Planetes
2. j. The Ancient Research Laboratory

Darkened. Chilly. Be ill. Horrifically. The four things that Elliot felt when he was in an isolation room that was touted as an extra terrestrial behavioral research room. Although the word dark does not correspond to the conditions of the room is brightly lit, but in fact the twin Elliot ain covered with black cloth.

His hands and feet were shackled at all times, preventing him from rebelling as the experiment progressed. Desperate, sad, angry, and feeling betrayed by the earthlings he protects. Now, he ended up in this prison-like room.

However, Elliot was a little grateful because the room he was locked in was not a white room prison. But still he was confused, how to escape from here?

As Elliot sank into his daydream, the dim-witted caught the sound of the door being opened and the sound of people going inside. Elliot has a cautious attitude. Although the movement is limited, he must remain aware of the surrounding conditions.

(Well, well, it's very tense. This would be a hindrance later,) the voice that Elliot recognized spoke, making the clink intercept his teeth and snap.

"FERDINAND, GET ME OUT! HOW DARE YOU DECEIVE ME AND COMMIT ALL THESE CRUEL ACTS ON ME!" it felt like hitting the man's face, but both powers were shackled by chains.

(Yes, oya, isn't that because you're too stupid? Because trusting strangers around you is that easy?)

"KAU—"

Not yet had Elliot to continue his speech, he was again drugged. His tall body sprawled back on the patient bed and Ferdinand gestured at the people behind him to take Elliot to the experimental room.

The dazzling lights were lit, leaving Elliot who had just regained his senses shocked. Both his legs and hands were shackled, so that the bentala could not resist.

In the next instant, needles similar to injections slammed into his body mercilessly. Siphoning off the blood from Neptune's embodiment until several pockets of blood filled.

"YAHOOOAGGHHH!!"

Screams of pain filled the room. Countless pain, soreness, and pain were felt all over his body. Although this was not the first time he had been injured, it was the first time he had been hit by a needle that sucked blood directly.

These guys are fucking crazy! That's what Elliot thought. There was no laughter acting out Elliot's screams, but Elliot could see their disgusting smile— which Elliot later came to know as Dark Scientist.

Not enough with that, they dissected Elliot's body and examined it directly. Make the embodiment of Neptune lose consciousness after the wound is re-sewn.

After all the research procedures were completed, Elliot was returned to the isolation room. But, this time not shackled because they believe Elliot will not be able to escape or just use his strength with such a weak condition.

Upon waking from his stupor, Elliot shivered and hugged himself. An overwhelming fear ambushed him. Earthlings in this place are crazy!

His body felt sick and sick. Even the stitching marks of his wounds could be seen clearly.

"Based on the barbarians.." he sisnya slowly.

He then sat down to bend his knees and drowned his face between his knees. Thinking, how can he escape from this terrible prison.

Elliot is not someone who likes to fight, let alone hurt living things. But, humans here—

Wait, he remembered one thing. The White Death cursed him, right? What's the curse, huh?

When thinking so, suddenly Elliot's body ached all and made him move irregularly on the bed. It was very noisy because the bed was shifted from the beginning.

As all the pain subsided, Elliot saw his body turn transparent.

"What.." he looks for a surface that can reflect itself, but nil. The mirror cannot reflect its shadow.

[How did this happen? Is it because of the creature's curse?] Elliot is back.

He touched the wall with his hand and it turned translucent. Elliot thought, what is he currently turning into an ectoplasm?

Without wasting any more time, Elliot immediately broke down those thick walls and fled. Worrying about the effects of the curse is only temporary and in some time will make itself manifest again.

The sound of an alarm sign that the prisoner had run echoed throughout the facility. Ferdinand and his men were excited and looked for the source of the sound. Then one of them told him that Elliot was no longer in the isolation room.

Elliot himself finally made it out of the facility, and with great difficulty he flew. As long as he can stay away, it's okay. As long as he can....

Elliot finds himself in a large white room with full medical equipment. The light blue haired man with the strange tattoo on his left arm was rolling a bandage in the corner of the room. Wait, the corner of the room is there a kitchen too?

"Who are you?" a little wary of the figure that brought him to this place.

{Oh, have you realized, Neptune?} the young man mentions the bentala's true identity, causing Elliot to widen his eyes. {Not to be surprised so, you should know who I am, right?} the figure was wearing his shirt, covering the tattoo on his arm.

This aura. Don't-don't....

"You're OTS 44?" terkanya doubt.

In his heart, he was confused. How could this mother-murderer find and save her?

{Here I hope you call me Laurens, Elliot Le Verrier.}

Oh, my God, even that exoplanet exemplifier knows his human name. Elliot nodded his head obediently.

{The laboratory where you were held and held has been smashed to pieces,} OTS 44—or let's call it Laurens' human name, start telling stories. {Before you ask, I'll explain why.}

It seemed that Laurens did not let her story be interrupted, so Elliot could only nod his head and listen.

{The laboratory is associated with an underground organization. They are said to be investigating black magic mixed with knowledge. We as celestial beings were in their research records, then they began to hunt creatures like us.} Laurens slipped a piece of candy into her mouth and started sucking it slowly. {Your mother told me to come here to destroy mayapada, but who would have thought I even met you who were in such a miserable condition as a bird lost wings.}

A mocking tone ejected from the planet's roar of extra solar, making Elliot stare at Laurens. But Laurens ignored him and continued.

{The bottom line is, I saved you because Mentari doesn't want you to end quickly. Then those guys.. I'm sure they will definitely not give up on getting you back.} there is a pause created between them before Laurens continues the conversation. {But, that facility they destroyed first to cover the trail. So that if you report to the authorities, it will be in vain. Because they play clean.}

There was the sound of a table being violently kicked in the room. Elliot released his emotions and hit the table next to him.

"Dam. Damn it.." slowly grumbled.

{You better save that power, Elliot. Your injuries are still not recovered right, right? Moreover, it is very difficult to stop your blood from constantly seeping from your wounds. Just trouble.} Laurens said as if he was troubled by Elliot's condition.

"Sorry, you're in trouble because of me."

{Do not feel guilty, Elliot. Besides I helped you because you are the son of Mentari.} sounding ranum owned by Laurens passed the exhalation. {If not, how would I help you like this. There you have, I have eaten.}

"Umm, Monsieur Laurens," Elliot hesitated to say. "...Merci beaucoup."

{De rien,} said Laurens indifferently. {Already, you rest first. Recovering wounds. You will only hinder me if you continue to lie like a sick nursing person.}

After saying so, Laurens came out of the treatment room. He wanted to find alcohol to calm his mind.

In his bed, Elliot was still wondering in his mind. What organization actually caught him? Why are they obsessed? Even removing the traces, is really suspicious.

While outside, Laurens threw the vodka bottle until it broke into pieces. His mouth was spouting a rude and unworthy of hearing.

{That throws.... Don't expect to escape from me! How dare despicable earthlings do that to celestial beings. I can't forgive!}

I don't know what Laurens would do, which he obviously wouldn't let them hide. Because they've disturbed what they shouldn't have done.

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