The Origins Of Team Monkey

Name: Gabe Maledicta (Scunter)
Team: RED
Info: This is a *rather long* backstory I made on Scunter's origins and how he actually *became* the Scunter. The story's told through Gabe's (Scunter's) point of view and, I'll say this now, I tried hard to make this story as gruesome as possible, I hope I have succeeded. You have been warned, but who the hell cares? Enjoy!

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It's so quiet in here... So cold.... What am I laying on..?

I opened my eyes slowly, my vision was fuzzy at first, but quickly adjusted... to my dismay. I was in a room, pitch black, with only one flickering lamp hanging from the stone ceiling. There were two doors, but both were blocked by chain-link fencing, and huge, thick, cold stone walls surrounded me like a prison. The putrid smell of 1000 old corpses and vomit flooded my senses as I coughed and stood up, covering my nose so as to not breath in any more of the sickening fumes that blanketed me in this dark abyss. "..Where... am I...? What is this place..?" I murmured to myself as I scanned my eerie surroundings.

I couldn't remember anything of what happened the night before, nor anything of yesterday at all. My bare feet tapped against the bitter, cold, stone floor and the icy, bitter air gently fanned by my exposed chest as I walked to one of the exits to my prison. I grabbed onto the chain-link fencing and pushed and pulled on it... but it wouldn't budge. "Where am I?!" I shouted, my voice echoed back in the silent darkness. I could see an empty hallway connecting me to the outside world; the walls and ceiling were made from the same harsh and cold stone, but there were airways that allowed moonlight to stream in freely and dimly illuminate my cell. I wanted to get out of here, I wanted to go home.

I struggled against the chain fencing, pounding on it and kicking it for all it was worth, but the only thing I managed was getting exhausted. I sat on the floor, my heavy breath echoing through the room as I rubbed my abused feet when I heard a voice break the dark silence, "Oh good, you're finally awake." I snapped my head up to the sound of the voice, I saw a figure outside the fencing. He was kinda short, and rather stout, I couldn't really see his face though. His voice was dark, and kinda slurred; like he was from the south or something. But the main thing that entranced me and kept me frozen in my seat was his hand....

It shined unnaturally in the moonlight....

I snapped out of my trance and stood up again, I was defiantly a bit taller than him, "Who the fuck are ya?! Where am I?!" I yelled at the guard, but he only chuckled at me, "Your new home. I brought ya here yesterday, but I guess ya don't remember much. That's alright though, a lotta tranquillizers'll do that to ya." He laughed.. what the fuck was so funny?! Tranquillizers?? Who IS this guy?! I slammed against the gate separating us and glared angrily at him, spitting in his face, "Where the fuck am I?! Let me outta here or I'll rip ya a new one, ya faggot!" All he did was laugh at me, which made me even more furious. He turned around and looked back into the hallway behind him, he said something into the darkness, "This one for experiment SH-K5C." Mear moments after saying that, 3 doctors emerged from the empty blackness. Their medical robes perfumed with the smell of death, and splattered with blood. All of them were wearing tall, shiny, and crudely scrubbed black medical gloves, and doctors masks covered half their faces. They were all taller than both him and me, and looked a lot stronger too. Adrenaline and panic flooded my systems and I ran back away from the gate to the back wall of the room I was trapped in. They opened up my cell and two of those hell-doctors walked in, one of them carrying a syringe.

"No! Fuck no! Stay away from me!!" I ran away from the first one, who tried to grab me, and dodged away from another with the needle. I had to get out of here, I had to escape. I ran around the room a couple times, dodging their every strike (all that time being a scout for RED really helps) before I tried running out to the new-made exit to my prison. But the biggest of them stood in front of the way though, and before I could slip past him to freedom he grabbed my arms and twisted them behind me, pulling me back to the other two still in the cell. I let out a sharp cry of pain and struggled against his grasp, desperately trying to kick him, headbutt him, or anything to make him let me go, but his grip held. "Let me fucking go!!" I yelled at him, but my mouth was soon covered by one of the other hell-doctors as he helped hold me in place. I felt a sharp twinge in my exposed side, and after that the world turned fuzzy and black.. and my muscles turned to jelly as everything vanished away....

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...It's...warm in here now... Did they let me go...? Am I dead...?

I opened my eyes again.... the entire world was spinning and hazy.. my head was throbbing and I could only hear a faint ringing in my ears as my consciousness slowly crept back to me. The entire room was brightly lit now, but it was completely different. I was in an...operation room..? Complicated computer screens and different medical equipment was strewn all around me. I tried moving, but something held me in place. I looked down at myself as my vision finally cleared completely, and my arms, legs, and torso were held down by giant leather straps.

