The soft rolling of wheels echoed through the hallway as the sound of yelling and shouts came from all other parts of the laboratory. The short man wheeling down the bed seemed to pay no mind to the sounds of pain and forgiveness. Vixen could hear it all, every single thing. That is one thing special, about Dragari, they can hear things whether their conscious or not. She flicked her ears, trying to block the sound out only to fail and make it worse.
"There there Star, you must learn to ignore them if you wish to proceed to live here."
The man wheeling the bed spoke, his voice rather rough. This man was balding heavily of his light grey hair. He wore a white lab coat, stained with a red fluid from not to earlier. His black undershirt and pants hung loosey and dragged behind him as he walked.
"What...?" Responed Vixen, a hint of confusing in her tone, "Live here.. in the lab..?"
"Quiet right my dear subject."
That word hit Vixen like a rock. Subject,what did he mean? Would she end up like the screaming victims across the hallway and in the confined rooms, bursting wounds all over their backs and arms?
She cringed slightly at the thought of needles and syringes being stabbed at her, the restraints holding her chest, arms and, legs down seemed to loosen as the bed came to a stop. "Here we are, get up and change out of those horrid cloths." Vixen seemed shocked by the males words, but she did as told. She sat up and pulled her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and walking over to a room, surrounded by a white, lacey curtain.
Vixen figured the cloths she'd be forced to wear would have a normal plain look, just plain white with the lab logo on the back or the left side of the chest sewd onto it.
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She was of course right, as the man who had forced her into this place had the very same logo on the chest of his lab coat. Vixen sighed walking into the small room, the white jumpsuit awaiting her on the small bench in the corner of the room.
After what seemed about thirty minutes she made her way out of the room, wearing the jumpsuit. She held her ordinary cloths in the other hand, her hat folded neatly on top of them.
"I thought we told you to change." Spoke the man, glaring at her coldly. "I did.." She responed, her ears flicking slightly.
"Then what about your..." He moved his hands through the air, trying to find the right word, "Your.. mask.."
"What about it?" Vixen snapped at him, a light hint of blue showing through her mask's eyes.
"Take it off." The man said sternly, "Or we'll force you."
Vixen laughed loudly. "You'll, FORCE me?!" She kept laughing, dropping her clothing at her side, "What's a little old man like you gonna do!?"
He glared down at her, snapping his figures.
Darkness surrounded Vixen's vision, she tried pulling herself up, but failed.
