objectified | [EcM] November - Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it. -Henry David Thoreau

Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.
-Henry David Thoreau

He'd volunteered, walked right in the door after he'd gotten the visit from the guy who turned his watch to gold. "I could've gotten a gold watch... now this one's ruined." The guy had laughed at him with the kind of laugh that echoed in the back of his head even after it was all over. Now he was the subject of all their random tests.

"Pick up the wire."

"Which one?"

"Either... doesn't matter."

Bastian knew that there was a good chance both of them had current running through them, and that it'd either sting like a bitch or nothing would happen at all. Tempting fate was easy... living with the outcome was what he hated the most. His hand reached for the one on the left, and a second before his fingers touched the live wire the entire building went into black out.

"That's interesting."

"Ain't it though."

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They'd given him guidelines, things he was allowed to do during those first few months, and even then his access to the site was limited. Volunteering had given him some leniency and he wasn't kept in cages like some of the others. The tests he had allowed to continue, and that bought him forgiveness for when he did step over the lines.

Don't talk to others.
Don't discuss the testing with others.
Don't discuss your ability with others.
Don't try to leave without permission, you're case will be assessed weekly.

He was a human test subject with a gag order about exactly what he was, and over time it got to him. Little by little the fact that the saying no man is an island unto himself was starting to ring a bit too true to him.

Then there was the smile, curved with wicked splendor as the blonde hair bounced off her shoulders. It caused him to stop for a second as she passed by his window, fingernails tapping against the glass and something more shining in her shadow. In the months he'd been there he'd never seen anyone else roaming freely, and even still... never anyone that looked him in the eye. He wasn't supposed to be seen... not heard or spoken to. Just another test subject.

'Just another test,' he thought to himself as he walked out of his room and down the hall to follow the blonde. 'They wouldn't be able to stop me anyway,' his conscious told him as he reached the door to the outside. It should have been locked... but the odds were always in his favor. Unlocked on the other side stood Bob Bishop.

"You know we've been waiting two weeks for you to walk out."

"Didn't have a reason to before I guess..." Sebastian replied honestly as he winked at the blonde that had captured his attention.