We are human

 Hello to all of you out there. This is my first story ever on here and id like any kind of feedback at all. There's no quick sex in this one but that doesn't mean there won't be any in the upcoming chapters. This character is kinda depressing but he isn't the only one so see you next time and remember comment so I know what you guys want

*** Bay.

Today is my 18 year in this facility. All my life I lived here. Not once at all was I allowed to leave. No visitors ever came for me. The only people I've met were the "administrators." They come and go, collecting data for their tests. Me, I stay here, in this very room, trapped.

Every night I have nightmares about people dying. It's the reason I'm here. That reminds me, I should get up to start the testing phase, I don't want to get awoken by an administrator again. It's never good when they have to do something that isn't part of their plan.

I swung my legs off my bed and slipped on some slippers. Today's gonna be different, I wished to no one in particular. I shivered as I lugged my unwilling body out of the covers, the small blonde hairs on my arms were sticking out. I believe they are called goosebumps. Even though I was wearing slippers I can still feel the hard freezing concrete penetrating my soles. They need to get a heater in here, I can see my own breath.

Never mind, anyways they hardly listen to me, unless if it has something to do with my "condition." My comfort obviously isn't their number one priority.

Instantly the door opened, making me jump, and a nurse walked in.

"Hey there champ, how's it going"

I just gave him a smile in reply. When it comes to people I've never met before I get really shy and withdrawn. Especially if it's a guy. Even more if he's good looking.

Speaking of looks, his were amazing. For some reason I like brunettes. His arms were hairy and muscular. He had stubble on his face covering his cheeks an chin. The nurse looked around his mid twenties. From his tight nurse suit I could see his muscles, actually it kinda hard to miss his rock hard chest and his solid abs. Looking lower I saw his abdomen and eventually a large bulge in his pants. His uniform wasn't really roomy was it, and his hard on wasn't helping either.

I realized that while I was checking him out, he was doing the same. From that bulge I could tell he liked what he saw. For some reason that made me look away and blush.

"So why are you in here?"

He chuckled.

"I'm in here because I'll be your new nurse"

"Cool, I guess"

He gave a smile and that made me see his perfect white teeth. I was already falling for this guy and we just met.

"Oh by the way, my name's John," he said.

"Bay." We shook hands and I felt his strong grip. This isn't helping my goosebumps.

He gave another one of his killer smiles. Our handshake ended even though I never wanted to let go. We stood there, in silence, in our own thoughts. The clock's ticking in this room filled the empty space, but made it more awkward. After a while John looked down at the clipboard he had the whole time.

"It seems," he said while flipping through the pages, "that I'll need a blood sample."

"Seems so," I answered.

I went to the other side of the barren room and sat into probably the most uncomfortable chair ever created in history. He followed me and started fiddling with the equipment. A tube was inserted into my I.V, which was already on, and drained me of my blood. John filled up five different colored tubes and put them on a rack.

He gave me a smile while unplugging the tube.

"How's that," he asked.

"Easy!"

I can never get over that smile. He put the tube inside of a box labeled "biohazard" and grabbed all the viles of my blood.

"Well I guess I should be going now,"

"See you tomorrow."

Yet again I was greeted with another smile as he left the room.

As he was walking out another man was coming in. He glared at John and whispered to him. John nodded and agreed to whatever that admin said. As he left the room his body started glistening and a bright light came over his body.

"John WAIT!!!!!" I Screamed as the door closed behind him. "What are you going to do to him." I demanded from the administrator and all of the others behind that one-way mirror.

The man smiled at me with his knowing look.

"Oh I think you know what's going to happen to him," he spoke in a calm voice, almost as if we were talking about the weather.

I ran to the other side of the room and tried screaming and crying but all that came out we're squeaks and an occasional sob. Tears were streaming down my face as I collapsed onto the floor. The man watched me cry my eyes out and he was most likely enjoying my misery.

"And just to think, if you would have cooperated on yesterday's test maybe you might've had a better birthday," he paused as the man walked up to me and put his mouth next to my ear, "Maybe you could've saved his life." I turned my body away from him. The administrator got up off the ground and walked calmly out of the room.

I heard the screams of the John as he was getting burned alive. I felt the burns and inflicting pain that he did. The smell of smoke constricted my chest and I started coughing. He was screaming in pure agony and in a feeble attempt for any help. I screamed with him in his last moments as all of the feelings of life faded from him, but I still feel his death, see it, Smell it, hear it, for this is my "condition" but right now it feels like a curse. Over and over I relive his death, as I cry in between them. I kept covering my ears to stop the screams and the endless pour of his last thoughts. All the people's screams and final moments surged throughout my body as I relived them.

The door opened as two doctors entered the room and grabbed the boy who was in the middle of a seizure. They put him on a stretcher as he was screaming on the top of his lungs. The tormented screams pierced though the entire facility. They took the boy out of the room. As the door shut you saw the administration behind the mirror smiling in success.

"It seems that the more attached he is to the ones that die, the more pain he feels," an elderly woman screeched.

"That is not all," a professor countered, "the subject obviously seems to relive all the deaths of everyone and plausibly everything on his birth date. The reason I draw this conclusion is because he reacted the exact way last year." The professor sat in his own smugness and smirked at the others. The man who entered the room earlier and whispered in John's and Bay's ears smiled at this conclusion.

"Tomorrow, when he awakens from his coma we will send someone else there to bond with him. In due time he will attach to that person. Kill them within a month and record how the test subject reacts. I think we are getting closer to showing the rest of the district what we've been working on.