Metamorphosis || Karl Heisenberg

Chapter 12

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Heisenberg led Circe back through the factory and to the outside world. She would do less damage if she lost control, but she felt so vulnerable doing it out where it was so open. Anyone could waltz on up and see what was happening. It could blow their cover completely if it happened at the wrong time.

"You ready, buttercup?" she heard Heisenberg ask. A metal chair flew from, well, Circe had absolutely no idea, but it landed close to where they had trained all those days ago. "Sit. I'm gonna ask you some questions. See if it rattles any of those gears in that pretty little mind of yours."

She obediently walked over with a sluggishness to sit down in the chair, using her hair to cover the blush on her cheeks his words had caused. It was colder than the air outside. The weather seemed like it was getting cooler as the days went by; it would probably be winter here soon.

Circe looked up at the cloudy sky. There was something about the way they were floating that made her get a feeling of longing she couldn't place yet.

"Okay. So," he gestured outward with his hands, making sure that she was looking at him instead of above. "This is going to be a bit tedious, bear with me. What's your name?"

Circe tilted her head to the side and her brow dipped. She already knew her name, and she was certain he also knew her name. It was one of the first things she found out about herself. Perhaps, this is what he meant about being tedious. "My name is Circe," she replied, but her expression didn't change from one of confusion.

"Good. Now, how old are you?"

"Oh. Uh," this one made her think. She had no idea how old she was. She didn't even know how old she was during the one memory she was able to recover. "I don't know."

"That's fine. Just test questions. Just make sure you think about them when I ask," he was crouching now, looking up at her in the chair. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from..." she knew where she was from, at least, she could make an educated guess. She was from some lab, some facility, or hospital, but she didn't know any details. "I'm from...an experimentation place?"

"Well, sweetheart, that's something! Keep thinking about that," he encouraged, as he stood up to start walking around her in the chair. "What can you tell me about this...experimentation place?"

She felt like she had a lot to say now, despite only having one memory to go off on. "What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Everything you know," he was behind her now, close. "Close your eyes. What do you see?"

Circe looked at a particularly long weed growing near her feet before she closed her eyes. There was a pang of panic that suddenly filled her chest. She did not want to do this.

You're safe. You're safe.

She took a deep breath.

You're safe.

"I remember...the room smelled clean," her voice sounded far away, at least to her ears. She let herself go back to the beginning of the memory, but only as if she were viewing it from above. It was moving in slow motion. "Everything is white. The walls, the floor. There is no carpet."