Scarlet

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Castor

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

- Edgar Allan Poe

Castor wasn't sure that this was right. This dream was way too happy. He was in a white room full of random adorable animals. There were turtles, hedgehogs, kittens, puppies, and even some baby foxes, their big blue eyes staring into his heart, making him cringe. Castor bit his lip and looked around. There had to be some sort of catch to this fluffy room. He brushed some stray puppy fur off of his jeans and plopped down, sighing. He felt something soft under his legs and jumped up, afraid he had been sitting on an animal. Looking up at him with its blue-green eyes was the most adorable lizard he had ever seen, and Castor usually didn't like reptiles. Its scales were lime green and its tail was long and curled. Castor reached his hand out to it slowly. The eyes followed the fingers and, after a long five minutes, the creature decided that it was not going to be harmed by them. So, the lizard hopped up onto Castor's hand, the tiny claws tickling his skin and making him laugh, and proceeded to walk up his left arm and onto his shoulder. Then, after admiring the lizard's huge eyes, Castor walked forward, looking for any sign of an exit. Finding none, he frowned.

"Are you giving up?"

Castor jumped, startled at the sound of a voice. He spun 360 degrees around, but could not find the source. The lizard's claws dug into his shirt, tearing through the fabric and puncturing the skin. Castor winced and took the scaly creature off of his shoulder.

"What's wrong with you?"

The lizard replied, "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?"

Castor's eyes bulged. "Did you just...talk?"

The creature rolled its eyes, "Yes, of course. Who do think it was, the puppy?"

It nodded to a small ball of light brown fur bundled in the corner or the room. Castor stared at the lizard with disbelief. "Like a talking puppy is any stranger than a talking lizard-"

The creature laughed, "You still haven't figured it out yet, have you?"

Castor furrowed his eyebrows. "Figured out what?"

"What I am! I'm not a lizard."

He tried not to laugh. "Of course you're not."

I guess it didn't understand sarcasm. It jumped off of Castor's hand and seemed to warp in the air. A swirl of lime green was all he could see for two seconds, and then, standing there in midst of the adorable animals, was the cutest thing Castor had ever seen, even cuter than the lizard. It was a girl, with light blonde hair, turquoise eyes like the lizards, a lime-green t-shirt with a black leather jacket, and jeans. Her face was dotted with freckles and she looked extremely annoyed. She held out her hand and Castor took it.

"My name is Liz, and I'm experiment 12."