Panic flooded my system again and I struggled against the restraints, throwing myself against them and trying to tear through them to get free. After what felt like an hour though, my energy died down and I laid there panting. It was then that I heard voices approaching... Those three demonic looking doctors walked into the room with the short man from earlier. He was dressed in a black suit with a blood red tie. It looked like he was also wearing... a hardhat? He was wearing a light yellow hardhat and dark goggles that covered his eyes. But the creepiest thing about him was his hand from earlier....

It wasn't a hand... it was robotic.

"Well hello again, how're you likin' the redecorations?" The doctors laughed darkly at his sick joke as they pushed two medical carts into the room and over by the operation bed I was strapped to. They were both covered with white blood-stained sheets, and the stench drifting off them could make anybody feel sick. I glared up at him, trying to muster my energy back up to escape, "What the fuck are you gonna do to me you bitch..?! Why won't you just fucking leave me alone?!" He simply shook his head and moved to the side of the room and sat down in a large, plush, brown chair, "Tsk, tsk, tsk.. Didn't yer momma teach you better than to talk like that?" He snapped his fingers and one of the doctors tied a cloth around my head, covering my mouth and gagging me. The thing tasted like blood and smelled even worse; it reeked of old vomit and death. My stomach churned and I had to resist the strong urge to throw up. The short man stood up again and circled the table I was on, "I can't jus' let ya go, ya see? I need you for my experiments.. You're gonna help me learn how to control this virus strain, and use it to only grant people the infected abilities... not making their brains turn to mush." The doctors tore the cloths off the tables and revealed their contents: One was laden with wicked sharp scalpels, knives, and syringes of different sizes... the other was drenched in dark red blood, and had a whole bunch of different organs laid on it, an air tank labeled with a different name on  it.. and tons of small bottles for syringe substances.

One of the doctors pulled a gas mask off one of the machines while the doctor hooked the air tank up to the machine. It was then that I panicked again, I shook myself violently against the straps holding me down, not caring about the burning and sharp pains they caused me. But it was useless; they tore the gag off and forcefully slammed my head back to the table, shoving the gas mask on to invade my senses. The man chuckled darkly and put on a doctors mask before returning to his seat to the right of the room.

No! I'm not gonna let myself get this shit done to me!! I shook my head back and forth against the harsh hand holding my head down, but it was useless. Whatever was in that tank took effect and my entire body went numb. My arms and legs felt like nothing but dead weight.. and even my head felt useless. It was like I was just a giant pillow; I couldn't feel anything or move anything but my eyes and mouth. I tried to yell something at those assholes, but my lips couldn't form the words. I was defenseless against them..

One of the doctors grabbed a syringe filled with a dark green substance and jammed it into my leg. The sickening feeling of the liquid flooding my systems made me once again want to vomit. It was the only thing I could feel right now.. the creeping of that liquid slowly spreading through my legs to my waist, and then to my torso.. But once it hit there everything went straight to hell. My heart surged the substance through my body like a rocket, and suddenly all my feeling returned. Every nerve in my body began to burn and my muscles contracted and spasmed at their own will; it was like my own body was trying to murder me. I tried to scream out in pain, but I'm not even sure if I did; my hearing was still faded away from the earlier drug.

I thrashed wildly against the restraints, the doctors seemed to not be expecting the liquid's effect either, as they were running around frantically to try and get me back to normal. I could only hear their garbled, muffled voices and the blurred sound of the heart monitor I was hooked up to go wild, everything else was deafened by a ringing blaring through my head as I convulsed and violently thrashed around on the medical bed, yelling and screaming at the fire that flared through my whole body. Finally they held me down and stabbed another syringe into my leg, the pain from it enhanced dramatically from the last one. It felt like my leg was being shredded apart by a cheese grader until finally my entire world came crashing down like a 50 ton weight to the face. My muscles stopped and I was left there shaking from the aftermath of my seizure-attack, the fire burning throughout my body subsided and I was left there, losing consciousness under their sadistic, unloving hands...

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......oh my god... my head... what did they do to me...? what did they put in me..?

As I finally woke up for the third time today I could hardly move, at least without being in massive agony. I opened my eyes and looked around, the familiar, yet alien, darkness from the stone room I was previously in welcomed me. I was laying on my side on the cold ground, and the flickering lamp that hung from the ceiling dimly lit up my vision. "N-ngh.... what...happened....? What was that...?" My voice was a little raspy and hoarse from earlier, and I tried moving my arms first. The muscles in them ached from abuse and it was hard to move. "F-fuck.... my arms... my legs... wait... what the..?" As I shifted around in the dim light I noticed some distinct things on my body that weren't there before.

