The Drellic Saga: Books One, Two and Three

by Mike Marlinski

Chapter Eighteen

  Dr. Feldman carefully removed the layers of bandages from Simone and Marco’s heads, revealing their new identities. Simone was shocked to see a brunette in her early 20’s, staring back at her. She had hazel colored eyes, fairer, cream colored skin and dark, shoulder length hair. Marco also appeared younger and more muscular. The wrinkles that once covered his face and hands were gone. He had smooth, olive colored skin, light blue eyes and short dark hair. His withering biceps had also returned to their previous state, of his late 20’s. He looked and felt as though he could bench press a bus, as he slowly lifted up his hospital gown to reveal a well-defined abdomen.

  Marco smiled with approval and softly chuckled to himself. However, Simone didn’t seem as pleased. Marco turned to her and noticed her somber expression. “What’s the problem?” Marco asked her. “You got what you wanted, and you’re still beautiful.”

  Simone shrugged and said, “It’s just going to take me awhile to say goodbye. You mean, you don’t miss the old you at all?”

  Marco laughed and replied, “No. Not in the slightest. He was a broken, ugly old man, filled with regret.”

  “But we’re still the same age. We didn’t actually get younger,” Simone said. “It’s no new lease on life.” “Actually, that’s where you’re wrong,” Feldman interrupted. “The concoction I had you both drink, was an elixir of Drellic’s design. It was how he kept his soldiers in top shape. Your aging process was slightly reversed. Provided you don’t fall prey to injury or illness, you’ve both gained about twenty years onto your natural lives.”

  Marco scoffed and replied, “As if we’ll live to see it.”

  “This was never about our survival,” Simone snapped. Marco sighed and displayed a look of uncertainty. To which Simone said, “It’s a little late for cold feet, Marco. You told me you were fully committed to this.”

  “I am committed,” he assured her. “I’ll be with you until the end. You have my word.”

  Feldman led them both into another room, which contained nothing but a queen sized bed, covered in an off-white quilt and piles of neatly folded clothing. “These are a few of the things I had picked out for you both,” Feldman said. He then exited the room, as Simone and Marco began sifting through the various garments laid before them, then returned with two black folders. He handed one to Simone and one to Marco then said, “These are your new identities. You’ll find your new ID cards in there, along with other legal documentation, to coincide with your background stories.”

  Aside from having consumed a strange chemical that Drellic had been responsible for, Simone was overjoyed that her suspicions about Feldman were proving to be unwarranted. She knew that Marco was terrified of the challenges to come. The truth was that Simone was just as afraid as he was, but she dared not show it. She was incredibly grateful to Marco, for his decision to see their mission through to the end; knowing that they would most likely end up martyring themselves for it.

  To top things off, Feldman had proven himself to be a patriot and was making contributions that would make Simone’s objective possible to reach. After going over their respective paperwork and learning their new names and backgrounds, Feldman suggested that Simone and Marco spend the night for observation, before heading back to their base of operations. They resisted at first, but were taken by surprise, by a sudden case of intense nausea that seemed to overwhelm them both, simultaneously. Afterwards, it didn’t take much convincing on Feldman’s part, to get them to spend another night.

  Simone and Marco decided to share the bed that Feldman had used to present their clothing options to them. They had both remained in their hospital gowns for their stay, and were assured by Feldman that their conditions would improve by morning, but to stay in their room, to avoid exerting themselves. They agreed and left Feldman to finish his clean-up of his lab.

  During the night, Simone was dying of thirst. She was also becoming quite irritated with Marco’s loud and persistent snoring. The only light in the room was coming from the slightly cracked open door, leading to Feldman’s lab. After a few more minutes of suffering with Marco’s snoring, a dry mouth and throat, Simone decided she had had enough and slowly got to her feet.

  She stumbled a bit at first, then righted herself. She turned back towards the bed, to see that Marco was still fast asleep. Simone’s vision was a bit blurry and her legs felt wobbly, but she forced herself out of the room and into the dimly lit laboratory, which had been very well cleaned. She also noticed that the samples of skin and blood from her operation, had been added to Feldman’s shelved collection, as she had suspected they would be. Despite her disgust, she ignored the foul sight and continued on her way up the stairs, into Feldman’s kitchen.

  She found a series of wooden cabinets over the sink and went through them all, until she found a clean glass. She then filled it with tap water and drank the glass dry, in a single gulp. Simone filled the glass again and was about to head back downstairs, when she heard a faint moaning sound from down the hallway, off the kitchen. For an instant, it sounded like Feldman was being attacked. Startled, she placed the glass on the kitchen counter and crept quietly through the hallway, until she came to an open doorway, leading to a room, illuminated by the flickering light of a television screen.

  She assumed that the noise she heard had come from Feldman’s TV, but her curiosity got the better of her and she peeked inside to see what he was watching. Simone then made a horrifying discovery. Feldman was sitting at the end of his bed, vigorously masturbating, while watching a recording of himself, raping both Simone and Marco, while they had been sedated in his laboratory.

  She watched in horror, as Feldman violently stroked his penis, while loudly moaning at the sight of himself, flipping Simone and Marco’s naked bodies onto their stomachs. Their heads were still completely covered in white bandages at the time, as Feldman climbed onto both of their backsides and rubbed lubricant in between their buttocks, while wearing latex gloves.

  She continued to watch silently, as Feldman had a vocally loud orgasm, as he watched himself switching back and forth between the two operating tables, violently penetrating his victims’ anuses with his penis, after removing all of his own clothing.

  Simone then thought back to the nightmare she had, while unconscious in the operating room. She remembered thinking that it was the most vivid dream of her life, and had just come to the realization that it hadn’t entirely been a dream.

  Minutes later, Marco was abruptly awakened by a loud scream, followed by a series of loud crashing noises. It took him a moment to collect himself and catch his balance, but once he was able to focus and control his body, Marco darted up the stairs into the kitchen. He looked into the hallway, where he saw that Feldman’s flat screen TV had been thrown against the wall and cracked down the middle of the screen.

  Marco quickly turned the corner and entered Feldman’s bed room, to find Simone kneeling over the doctor’s body, beside his bed. Feldman’s throat had been slit and he was lying in a pool of his own blood. Simone was in a state of shock and stared into Marco’s eyes with a completely emotionless expression. She was tightly gripping a piece of broken glass from Feldman’s mirror, which she had used to slit his throat.

  “What the fuck have you done?!” Marco screamed at Simone. “He fucking raped us in our sleep,” Simone whispered. “He fucking raped both of us.”