Life in the Labs(A horror Fanfiction)

[Eliza]

Manta’s POV
It was eleven at night; the driver seemed to be dozing off. So I cleared my throat to wake him up. It worked.
I sighed and stared out the window, it was very dark, and fog seemed to cloud everything but on coming headlights.
I saw lights headed straight for us, at an incredibly high speed. My driver had fallen asleep at the wheel! The light sped towards us, and---

Faust’s POV
Yes, it was finally happening… Eliza and I both had a clinic, again. But this time was different. We now live in Funabari Onsen, and come to our clinic here in Tokyo for work.

The phone at the front desk rang loudly, it only took a half a ring for me to pick it up.
“Good evening you’ve reached the-” I was cut off by a slurred voice.

“Yeah, I know, man, this iz en emergincy… I thnk ee’s dead.” (The spelling is meant to sound slurred) the voice spat, and slid on almost every word.

“’He’, who?” I asked a bit confused.

“I dunno dude.” It answered back.

I continued to ask questions such as, is this person conscious?, where are you?, is he breathing?
I got answers, barely, but soon enough I was out driving the ambulance to the scene. It was quite a nasty crash, the worst I’ve seen in a long time. I dashed out of the ambulance, and rushed over. The boy who had called me before had been okay, the other victim had crashed threw the window, and scraped half of there flesh off on the pavement. I walked over to the body, carrying a stretcher while being closely followed by Eliza. I knelt down and flipped the body over onto the stretcher. I nearly died from horror and shock, to find that the body had been none other than, Manta Oyamada. Yoh’s best friend.
Eliza jumped at the sight. She seemed to be in shock, she shook her head and helped me rush the boys body into the van.
As we neared the hospital, I grew impatient. I didn’t want Manta to die… like Eliza had.

-hours later-

We did all we could to save Manta… but nothing worked. It was hopeless. My failure to defeat death had once again overcome me.
I walked solemnly to the phone, every step making me want to turn back, every step my stomach began to ache more and more. As I dialed the numbers slowly on the phone, I felt more and more displeasure build up. I was becoming weak.

Ring… Ring…

“Asakura residence, Yoh speaking.” A happy voice sounded over the phone.

“Yoh… Manta is… dead.” I stated while choking back tears. The lump in my throat was to large, I let it out in a sob. The line was quiet, I hung up the phone, walking back to the office.
Manta laid on the cold operating table, motionless, breathless, and pale. Then a twisted thought came to my mind. One so twisted it still haunts me to this very day.

To be continued...

[Sayoky]

OMG Eliza....this fanfic is so....catchy and spooky!I almost lost my breath while reading it!! OH PLEASE CONTINUE!!!ME WANT MORE.... *turns into zombie*

[Secretofmana]

YIKES!!!! MANTA NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*cough* I mean, great fanfic, Eliza!(joins in wanting more)

Darn driver! (goes off poking driver) THAT'S FOR KILLING MANTA AND YOURSELF!!!!! WAGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

[Sayoky]

Yeah!That's right Secretofmana!We'll get to the stupid bus driver...he killed poor lil' Manta!!!

[Eliza]

Ah, I have fans! lol j/k here is the next part!


Faust’s POV

Thinking back to a book report I did as a child, on the novel, Frankenstein, I wasn’t quick to hesitate. This would take planning, but I was confident in my abilities.
Since there was damage to his body, I had to repair it. The brain had taken a slight amount of damage, and may effect him in the future… but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me.
My ideas where coming at the speed of light my thoughts raced back and forth as I stitched wounds together.
Hours slowly crept by as I continued sowing Manta’s open wounds closed. The face was terribly disfigured. The stitching I had done brought his lip up in a slight smirk and the right lower lip was disjointed from the left side, and appeared to be broader. The left eye was like that of Quasimodo, but aside from these things and all the stitches, he appeared to be normal.
As I continued my work, I remembered that since the cause of his death was a broken rib that had protruded threw his heart, I would need to replace that.
I looked around the clinic for the heart I had received from a donor just a few hours before the incident. Though the heart was supposed to be for another patient, I figured he could wait. I darted back to the room, sliding on the tile every now and then.


After removing the broken rib and replacing the heart, I took the boy down to the basement, my laboratory as I liked to call it. Since I was definitely no Frankenstein, I would just have to use my defibrillators. I raised the two medal objects in the air, and then turning them on, I pressed them to the boy’s chest. The boys body jolted with every shock the defibrillator sent threw his body.

After a few try’s nothing had happened. I was determined to save the boy, and if I could not… I would preserve him until I could. I rushed to the storage room, looking for the jugs of formaldehyde we kept to preserve organs with. I rummaged threw for a little while, and eventually found it in the darkest corner of the room. Next, I had to search for something to put the body in, and I had just the idea. After taking a few jugs to my lab, I raced to the kitchen. In it I found plastic garbage cans big enough for ‘Manta’.

