Posted by Rache on July 03, 2001 at 03:58:02:
(m/f,medical,non-cons,sci-fi)
Flatliner : An alternate vision
Fiction by Rache
November.
"God! It's the Queen Bitch herself" Ryan nodded in the direction of Stancil Hall where Rachael McAllister was coming out the door. "Looks like she got what she wanted."
"Oh? What's that?" Peter Hughes took another bite of his sandwich. The two medical students were eating lunch on the Commons, as was their usual habit. Both of them loathed Rachael and had agreed she was definitely a dyke. In the worst sense of the word; she'd flatly refused to date either of them.
"She wants to try and bring a lab rat back from the dead."
Peter snorted and threatened to choke on his lunch. Ryan clapped him on the back hard, "Yeah, no shit. Zombie mice. She says she has a method of stimulating the brain into regenerating itself, turning itself back on."
"Can't be done," Peter said finally recovering. "Brain cells die, that's it...Kaput! You don't get new ones and you can't fix dead ones."
"Yeah, well, tell that to her."
"Right, as if anybody could tell her anything!" Peter laughed at the thought. Disagreeing with Rachael was something most people avoided.
February.
"What's the big deal? It's a rat."
"It's not a rat, it's a mouse. And he completed the maze in under 4 minutes, Ryan."
"So? It's a smart rat." Ryan looked at Rachael, trying to imagine her deep brown eyes saying 'yes, I'd love to have dinner with you!' instead of the inevitable 'Drop dead, asshole!' that he actually saw.
"Do you take dumb pills?" Rachael brushed a lock of fine auburn hair away from her face and stared at Ryan in anger. Morons, she thought, she was surrounded by morons who couldn't see what was right in front of their noses. "This mouse was dead for 16 minutes yesterday. He shouldn't be running at all!"
"Oh, right. So this is your little zombie? So what? Oxygen starvation probably left him with the only 3 brain cells he was using anyway; he obviously didn't need the rest. Nice job bringing him back though, 16 minutes that's gotta be some kind of a record, huh?"
Rachael couldn't believe it. Ryan stood there grinning at her, grinning and looking at her as if he had x-ray vision. She unconsciously covered her arms across her 34C breasts, not very well hidden by the lab coat she wore. "You don't get it, Ryan, he's the second 'zombie' as you call it. The first we biop'd and found he had lost only 8 percent of his cell tissue. He was down for 14 minutes before we brought him back."
"Yeah, well I hate to rain on your parade Rachael, but 8 percent is what separates people from chimps. It's a nice trick, but unless you want to repopulate the rainforest with people, I don't see it." Ryan was looking at the hem of Rachael's lab coat as he spoke, watching the way it almost but not quite reached her knee.
Rachael turned away in disgust, having nothing else to say to her fellow physician-in-training. He would see, she promised herself. They would all see. She would check the amino's, there had to be something there she was sure.
April
"She's got it down to less than one percent Ryan." Peter unpacked his lunch, enjoying the unusually warm spring day. "She did a rhesus 2 weeks ago, less than one percent degenerative tissue damage to the brain, none to any other tissue that was examined. And you know old man Hastings."
"Yeah, I know Hastings, he checked everything." Ryan didn't have much appetite.
"Whatsa matter buddy, hate to see her win? They're already talking about a Nobel Prize, can you beat that?" Peter watched as his friend threw down his own sandwich in disgust. "Probably be the first Nobel Laureate who could pose for Playboy!"
Ryan didn't laugh, "She's a bitch. Fuck her and the Nobel Fucking Prize. If she was so damn smart, why doesn't she try it her own goddamn self? Then we'd see how smart she really is!"
Peter put a finger to his lips, "Shhhh...Shut up man, are you crazy? She's hot property! The University loves her. The media is all over her, hell she might even be in the running for God, for all we know. You gotta cool it, wrong people hear talk like that and you might wind up driving a taxi, for Christ's sake."
A few feet away the wrong person had heard it. Rachael was eating alone, typical for her, and going over her notes on the rhesus monkey. The aminos were working, but there was still a small inconsistency. She would work that out soon enough, she thought. Just then Ryan's outburst carried over the Commons, causing more than a few people to look. First at Ryan, then a moment later at Rachael. That asshole, she thought. From the first moment they'd met it had been obvious what he wanted from her. She couldn't help the way she looked, could she? At 5'7" 110lbs, full breasts, narrow waist, round hips she knew that men found her attractive. Her face wasn't perfect like a model, but even so the slight imperfections only seemed to make her even more beautiful. She'd stopped wearing makeup, or even fixing her hair or nails. Why couldn't they just leave her alone and let her work? She would never understand and she wondered if there wasn't a cure for that someplace in her notes, the thought at least made her smile.
