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CHAPTER ONE: Mutiny

CHAPTER ONE: Mutiny

Scott's eyes fluttered open. There were scientists standing around him, dressed in clean white lab coats. Or...sort of white. Everything had a bit of a reddish hue to it at the moment. Many of them held clipboards and were jotting down notes as they exchanged words in hushed voices. Scott let out a groan.

His first coherent thought was 'Where am I?'. He didn't dare ask this, of course. After all, usually when you're surrounded by a bunch of scientists and have no idea where you are, the answer would not be the reassuring. Something shiny caught his eye. When Scott turned his head to look at what it was, he gasped. Scalpels and other surgical tools lay, newly cleaned, on a small metal cart next to a petite asian girl. Of course, all of them were still tinted that odd maroon color. Had he woken up during the middle of his surgery? Did...did he even have any surgeries scheduled? Scott didn't think so, but you never knew. And if he was in a surgery, would he have to be cut open while he was awake? That thought made his skin crawl.

Poor Scott. He had no clue how bad things were really going to get.

Scott opened his mouth to speak. He was a bit surprised when an unfamiliar voice came out of his mouth, though. "W-what happened?" He stammered, his eyes wide and beads of sweat dripping down his head. That voice...it was strange. He could almost say that it was inhuman. He definitely didn't like it. What happened to his voice that made it sound like that? He couldn't remember sounding like that before. But, of course...he couldn't remember much right now. Of anything, really.

One of the scientists perked up at his voice. The scientist looked to him and let out a loud, nasally laugh. "You don't remember? Foolish boy. Agent Mothman will have a nice piece of you for forgetting what you did to him." The scientist went back to scribbling out his notes, but a sneer was still plastered to his face.

Scott felt a shiver run down his spine. He...he didn't do something...bad to someone, did he? He didn't remember doing anything. He tried to push himself up to tell the scientist about his confusion, when he realized he was actually strapped to the cold metal table that he was lying on. He wasn't going to be able to get up no matter how much he wanted to. Instead of continuing to struggle, Scott decided to have a look around. His eyes immediately went back to the cart of shiny surgical equipent and the nervous woman cleaning them. Something was familiar about her. Something about her eyes...

Scott started to flip through different people he knew. The first one that came up was "Lena". Who was Lena...? His brain said something about high school, but nothing else registered. The name "Lena" somehow seemed to fit the woman. Hmm...he tilted his head, studying her some more. He felt something move on top of his head as he did, swaying to the side. If he had his hands free, he would have swatted at whatever they were, but he didn't have his hands free, so he just let the the thought go.

The same scientist from before had stopped taking notes, and was still smirking at Scott. Scott frowned back at him. "What?"

"I see you're interested in Dr. Allen's assistant, Lena, otherwise known as Agent Tunaghost to the SEN." He stated, snorting. "Fat chance you'll get anywhere with her. She's a shy little thing. Never comes out too much."

"...Oh." Scott was not interested in her the way the scientist was suggesting, but either way the scientist's nonchalant comment gave him information. The girl's name was in fact Lena, and it was a high probability that she was the Lena that matched with his brain's simple suggestion to a girl at High School. He still had no idea who she really was, why they called her Tunaghost or what the SEN was, but it was a start.

Of course, he still had no information on HIMSELF or why HE was here, but that was something else to think about later.

Scott heard doors open behind him. He twisted his head to see who was walking through them, but you'll find that it's very hard to turn your head when you're strapped to a table. So Scott kept his head turned forward, waiting. Something brushed his shoulder, and when Scott looked down to see what it was, he saw that it was a gloved hand.