Chapter One: Waking Up
The small rather plump man in a white scientific coat walked down an unusually clean hall. He peered into one of the glass; small and rather rectangular shaped window; he murmured something to another man in the same uniform standing beside him, he scratched something down onto a paper which was filled with tiny letters and numbers placed strangely somehow forming a circle. The plump man straightened up and kept walking, at a faster pace then before, the other man quickly followed after him. They walked on for a short while sometimes stopping to see what was happening in other windows. Before long they had both entered one of those rooms.
"Is this the one?" the plump one said to a young women who nodded as she let the two men in. The man with the paper started scribbling down faster than he had any other time.
"How do you know this one fits?" the women stared at him for a moment and started to whisper to the plump man who only nodded. As everyone was talking about the white marble topped bench with straps to contain the thing it held. It stirred. Everyone within the room fell silent.
The room before him was blurred, the scene was quite different from what it had been before. Though it couldn't remember much of it. The room still smelt like disinfectant but had much more people in it then before. His hands clamped onto the sides of the bench everything he touched felt soft between his fingers; almost like a toy. It was as though he was on the surface of life. Mumbled voice sprang into action, making his head ache, although they were whispering it almost seemed as if they were shouting. Though one of the voices was seemed sharper then the others it said "Should we feed more into it? Make it stronger?"
Another women answered the man sharply "It's the only one thats survived these tests. If we do anything else to it, we may kill it. We'll have to keep it under care for a few more days to see why this only worked on him."
Thoughts were racing through his mind. Why were everyone calling him it? Didn't he have a name? He turned his head slightly and whole room went silent.
"We should sedate it. Before it finds out what it can do." the women's voice rang out. The women who had been talking rounded on him, she was tall with deep blue eyes and long brown hair tied up in a pony tail. She was wearing glasses that were very thick, very bulky white gloves and a long white scientific coat everything was sharper than it had before these 'tests'. She bent down to his right arm, as she grabbed it he pulled away jerkily breaking the heavy straps as he did. She stared at him for a moment frightened then straightened up grabbing his hand more determinedly, forcing in the needle before he could move again.
As the fluid made its way through his body he felt himself grow ridged as he was thrown back into darkness.
When he woke up again he had been placed in yet another room. There was someone close to him sleeping deeply. This room was a grey colour, the lights had been dimmed and his neck had been strapped to the marble including his body, arms and legs. These were tighter but not choking him.
He twisted his neck slowly making sure not to snap the straps this time, he did not know his strength and neither did they. He gaze focused on another marble bench which was similar to his but had less straps and more medicines attachments. He had been placed with another human (hopefully), from his perception the thing lying there was a girl.
He waited what seemed like a long time for her to wake up. He was not comfortable at all lying on a cold marble surface but he could not do much about this.
The thing made out a sharp breath as it woke up. There was something wrong with her, it didn't seem right. She almost sounded as if she had trouble breathing. He craned his neck trying to get a better view of her but he could not see her properly. He pulled his hand up, ripping the straps effortlessly from the marble. The girl from the other marble table wrenched her head over forcing the straps to move with her. She almost choked trying to make this happen.
He lifted his arm, bringing the other one with him too, breaking the straps that bind him there obviously scared her as she could not of done it. He yanked his legs up and the used his hands to pull off the last remaining one on his neck.
She hadn't said anything during that time only stared at him. "Are you okay?" a voice said seeming to be his.
The girls eyes widened, she was surprised that he had said anything. Nearly as surprised as he was. "I'm okay." said her sweet voice, that seemed rather croaky.
"Do you need help with the..." his voice trailed off as he traced where the straps had once been tied to him.
The girl nodded, as he got up he looked around the place they were in was small but had no other people in it. Although there was a large glass window which had been painted black, it seemed pretty pointless to have in this area of space. There were taps and sinks and different various supplies in different spaces.
The girl lying there had a white long unshaped dress. She was about fifteen and looked unwell. Her eyes were a very bright but deep green; her hair was a bleached blonde not quite matching the dress but getting close.
He moved towards her neck to pull it off, she flinched away from him as he pulled the straps off her. He could hear her let out a breath of relief and took it that he could help with everything else. He took all straps off of her. He didn't know if he should say anything. He didn't know what he was doing their, but she was the one to say something, and it was one of the simplest of questions.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He's mind stumbled. What was his name? Had he been named? He couldn't of been this old without having a name. How old was he? He looked down at the spotless floor trying to figure out the answer to this question.
"I'm not sure. What is yours?" he had not none what else to say. He couldn't make a name up. It was given to you.
"Beth French. Everyone has a name? Why don't you?" she questioned. His mind exploded with questions about himself; but he betrayed no sign of his emotions on the outside.
"I don't know... Why are we here?" his voice echoed around the room, nothing in here was right, whose to say the world wasn't right?
"Well... I'm not sure why we're here. But I can see you're extremely strong and I'm definitely not. These people want us in here for a reason, I'm not sure about why yet." her voice seemed desolate.
He was a little disappointed in her answer, he thought there was an exciting answer to it. There was nothing for her to ask about him as he did not know the first thing about himself, which upset him and he was not sure why "You've got a lot of attachments." he pointed out to her, even though she already knew that.
"I don't think the tests worked on me well." her voice sounded dry as she said that. He nodded smiling at her, not knowing what to say.
He could her breath tighten and grow thin, he wasn't sure if this was normal or not. Her hand moved to her chest, trying to clutch it. She seemed to be in pain, coughing a bit he could see red on the inside of her mouth, should could be choking on her own blood; he thought to himself quickly.
Before he could do anything people ran through the door on the other end. Doctors, nurses hopefully someone who could cure her. He stepped back to let them through, Beth was lying there white and cold.
His head was spinning, something moist fell from his eyes. His hand went up feeling his cheek, he could not understand why that happened.
The women who had sedated him before walked into the room, her eyes narrowing on him walked over to him with a cold frown on her face. She looked over at Beth and turned her eyes towards him with a furious look on her profile "I leave that room for a minute-" she said pointing over to the glass windows "and you end up killing her. Really we thought you might be okay with someone like you."
He shook his head annoyed "She was kind to me. You were the ones who killed her!" he said pointing to her. The women only rolled her eyes.
"You better come with me." she said walking towards the door, stopping to open it and waiting for him, he looked toward Beth "There's nothing you can do about her."
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Science Fiction"As everyone was talking about the white marble topped bench with straps to contain the thing it held. It stirred. Everyone within the room fell silent. The room before him was blurred, the scene was quite different from what it had been before. Tho...