June
Ryan sat with Rachael in a small booth in Gino's, a local pizza joint that served a lot more beer than pizza. "Alone at last." He said with a smile, but inside he was more than a little confused why Rachael had invited him to meet her here. It obviously wasn't a date, he thought, she looked the same as she did every day. A simple blouse, simple skirt, no make-up, she was trying to hide it but Ryan couldn't help seeing her as he always did, a beautiful woman trapped in an ice-cold personality. Maybe a couple beers would thaw her out, he wondered, but even those hopes were gone when she ordered a diet-coke.
In the end it was a surprise for both of them how quickly Ryan agreed. His only real question had been Rachael had chosen him. He knew there were a lot of other people who wouldn't have minded getting in on this, well maybe not that many he reminded himself, it was after all murder. For Rachael, she was governed by reason as always. She needed the best assistant possible for this test and like it or not, that meant Ryan. The really good thing was that she knew he would agree, he had to he'd challenged her himself in public and privately. To say no would only have given her a bigger stick to beat him with.
Three nights later they were alone again, only this time there was no music, or beer, or pizza. Dunsmore Hall was empty, most students already packing for the trip home. Summer vacation started for the majority in barely a week, nobody was thinking about doing lab work. Rachael undressed, stripping quickly down to her plain white underwear and bra. She caught Ryan looking at her out of the corner of his eye and cursed under her breath. Rachael stood up straight, "Go ahead, get a good look Ryan. Get it all out of your system, ok? I don't want any screwups, understand?"
Ryan nodded and felt his face flushing with blood. Uh, yeah, Rachael...Sorry...uh, everything is fine.... I'm almost finished here." Goddamn that bitch, he thought to himself. Get a good look Ryan, he mimic'd silently in his head, get a good look and then forget it because it's the last look! He'd seen it in her eyes, the way she looked at him like he wasn't even worthy of looking at her wonderful bod. Well fuck her.
Ryan finished setting up the materials he would need. First to kill her, then to monitor her body as he injected her with the drugs she had been working on. He would wait 12 minutes before injecting her, then she had told him it would be about 4-6 minutes before he could revive her with a second injection directly into her heart. It had worked perfectly on a dozen monkeys the last month and she was confident it would work just as well on her. Ryan hoped so, for the first time the actual realization that he would technically be murdering Rachael McAllister was beginning to dawn on him.
Rachael lay down on the table while Ryan connected her to the machines that would monitor her body and brain functions. He was careful not to touch her except in the most clinical way, the look in her eyes told him it would not be wise to try anything foolish like and 'accidental' brush. He double-checked everything to make sure it was ready and started the two camcorders that would record the process. Rachael herself had left detailed notes, explaining what she was attempting and the procedures involved. Ryan approached her with the mask, which would put her to sleep first, then within 3 or 4 minutes stop her heart. He looked into her eyes and he could see she was more than a little afraid.
"Are you ok Rachael? Do you want to stop?" he asked her gently.
"No," she whispered. "Don't stop....I'm ready."
Ryan placed the mask over her nose and mouth and started the flow of gas into her lungs. Rachael tried to calm herself; she could hear her heart on the monitor and feel it beating fast within her chest. She breathed the cool, flavorless gas and began to feel drowsy, so quickly she did not notice sleep when it took her.
Ryan watched as her heart rate slowed, her breathing became shallow. He placed his stethoscope against her breast and listened. The beating was growing weak, irregular and finally nothing at all. Her chest stopped mid-rise and he pulled the mask away from her face, listening to the faint his. He shut off the supply and checked his watch. 12 minutes, he thought. He checked and double-checked the injection to ensure it was ready. No air bubbles, he tapped it gently before capping it and laying it on the tray.