I walked back down the steps, into the room where Manta lied dead. I stet the garbage can next to the table, where the defibrillators where, and Manta’s twisted body. I picked the boy up carefully, and stet his cold limp body into the garbage can. I walked over to the corner where I had left the formaldehyde, and picked up a jug, twisting the cap off on my way back to the garbage can. It sloshed around in the jug, and spit a good amount on the floor, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I poured the contents of the jug into the can, and went to grab another jar. Once I was down to the last jug the can had already been filled about as high as it needed t be. As I walked over to the can for the umpteenth time, I slipped on the liquid I had spilt earlier, as I fell forward and tried to catch myself on the table, but missed, accidentally knocking the defibrillators into the can!

They short sizzled and lights light the room as they short circuited in the liquids. I raced over and pulled the tools out by there wires, my eyes widened at what I saw next. It still my heart beat at an uneasy rate. It still taunts me in every way.

[Sayoky]

!!!!!!!0.0 This is amazing Eliza!!!!!!I actually spit out my food when i read this!Seriously....!!!
*zombie face* Must read more...must...must.....

[Secretofmana]

Poor Manta.....WAGH!!!! Everyone's being so cruel.......

But this is very good! It sounds realistic, and like a real sugery! But Manta........WAGH!!!!!

[Eliza]

Thanks guys! Sorry, I haven't got to the next chapter. But it promises to be good.

[Sayoky]

When are we going to have the extreme pleasure to read the next chapter?? ^_^

[IceDragon]

Yes, when? *grows puppy ears, paws, tail, and eyes* whimper...whine...

[Sayoky]

need....more....fanfiction...need....*zombie like expression* Hello...Eliza?Get to work!!
*kidnapps Eliza and puts her in a closet*
Me: Okay Miss...no more comming out until you have more of this exquisit fanfiction
Eliza: >,<

[Eliza]

*from in closet* I didn't know anyone was still reading... ^^'; HEre!

I looked in the bucket, I saw Manta’s head slowly moving up, his eyes blankly stared at me. My heart jumped at my accidental success! I reach in quickly, grabbing the boy by his shoulders. I struck his back a few times so he would cough out any formaldehyde he may have breathed.

He coughed a couple times then breathed in the air. I looked back to his flawed face, which seemed dazed a confused. Manta looked like he wanted to talk, but didn’t say anything.

“Manta, can you speak?” I asked him, trying to get at least one word from him. If he could speak, then my operation was truly complete. “Go ahead… say something.” I encouraged him.

“Faust…” Manta said slowly, as his eyes came into focus.

“Yes…” I said the word elongated, “Yes! Yes!” I shouted in victory, I had finally beat death! I found I way around it! I could become famous for this. But wait… I couldn’t share my success with others… No. They wouldn’t understand. They’d surely think I was insane and cruel. But no, I know Manta still wanted to live. I simply allowed him to.

I looked back to the boy, who seemed a bit shaken by my sudden outburst.

“Yes, Manta?” I said a lot softer this time, waiting patiently on the boy’s reply.

“I thought I was…” Manta trailed off,

“Yes, Manta. You were dead. But I brought you back.” I told him calmly trying to hold in my excitement.

“But Faust! I should be dead!” Manta shrieked. He didn’t seem to grasp the fact that he could live on. Almost normally.

“No, You shouldn’t be… I’ve fixed you up. And now you’re living again.” I explained. “ You see, you can keep on living.” I finished.

Manta didn’t speak. Judging by his furrowed brows I think he was mad. But it wasn’t soon after that fear had planted firmly on his face, after looking at his hands. Stitches ran across them, this way and that way. He felt his face, which also had a few stitches.

“Oh no, oh please no… you- you’ve turned me into… into Frankenstein!” He shouted angrily, still a bit of fear in his voice.

“No I haven’t! You see… Frankenstein was a bunch of body parts taken from other people. But you still have your body.” Faust said in a mater of fact tone.

“All of this is mine?” Manta said unsurely.

“Well, almost all of it. You see… your heart was punctured by one of your ribs and-” I was cut off by the boy’s anger.

And his words still haunt me, and leave me in the cold. They still make me shiver. They still leave me in the dark.

[wannabeeliza]

this is a wonderful story and i will wait patently in this corner *points to said corner* until you up-date.... *goes sits on the floor in the dark corner* ^.^

[Eliza]

lol, I'm glad people are still reading it! ^_^ I'll post it soon! *Starts working on it*

[Sayoky]

You post that soon or no more cookies for you Missy!!Hope you have fun in your camp but please do not forget to keep posting the story...you got me tied up to the story!