy. “I’m sorry I had to tell you this way. I would lie to you, but I don’t see why, you’d have to eventually find out anyway.”

  I shook my head. Mad, mad, this guy was as mad as a hatter, he was fucking insane, he was sick, and I should have run while I still could.

  “This is madness.”, I murmured, more to myself than to him. “Fucking madness.”, I pointed at him, quickly stumbling to my feet again, “And you’re totally crazy.”

  He sighed with a sad smile.

  “No, Victor… Vic… I know it’s hard for you to believe, and in fact, I’m not asking you to, but I’m telling you the truth. If I was doctor Frankenstein… then you would be my monster.”

END OF CHAPTER 1.
So, I just randomly started writing this... I don't even know. It's inspired by this song: [link]

It's not gonna be a very long story, but be prepared for a lot of drama. Yup, because I have a flair for the dramatic ;D
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NAKED VIC AND ADORABLY ODD KELLIN, YAY. XD