Subject CC-3

Hours had past and the specimen had calmed down, the boiling motion stopped. No more sound emanated within the room. That was until it began to notice the multiple foul auras surrounding the exterior of the room it was in.

There were hundreds of people viewing in the inside of the room. It could feel the walls 'opening' up outside of the containment unit. Revealing observation ports for the scientists to oversee what was going on inside.

Down the hall the specimen could see a bright violet aura coming this way, escorted by two foul looking auras at either side of it.

It didn't really know what these auras meant, but each time it saw the foul colored ones, the specimen became uncomfortable. However with just a singular appearance of a bright aura, it remained partially tame.

The door to the twenty-four meter room opened, sliding to the side into the socket in the wall.

A young girl around the age of fourteen, Japanese-American descent, was shoved into the room. She had black-blue raven hair cut down to a simple inch length without layers. She had one dark green eye and one dark coal blue eye which appeared to be more of an off-black.

She had a round chin and a pale peach complexion. She didn't look healthy. She only wore a standard grey hospital grown and lacked any real self-expression in her stance.

Her eyes scanned the room, there was little thought in her observation. She like the specimen wasn't educated. She didn't know why she was here, other than that she needed to follow orders or there would be pain as a result of failure.

She only knew that if she appeased those who fed her, despite how little they actually fed her, she would live. She found herself poked and prodded by shock sticks as she was forced into the room. She barely made a sound and only stumbled forward, she had been long since capable of halting her tears. Her eyes were dry, bloodshot. Her pale skin-tone lips were chapped.

Even though the specimen couldn't see it, the girl had barcodes printed on either one of her shoulders for identification purposes. It was none other than CC-3, the CC standing for Cloned Civilian Template 3.

Unlike its aggressive actions earlier when Rem had entered the room, the specimen seemed quiet and unaffected by its presence. Much like to how it was when only males were present and no women.

"Step forward, CC-3." A voice boomed from the PA system above her head.

Shuttering out the sudden voice, the pattering of her bare feet on the sterilized floors caught the attention of SR-33 who in a sense ignored the voice.

The containment unit would lift up into the ceiling, essentially releasing the creature from its smaller habitat and into the lab in which its unit was located.

The girl froze seeing that the specimen was being released. Yet couldn't understand why an inanimate object was being held in a transparent cage. She didn't know how to speak coherent sentences and gave a light hum to calm her nerves.

She slowly moved onto her knees as her legs felt weak and cautiously remained on all fours on the ground.

"Move closer to the material in the center of the room." The Richmond would order over the private announcement system.

She would begin moving towards it on all fours, shivering at the feeling of the cold floor against her skin. When she met up with the material, she remained there in her crawling position before looking up towards the scientists who were watching.

"Now lay down." Richmond ordered once more, and CC-3 complied by rolling onto her back and sprawling herself out as comfortably as possible. It was the way she was taught to lay down, whether on her back or on her stomach, an anatomic position. "Good, good… Now wait."

Laying there, she slowly turned her head towards the shiny material in the center of the room, only inches from her hand. Her eyes widened as she watched it move ever so slightly. "Uh…Eh?"

The girl was only four foot eleven inches. She stared at the object as it pressed itself out on the floor in a similar fashion to herself. Her eyes widened even more, as far as they could, as it measured to five foot eleven inches. It was an entire foot longer than herself, when it had originally only been about the size of a standard apple pie.

"Quite Riveting…" Richmond observed, many of his compatriates remaining silent as the experiment went on.

CC-3's lower lip began to quiver as she watched the navy blue mass raise above her like an ocean wave. It looked as if it was ready to crash down on her. At last minute, she went to let out a scream, only for it to completely encompass her, every inch.

As if covered by a paper thin laminate, the scientists would watch as the form of the young girl was threshing beneath it and silently screaming. Yet this went on for over an hour and the girl wasn't dead nor absorbed. It just remained laminated by the creature.

About an hour and a half into being covered by SR-33, CC-3 stopped moving in a panicking manner. She slowly sat up, still covered by the specimen. "Hmm?" She slowly stood up looking at her hands, even though she couldn't see through the specimen which covered her.

The gown had been eaten away, the ink in her skin removed. She found herself suddenly feeling better, her scars and damages removed. CC-3 was no longer malnourished.

"Food? Prey? Protect? Eat? What is, who are," a soothing masculine voice synthesized from various imitated sounds echoed in her ears as the specimen was painlessly flooding into her mouth and other open bodily entrances.

CC-3 had shook her head at the voice and hummed back in response in a simple form of audible communication.

Eventually the specimen had all but disappeared from view. CC-3 just looked around the room at the scientists. "Devour, kill. Nourish, protect." She could only draw the conclusion from the voice, that this creature wanted to kill to protect? To eat to protect? She didn't understand.

"Did it just... enter CC-3's body?" Rem asked Richmond who she was standing beside. A brow raised slightly as she looked at the old man.