A huge slice mark etched itself across me gut and chest in the form of a giant "T", and it was stitched up with sloppy, but perfect precision. And on my hands... it looked like I had some kind of fresh scars on them.. They were some foreign letters I think, but they were carved into the back of my hands and still looked fresh. I couldn't read them, but the mear thought that somebody had the balls to do something like this to me pissed me off beyond belief. "C-cheap bastards.." I hissed as I gritted my teeth and tried to stand up, "I'll fucking rip them apa- AGH!!" I fell back down again, fiery agony rising up from my legs. I coughed at the sudden impact with the ground, blood splattering from my mouth; whatever they did to me... it's really messing up my body. He said something about a virus, right..? What kind of fucking virus does this to you..?!

"I should've mentioned not ta move, but watching ya writhe around in pain is just too much fun ta watch~" I looked up at the fencing again to see that same guy again, laughing at me, taunting me from behind the thin barrier separating us. I coughed again and tried to push myself up weakly, my arms wobbling before I fell again and glared up at him, "What... the fuck... did you do to me..?!" I growled at him. ...wait.... growled? "What did I do to ya?" He said in an accusing tone as he pointed at himself with that damn robotic hand, "I didn't do anythin... the virus on the other hand...." He paused and grinned wickedly, the only detail on his face I could see clearly, "It's makin' ya somethin' nature never could on its own.. You should feel its effects in less than an hour, and when you do, we'll be there.." He turned back away from the fencing and started to walk away into the hall, waving back to me and laughing at me in that goddamn taunting tone of his, "Have fun~"

"Dammit..." I could already feel something overcoming my body; the muscles in my arms and legs tightened and throbbed unnaturally every time I tried to stand. But the most noticeable change I could feel, that I could hear, was my voice; it sounded too unnaturally dark to be mine, and it kept cracking, more than usual, for some reason. But the weirdest thing was that very time I did try to stand, I could hear myself growl from the pressure. Actual physically growl, like some kind of monster..

All I could do was just lay there, as my body felt like it was slowly being burned from the inside out. I convulsed and twitched uncontrollably as I once again felt something creeping through me, it felt like 1000 scorpions were crawling through me, scraping against my skin... "AAAAUUUUUGHHHH!!!" I screamed out in pure agony as I gripped harshly onto my head, my entire body burning, twitching, and shaking uncontrollably. I clenched my eyes shut tightly and my head throbbed as I writhed on the floor. Behind the ringing in my ears I could hear footsteps approaching me, people running toward me..

I snapped my eyes open the minute I heard the gate to my hellhole open, and suddenly the darkness surrounding me was burning a gruesome yellow color. An intense, low, demonic growl ripped through my throat and I felt my body moving on its own. My head was pounding as I felt my arms and legs move numbly beneath me. I was... getting up..?! I crouched like some kind of fucking tiger, snarls ripping through me as I looked through the yellowed vision that didn't seem like my own.. Everything after that was a blur; I could hear a reign of melodious screaming, I could feel blood being ripped away from somebody, and I could defiantly feel the intense pain of something being torn away from my face before a familiar sharp twinge of pain rocketed through my leg... and the entire world went flying back into darkness..

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.......what....just happened...? what was that....? what did they do to me....?!

From all the tranquillizer being drained into my body by now, it was actually getting hard for me to wake up again this time. I opened my eye and found myself on the medical bed from earlier, but I wasn't restrained down this time. Hold the phone... eye? I reached my hand up and lightly tapped the area where my left eye was, it was now covered in bandages that were wrapped around my head. They must've tore out my eye earlier.. But that wasn't the end of it... I took my hand off and looked back at my hands. I have.. claws..? My usually trimmed nails were now lengthened and pointed like a tiger's claws. I blinked, but then felt like something else was different about me. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along my teeth, shocked to find out that most of them were now lengthened, and sharpened, fangs. What the fuck..? How did this..? I started to sit up cautiously, my body no longer hurt! It was like all the earlier pain had washed away, and in place.. I felt stronger. I ran my hand over my arms and legs, my stomach too even, to find that the muscles there felt more firm and strong than before. I wasn't sure to be happy with this change, or to be absolutely pissed off.

I turned my head over at the sound of voices, I could see the doctors talking to that punk-ass short guy from earlier. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew it couldn't be good.. Looking up into the darkness, which for some reason was somewhat illuminated now, I noticed that the door was open behind them. This is my chance! I can finally get out of here!! I shifted to get off the bed, but was stopped when I felt a snag. I whipped my head around to see me hooked up to a heart monitor again. Hearing the sound of the equipment shifting sparked one of the doctors to look up and see me. "He's up! Quick! Get him!" Shit!! I decided to put my new "gifts" to work then. I grabbed the cords that were hooked up to me and slashed through them, then hopped off the table to the ground, automatically crouching down and falling on all fours. Two of the doctors started to panic and ran out of the room screaming while the bigger, more muscular one, stood in front of the short man like a human meatshield.