Ryan looked at Rachael as she lay there, 12 minutes.....Time enough for? The thought was forming in his head, or had it been there already. She was dead after all; she wouldn't know what was going on. The video, oh he'd almost forgotten. Well, what of it? 11 minutes. What could she do? Scream rape? Hardly, Nobel Prize or not this wasn't something anyone would want made public. Ryan reached out and began massaging Rachael's left breast. So warm, so full and firm. God! He pulled the strap off her shoulder and lowered the cup so he could see the dark of her nipple. He squeezed her breast and ran his thumb across the rubbery nub of flesh. He did the same to the other breast, exploring her with both hands before bending his mouth to take one between his lips.
Ryan's cock was throbbing in his pants and he unzipped himself, kicking off his shoes so he could remove his trousers completely. His cock stood out straight and strong and he massaged it while he looked at Rachael's beautiful dead body. She didn't look dead, he glanced at the monitor, but she was. He looked at his watch, shit 8 minutes. Not very much time. Ryan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Rachael's panties and began pulling them down. He popped off two small monitors in the process, lifting her legs and slipping her underwear off her feet. He looked at the dead girl's sex, a light covering of reddish hair barely hid the protrusion of her labia and hooded clit. He slipped his hands between her still warm thighs and cupped her vagina, rubbing it gently. A small trickle of wetness, her urine seeped through but Ryan didn't mind. She was wet, just as he imagined her so many times alone at night. He moved his mouth and began licking, sucking Rachael's pussy. He moved her legs so that she was spread wide and he pulled her labia apart with his fingers. She was tight and pink inside, he slid a finger in and felt....Rachael's hymen.
Oh, baby! It figures, Ryan said to himself, are we in for a treat! He looked at his watch again, 4 minutes. Where was the time going he wondered, this was too fast, way too fast. He climbed up on the table with her and moved her legs so that they rested on his broad shoulders. He rubbed the head of his swollen cock up and down her tender slit; he slowly fit the head inside and began a long gentle push into Rachael's dead vagina. He felt the thin wall of her hymen when he was a barely halfway inside and he leaned down to kiss the lifeless girl. Ryan pushed his tongue inside Rachael's mouth, probing and tasting her, sucking her own tongue into his mouth. Ryan thrust forward, gripping the table with Rachael's long legs bent at the knees around his biceps. Rachael's body rocked forward, letting his cockhead tear through her virginity and slide deeply into her womb. She was so tight around Ryan's cock, gripping him and he felt a sudden wetness from her blood. It would not flow very much, but it would not clot either he knew, not until he brought her back to life.
Back to life! Ryan wanted to look at his watch, but he was rocking her now, fucking Rachael as if she were a doll made for his cock. She made now sound except an occasional gasp as his motion forced some of the remaining air out of her lungs. His cock was welling, expanding against the tightness of Rachael's once virgin sex. He could feel her body gripping him and he bent to kiss her again as his cock exploded deep inside the dead girl. His balls contracted and emptied his sperm, splashing against her cervix and filling her with liquid fire. For Ryan it was the best orgasm of his life, the fuck of a lifetime. For Rachael there was nothing, her eyes were closed and her body did not register the event in anyway, except one.
Ryan collapsed on Rachael's body, feeling her breasts against his chest. He kissed her repeatedly, feeling his cock now surrounded by his ejaculate. He moved it slowly back and forth, enjoying the feeling before remembering to look at the time. Shit! 14 minutes! He was already late! He got off of Rachael's body and rolled her onto her side, moving her legs so she would remain in that position. Ryan reached for the syringe, 15 minutes, it wasn't too late. No she would be fine, he told himself. He made a conscious effort to steady his hand, poising it just above the spinal column at the base of the skull; he needed to inject the drug into her brain itself. He held his breath as he prepared to push, then a thought paused him. What if...What if I don't inject her? Ryan thought. What if she never wakes up? His mind went over the ramifications, the possibilities of getting away with murder. Nobody knew he was here, did they? She had left notes saying she was going to do it; he tried to remember if she'd mentioned his name in them. Probably not, but that could be fixed anyway. He had all night to clean everything up. He was in a lab, weird things happen in labs all the time. People get careless, familiarity breeds contempt. She was so hot for this project, who knows what she was trying to do.
Ryan set the syringe down and smiled. He double-checked the video cameras, he wanted to make sure he got some nice close ups when he taught her everything he knew about sex. A virgin! Damn, he laughed, it figured!
The end.
There are a lot of possible endings for this story and all of them had appeal, but honestly, I got tired of typing. So I end it here.