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The Test, Chapter 6

Jack lay on the stretcher, tied down and completely defenseless, his body still trembling from the last test that had nearly taken his life. His lungs struggled for air, and his heart, miraculously recovered, beat with a strength that no longer belonged to him. He knew that something far worse was coming.

Dr. Ruiz had mentioned a final test, one that would be different from all the others.

The door to the room creaked open, and Ruiz entered, accompanied by a team of assistants. Jack noticed that they were all wearing surgical gowns and gloves, holding shiny, cold, and sinister tools in their hands. At that moment, reality hit him hard: this time, there would be no cables, electrodes, or pink gas. This time, his heart would be the direct object of the experiment. He was going to lose it.

Ruiz approached the stretcher, observing Jack with an oddly serene expression.

“We’ve pushed you to the limit, Jack. Your heart has proven to be perfect… beyond anything I could have ever imagined. And now,” Ruiz paused, leaning in closer, almost whispering, “we’re going to make sure it keeps beating… even outside your body.”

Jack felt his skin prickle with pure terror. He tried to move, tried to scream, but his strength was gone. He was completely trapped.

“Don’t worry, Jack. You’ll remain awake throughout the entire process. I want you to witness the greatness of your heart.”

With a swift motion, Ruiz lifted a syringe filled with a clear substance and injected it directly into Jack’s neck. Immediately, a numbing sensation spread through his body, starting from his limbs and slowly creeping toward his chest. He could feel, but he couldn’t move. He could see, but he could do nothing to stop what was about to happen.

The assistants moved around him, preparing the surgical instruments with terrifying precision. Ruiz picked up a scalpel and held it over Jack’s chest, right above the sternum. The fear in Jack’s eyes intensified as he watched the cold metal descend toward his skin.

With methodical calm, Ruiz made the first incision. Jack felt no pain, only an intense pressure as the scalpel cut through his skin and muscle. Then, the team opened his chest, exposing his heart, which beat with powerful, steady force. Jack saw it reflected on the screens around him: his own heart, strong and perfect, exposed and vulnerable.

The sound of his own heartbeat filled the room, the only reminder that, for now, he was still alive.

“It’s a masterpiece,” Ruiz whispered, almost reverently, as he placed his hand over Jack’s heart, feeling its perfect rhythm. “I have never seen anything so perfect.”

With a gesture, Ruiz signaled to his assistants, who quickly moved to bring in a strange machine—a cylindrical device filled with bubbling liquid. It had cables and tubes connected to various monitors and emitted a faint hum. Inside, Jack could see a thick, bright green fluid bubbling—the same liquid that had filled the tank where he had been submerged before.

“This device will keep your heart safe with all the files of your echocardiograms” Ruiz explained, his voice calm as he adjusted some controls on the machine. “We will extract it and connect it here, where it will keep beating indefinitely. We need it in perfect condition for the next phase: cloning.”

Jack’s eyes filled with horror as he realized what was about to happen. His own heart, his source of life, would be removed from his body, torn from its natural place, and placed into a machine that would keep it alive separately. And what would be left of him? How could he keep living without his heart?

Ruiz leaned over him, holding a device that looked like an extractor designed to separate the heart from the rest of the body. Jack felt unbearable pressure in his chest as the doctor’s hands manipulated his vital organ with almost inhuman precision. His eyes couldn’t look away from the screen, where he saw his own heart struggling to keep beating.

The moment arrived. Ruiz severed the last blood vessels, and suddenly, Jack felt an absolute emptiness in his chest.

He watched as his heart was slowly extracted from his body, still faintly beating in Ruiz’s hands. The doctor carefully placed it into the bubbling device, where it was immediately connected to a series of tubes and cables. The sound of its beating filled the room once more, but this time, it didn’t come from his body. His heart, floating in the greenish liquid, was still alive—but separated from him.

Jack felt a wave of nausea and terror. His chest was empty. Something unnatural was keeping him alive now, but it wasn’t him. It was an imitation, a machine. And even though his heart was still beating, it no longer belonged to him.

“Your heart will be cloned,” Ruiz continued, wiping his hands clean and observing the device with satisfaction. “It will be the first in a series of perfect hearts, destined for research… and to save lives at the Heart Farm. There, all your suffering will have been worth it.”

Jack, weak and barely conscious, could hardly process what he was hearing. His vision blurred, and only the mechanical sound of his heart in the machine kept him awake. He tried to take a deep breath, but each inhalation felt shallower than the last.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Dr. Ruiz adjusting the controls of the device that now held his heart, as the green bubbles slowly rose to the surface. His own life, beating inside a machine, far away from him.

