Posted Fri Nov 20, 2015 | 728 Words | Tagged story lab tales chav

This is a long one!

I could see at last. I didn’t know what had happened but one moment I was at my computer, and the next I heard a claxon and then a few seconds later bag over my head. After that darkness fell into unconsciousness.

I could see I was tied down to a chair, and thankfully kept my dignity by keeping my clothes on. I heard footsteps and my captors walked up to me, ripping off the piece of packing tape they had used to keep my mouth shut. I had an idea what they were after, many would be after what my work involved.

“Now Mr ‘Dragon’, I’m sure you know why you’re here. We want the Chronivac and we know the only person who could give us it”

I felt a sinking feeling. They knew about my work at the lab, coding away for long shifts on the software we were developing. We had aimed to keep it under wraps entirely, but sadly people started to find out. Some people even created websites in a way to worship the product. It felt good people wanted it, but still it was completely up to the mistress in charge what she wanted to do with it (she demands we call her mistress).

I didn’t reply. I just simply ignored the question. It would be hard to get through this, but I knew I had to persist.

A slap to the face and a lovely bit of spit at me. These thugs really weren’t the nicest of people, but nobody in this industry was. I noticed a clock in the corner of the room they had, ticking away idly. It kept me busy from ignoring their repeated taunts and attempts to get me to give in.

I looked like a nerdy kid, and to be fair I am, but I was used to this by now and it was pretty boring. Tick tock went the clock as they continued. They even resorted to tickling which was a new one.

23:59

“Are we finished yet lads?” I spoke at last, happy at last the time was ticking down to what I knew was going to happen.

They almost fell over at how little fear and pain they had managed to inflict on me in the past 7 hours they had tried to torture me.

“Mr Dragon, you will tell us where the Chronivac is”

“The one main problem you didn’t account for when you planned this was mistress finding out. For all my hard work, the mistress said I could have some play things as well”

In that moment, the painful jolt of electricity fired it’s way through my body, up my spine and down every bit of nerve in my body. It felt so good to have experienced it again. I felt my muscles burning through, burning through into my veins and then through to every little bit.

“Look at that lads, proof the Chronivac works. Now I think I need some mates to hang out with”

“Mr Dragon… What is happening?”

“Mistress’s orders. Dragon is complying with them”

Then I pulled out the gun that had been placed into my hand. God I loved these. Maybe even a little more than the Chronivac, but I was software not hardware. Still no reason why I couldn’t dabble when it looked… stunning.

I quickly zapped round and got the guys in suits. Suits were so annoying and dull to me. Thankfully the mistress knew what I liked and had sent one configured to what I wanted.

Soon the trousers started to melt in some creases, as though they were growing out. They lightened too, as if years in the sun were causing them to weather. Same with their shirts and ties. Didn’t need any of that. Their faces seemed to drop instantly as well, their brains being moved around and rewired.

The lights in their eyes slowly seemed to get back. Not entirely, I enjoyed having them dumber.

“Woods mate, we gonna get plastered or what mate?”

I think it was time for a little holiday. Everything worked as planned. I looked at the gun, it had enough left for maybe one more go. I tuned it around a little before aiming towards my own head. It was time for Woods to play with his new toys.