It was their screaming that made me lose control.

My mind surged again with the instability from earlier and I found myself growling at them again. I lurched back, glaring at them through my now yellowed vision, then flung forward at them, "RRRAAAAUUEEAAAGHHHH!!!!!!!" I felt the scream rip through my throat as I flew through the air and propelled myself onto the taller doctor. He fell to the ground with a thud that brought me back to my senses. My vision cleared again to see the short man run off and pull the alarm. Adrenaline surged through me when I realized this might be my last chance to escape. I sped off around the corners and through the halls on all fours, tripping over every now and then before finally getting back up on two legs and dashing off. I stopped once I reached my old cell. Dead end. I looked back to see nobody chasing me yet and then I looked up, the skylights in the walls! Of course! I crouched back down to try and used my new-found energy. I pushed myself off the ground, rocketing off the ground and barely clearing the height for my escape. I leaped off the ledge and found myself in a rather familiar area.. I was on an island.. in the middle of a huge lake.. a lake that was nearby the old Spytech sawmill!

I looked back to hear the clamoring of the guards coming after me, then decided to take my chances with the water. I leapt into the icy water, not caring about the prickling iciness burning on my various cuts and scars as I fiercely swam, swimming alongside the now-gentle current to the one way I knew to escape this place.

BANG! A crack in the water next to me from a bullet whizzing by startled me.  A sniper! Fuck, a sniper! Dammit, there's no turning back now though... I have to keep moving! I continued swimming ahead, mostly in a squiggly line to throw off the shooters aim and allowed the slowly building current to drag me faster to my destination. BANG! Another gunshot, this time closer to my torso, but it still missed. I was starting to seriously panic, I was so close.. I didn't want to die here..!! I could already hear the water rushing ahead, the sound building with every second I swam. BANG! One more shot that almost hit me, so close to my head this time! But now.. I'm there! I whirled around in the water as the stronger current began to drag me to the end and I raised my arm up, flipping off the stone building. "See ya suckers-!" BANG! .....This one didn't miss. It felt if though time itself was running in slow motion as I felt the pain of the bullet pierce through my stomach. I coughed, blood splattering from my lips as I was dragged by the current... over the waterfall that lead to the sawmill.. ...Guys.... I... failed.. you...

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....Am I dead....? Am I finally dead...? wait... ...what's that sound... is that... a medigun..?

My fingers twitched as I felt what I was laying on.. It felt soft... like some kind of cloth.. Wait.. It is cloth...! I opened my eye slowly, the bright sunlight gently streamed in through the white curtains covering it, and the low hum of a familiar Quick-fix welcomed me. The bright red haze drifting from the healing gun floating to my body like a magnet as I looked around the room. I was in a medical room... a nicer one than earlier. The room was a washed white hue, with red accenting it here and there. "..I'm...home...?"

I heard a figure shuffling around next to me as I looked over to hear a rather familiar German accent, "Ach, you're finally awake." It was Tod, our team's Medic. He wasn't wearing his usual white medical robe, but I could still tell who he was. His bright purple eyes glanced back at me from under the shade of his usual dark red tyrolean hat. "Ve saw you over in ze water by ze logs yesterday. If herr Aaron hadn't found you when he did you probably vould have bled out right zere.." I heard him babbling about more technical stuff before he tapped me with a stack of papers and showed me the one on top, it was pictures of the inside of my body from before and after that guy messed me up. "You're body has changed. Vatever virus strain was in your bloodstream vas changing your body composition and mental abilities. You're... infected by some strain I have never seen before. I managed to make an antidote though, it could not kill off all of it zo.. nor was it able to reverse any already-done effects, but it did stop any of ze viruses from doing any further damage to you." He pulled the papers away and flopped them back onto a desk in the corner, "Also.. it appears if though some of your organs were replaced to help ze virus. Your lungs appear to be somewhat larger than before...." And then I lost him as he continued to babble on again. I was just completely baffled by everything. I'm infected by something..? That explains what that guy was talking about...

"..'Ey doc?" I looked back over to him, "When can I get outta here?" Tod paused for a second before answering, "You vill be released by tomorrow. If ze infection affects your vision or breathing at all, we can make you some minor uniform changes for you." I nodded lightly, "Yeah, that'd be awesome. Hey uh, by the way... can you dim the lights in here? The sun hurts my eyes..."