And then, everything went dark.

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The Test, Chapter 5

Jack remained strapped to the metal stretcher, his hands and feet bound, his chest exposed as the pink gas filled the room like a dense fog. Though his heart continued to resist, his mind fought to avoid succumbing to despair. The rapid beeping of the monitor beside him was the only sound breaking the silence, the only reminder that he was still alive—but not for long.

Dr. Ruiz’s voice filled the room once more, sharp and methodical as ever. "Your heart has endured more than I anticipated, Jack. I must admit, I’m impressed. But you know what this means, don’t you? You’re an anomaly. The goal has always been to find someone like you—a heart that not only survives but improves under pressure. But I’m not done yet."

Jack swallowed hard, the weight of the doctor’s words pressing down on him. He knew Ruiz wouldn’t stop, not as long as there was more to test. The certainty of what lay ahead paralyzed him with fear.

Suddenly, a low, menacing hum emanated from the machines around him. Jack felt the electrodes attached to his chest begin to vibrate, sending small jolts through his skin—not enough to harm him, but enough to remind him that he was entirely at the mercy of the system.

The echocardiogram monitor flickered slightly, showing that Jack’s heart was still responding to the stress, pumping with steady force. Yet, Ruiz wasn’t satisfied.

"This will be your final test," Ruiz announced, and a chill ran down Jack’s spine. "The pink gas has started to dissipate, but the real trial begins now."

The hum of the machines grew louder, and Jack felt a sudden, piercing cold in his chest. It wasn’t like the cooling tank from earlier; this was sharper, more invasive, as though something were reaching into his very heartbeat.

"I’ve modified the electrodes," Ruiz continued in a calculated tone. "Now, they’re designed to stimulate your heart directly—but not like a pacemaker. This time, I want to see how your heart responds to pain."

Jack’s eyes widened in horror as the first shock struck his chest. It wasn’t the sharp jolt of a defibrillator; it was slower, more controlled. The impact didn’t make him jump but pressed into him from within, as though his own heart was being forced to beat with brutal strength.

Jack screamed. His chest convulsed painfully as the electrodes delivered another shock, this one stronger. On the screen, his heart rate spiked wildly, his heartbeat growing erratic as it struggled to match the rhythm Ruiz demanded.

"The resilience of your heart is extraordinary, but… can it withstand prolonged pain?" Ruiz’s voice was clinically detached, yet Jack could detect the excitement beneath it.

The monitor’s beeping grew frenzied, each sound echoing Jack’s body’s desperate fight. He felt his pulse in every fiber of his being, the pain radiating from his chest to his limbs. The stretcher seemed to vibrate under the intensity of his heartbeats. Though his vision blurred, he could still make out the echocardiogram’s flashing numbers—alarming, yet not failing.

Ruiz didn’t stop.

The shocks came one after another, each more powerful than the last. Jack’s muscles tensed involuntarily with each impact. His heart, though large and resilient, began to show signs of strain. Its rhythm grew increasingly irregular, and Jack felt as if his chest might shatter from the overwhelming stimulation.

"Incredible, Jack. Your heart continues to beat despite everything. But this will be the ultimate test."

The hum of the machines reached its peak. Ruiz, observing through a glass barrier, watched with calculating eyes as he initiated the final phase of the trial. This time, the shocks became continuous, almost without pause. The pain was unbearable. Jack screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the echo of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

The echocardiogram monitor displayed numbers climbing into impossible ranges. Jack’s heart was on the brink of collapse, and he knew it. Each beat felt like a hammer blow, each breath an impossible effort.

And then, suddenly, everything stopped.

The beating. The sound. The pain.

The screen showed a flat line. His heart had stopped.

Ruiz stood silent for a moment, observing. Then, without urgency, he activated the emergency defibrillator, sending a shock directly to Jack’s chest. His body jerked violently on the stretcher, but there was no response.

A second shock. Still nothing.

Ruiz frowned slightly, then picked up a syringe containing a bright orange liquid. He carefully injected it directly into Jack’s heart through a long needle that pierced the center of his chest.

Slowly, the heartbeat returned. First, a faint thud, then another. The monitor came back to life. Against all odds, Jack’s heart continued to fight.

Ruiz smiled. "It seems you’ve survived once again. But this time, Jack…" His voice grew darker, more menacing. "It’s time to finish this."

The final chapter is coming...