Test Subjects #Wattys2015

Remembering

-•~Rose's POV~•-

I stare at my little brother with wide eyes as he lifts one paw at a time, examining his new cat form. Rye transformed into a sleek black cat with bright purple eyes. I never understood everything the tag meant when I read it. I was especially confused about my weapon.

Name: Rosella "Rose" Greywood

Element: Water

Age: 15

Weapon: Morphing Necklace; Sword and Trident

Animal Transformation: Fish

It was all a big grey cloud, covering my mind, but once you got through the cloud, there was a thick fog right after. Rye turned back into his human form when a shriek came from one of the girls (of which I had no knowledge of since I felt like I shouldn't read their tags). She tumbled over a rock and fell over ontop of the other boy.

"Hey, calm down," I say, walking over to her. I help her up and she looks at me worriedly. "Why don't you read the tag on your neck?" I ask. The girl lifts up the tag as I glance over her head, reading it with her.

Name: Isla O'Reilly

Element: Earth

Age: 12

Weapon: Bow and Sword

Animal Transformation: Doe

"Isla...that's my name," the girl says, smiling. Instantly, Isla frowns, looking up at me. "But, that doesn't really mean anything to me."

I nod my head. "I know," I look back at Rye and say, "we just woke up ourselves and don't know much either besides our names and other confusing stuff." Isla gently nods. Then her fearful face turns into a sinister smile and she says, "Doe," The next I know, she's walking on four thin legs and eating grass. I take a step back, eyeing her slim deer body as she approaches me slowly. I hear Rye in the background laughing. I've never seen a person turn into a cat or a deer before (or that I know of...), so don't judge me if I'm frightened by weird things, I think.

I roll my eyes, looking back at Rye and giving him a smirk. I walk straight up to Isla and pet her. Then she hits me with her hoof in the leg. I crumple to the ground, holding my leg in pain. I don't think she realized how much that hurts. I slap Isla's deer form and she morphs back. "Do you two twelve-year-olds need to act so childish in this confusing time?" I ask, annoyed, rubbing my leg.

"Lighten up, Rose," Rye says, trying to suppress a smile.

"Hey, I would be a bit more relaxed if I knew where we were, who we are, and what the heck is going on. And if there weren't two sleeping people on the ground that look like corpses," I retort, eyeing the other two. I said they look like corpses, but their serene expression makes me feel a little more comfortable.

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I suggested we start a fire and forage for food since we were in a cold, heavily wooded forest. Our small open area was quiet and peaceful; I had dragged and laid the two sleeping others near a tree. I hope they wake up soon. That's one reason why I stayed behind, the other was trying to start a fire (and Rye and Isla could transform into a land animals and hunt for food while I couldn't). I looked around for flint and dry twigs. Finding the twigs was the easy part, but flint was no where to be seen. Instead, I found a sharp rock to hopefully make use of. Good thing we all had warm jackets.

I never realized how much knowledge I actually had since I didn't know who I was except for the tag. But, I seem to know a lot about building fires and what to use to make one. I gather a bunch of large stones and pile them up in a good-sized circle. I lay some extra smaller stones in the middle then add the twigs. I begin trying to scratch some sparks into the fire pit and blowing on the twigs so they catch fire. I scratch and scrape with more and more sparks, but nothing, not even a single flicker of a flame, lit. My element is water. Why am I trying to make a fire? Then a spark lands on my forearm, causing it to burn. Suddenly, I remember something of where I was before we were here.

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I feel the tip of the needle sink into my vein as the burning serum fills my blood. I only see people in light grey lab coats and goggles, scrutinizing my every move. I lift my head up enough to see that all five of us are in that room. The room is white with white LED lights above me, but the mobile lamp in my face is black. I feel sluggish and everything goes dark. I wake up once more in a bed with cyan sheets and a dark blue comforter. The carpet is sea green color and so is the table lamp. The others are in their own color cordinated rooms in the circular white room. Rye's were blacks, greys, and purples; Isla's were greens, golds, and browns; the other girl's were whites, silvers, and sky blues; the other boy's were reds, oranges, yellows; mine were aquamarines, all sorts of blues, and other assorments of sea greens.
The scene then shifts...
I'm on-no not on, but strapped to a cold metal table with tubes, wires, moniters, electrodes, and IV's all attached to me in several places. A giant ocean blue light is hovering above me. I'm in a room that is covered in black tile, including the cealing. I then begin to feel all the serums and chemiclas being injected into my bloodstream. I counted seven tubes in my arms; four on the right, three on the left all pouring in different colored blue liquids. The five IV's in my left hand are gushing gallons of water into my veins and arteries, mixing with the chemicals and serums. I am in excrutiating pain as my cardiovascular system is being flushed out of blood and substituted by concoctions. I want to cry and scream, but something won't allow me to move or speak like I'm paralyzed; only tears fall from my eyes. I even feel my lungs slowly filling up with water instead of blood. I feel as heavy as a rock when I hear a beeping noise. All the fluids have stopped flowing inside of me. A man in a black lab coat grins at me, holding a syringe filled with a crystally blue liquid. He puts the needle in my neck and plunges its contents into me.
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A boyish yell snaps me back to reality. I'm shaking to death, but I instantly rush over to the side of the other boy who was in a deep sleep. I wonder why the other one is taking so long, I think. The boy is trembling as much as I am. I try to say something to him, but my mind is still in a daze from what I remembered (or, more so, had to live through again). Then Rye and Isla come back with their game they had managed to find. They set down the food and come over to me and the boy, and Rye asks, "What's your name?"