Richmond was just staring forward towards the nude teen who was standing in the center of the room where the containment unit once held SR-33. "How old is CC-3 biologically?"

"Fourteen, chronologically three. She is from the uneducated batch. If it does manage to consume her, it won't learn m–" Rem was cut off by the sudden collapse of CC-3 who laid there motionlessly on the sterilized pale blue floor, then broke out into convulsions and seizures. They all watched as the girl's life sign display flatlined.

Three hours later, there was no change. The specimen could no longer be detected, it was as if it had just banished or disintegrated. "Pity… It was the last one," Richmond growled and bashed his fist against the observation room glass window, shedding his own blood in the process, but failing to break the window.

"Remove the body," Rem ordered two of the guards which were standing outside the room.

The two of them walked in, "We don't get paid enough for this." One of the groaned as he looked over the small nude body. "We could've used her for other things," his continued disappointment was apparent to his partner who sneered in disgust.

One grabbed her ankles and the other grabbed her wrists. They picked the young girl up and began walking it out of the room and into the corridors. They didn't bother bagging the body, they were to simply jettison it out the airlock. They didn't keep the bodies, especially ones that weren't a hundred percent viable.

They were under the assumption that her internals had been disrupted by the silicon creature, and a cascade reaction killed both of the subjects. So they were getting rid of them.

As the two made their way over to the airlock, CC-3's eyes slowly opened part way. Her gaze was at the floor. "Mmmm…" She groaned in discomfort, only for the man holding her hands to immediately let go of the wrists. Sending the test subject face planting into the ground.

"Shit! She's alive!" The man growled to himself before looking down at her as she absently felt at the floor. He took his plasma pistol out from its holster and aimed down at her.

"W-wait!" The other guy who had the disgusting thoughts earlier, let go of her feet and tried to stop his partner. "They think she's dead. We can use her!" He laughed out, standing between the two of them.

CC-3 rolled onto her back, revealing her irises to have changed colors, being a navy blue. "W-wait! They think she's dead. We can use her!" CC-3 mimicked his voice down to the letter as she slink around on the ground as if she had forgotten how to stand up.

"What the hell..?" The man who held the pistol raised a brow and looked down at her.

"What the hell..?" She looked up at him as she felt his gaze. The first thing she noticed was that her vision had changed. These two men were surrounded in foul green auras, everything else was black and white.

"Stop that," The man snapped as he aimed the pistol at her.

"Stop that!" She snapped back at him as she rolled onto her stomach and made a breast stroke like motion on the ground. As if trying to move around for the first time.

The man who stood between them cringed quietly to himself. "Is.. She mocking me?"

"Is... She mocking me?" She mimicked him once more as she reached out and grasped at his pantleg, croaking as she tried pulling herself up to her feet. Her legs seemed limp, inoperable.

Pursing his lips, he knelt down to her level, letting her other hand touch his face. "You want me?"

"You want me?" The girl responded as her voice became more her own.

"Yes, yes I do." The man snickered a bit with a sleazy look on his face, however when she didn't copy him this time, he blinked a few times. The sleazy look on his face slowly vanished as she was staring through him coldly.

The other man burst out laughing, "Seems she caught onto you, Bug." The man shook his head and placed a hand on his partner's shoulder in a gesture to get him standing up again, only for him to shrug his hand off.

"Bug?"

The one addressed as Bug kept his eyes locked on who he believed to be CC-3 as her face inched closer to his. Her hand seemed to caress his skin, the hand on his pantleg moved up and grabbed at his shoulder to pull her face closer to his.

As his hands would casually support her at the waist, the hand on her shoulder lulled and fell to her side. His other hand which was on his face, moved to his neck as he began moving his face closer to hers.

His lips were puckered, his eyes were centered on her, his senses preoccupied. She could sense his intense heartbeat. For some reason, she couldn't help but feel repulsed.

"Bug… You're in a spider's web." His partner spoke up which seemed to make the man snap out of it.

"What… What do you mean?" Bug asked as he turned to look at the man with a brow raised, that's when he heard a familiar sound. The hum of a pistol charging, a plasma pistol. Both of them turned to look at the girl as he smelled burning Ozone. "Shi–" Plasma bolts fired clearly through the man's chest and into the other man. Sending both of the guards tasked with discarding her through the airlock, to the ground. Bug was mortally wounded, the other man was already dead.

Groaning, "You little bitch…" Bug looked at the girl who was now laying on top of him as she couldn't support herself. His eyes widened however as he watched her jaw unhinge, his vision blurring as he watched her take his entire hand into her mouth and bite down.

He died instantly from the further shock to this system. The corridors were filled with the sound of sloshing flesh and the splintering of bones. Within a few minutes the area near the airlock was coated in blood, the scent of burning ozone and plasma residue lingered with the iron salted odor of crimson bodily fluid.