Chapter 45
When we run away from the underground laboratory I never thought of being in one again. It never cross in my mind to be in a laboratory again with apparatuses and chemicals sticking, prowling inside my body.
“What do you want from me?” I ask.
He opens a vial and instructs his scientist to do something in my head. “I know how deep your bond is with your brother so I am not going to waste my time asking you information I doubt you’re going to answer truthfully. Instead, I’ll just get it directly from your brain. Don’t worry dear, I too have deep bond with my students so I promise this won’t hurt a bit.” Professor Great explains. What have I been doing with my intelligence? Why didn’t I think of Professor Great behind the orders of the mutation experiments? He is a Kent after all.
They position two clamp like device on either side of my head and inject something on my neck. The clamp like device starts to come close and sharp pointed metals appear on various inner parts of the device. It starts to spin like a drilling machine my dad used to use in fixing all sorts of things in our house. I shout in deep pain as it goes deeper into my head, drilling my skull like it’s some kind of wood.
“Everything is ready” clears the scientist in the purest lab gown I’ve ever seen and waves at someone indicating to proceed with the experiment.
I cry and shout as a green light blinds me and burns both my head and vision. Everything is painful – the green light, struggling to get out, crying, and shouting – everything is too painful.
Hours of excruciating pain doesn’t stop even when they pulled out the clamp like drilling device. I feel warm, sticky blood flows from the holes in my head as they let me into a standing position, though I am still strap. My vision isn’t restored yet and I feel that it will never be restored again.
“Professor Wood worked smarter than we anticipated, sir. Apparently he suppressed her episodic memory by dosing a memory pill. She doesn’t remember any events with him including the time and place they were together.”
“Well, can we retrieve it?!” Professor Great shouts in deep anger.
I feel someone push me into a lying position again, examining my head. “The pill is a strong memory inhibition, it can take months before the effect wears off. If we force it, we might erase all of her memory permanently.” He explains.
The scientists exchange explanations to Professor Great and I hear everything. It hurts to know that Professor Wood killed himself before the scientists even know anything about the experiments that’s why they are frustrated to find James. The pill that Professor Wood dosed me was some kind of suppressor that will only take effect when memories are forced to be extracted, just like what they did to me. He must have thought that things will end badly that’s why he did that to me.
Of all the things Professor Wood is, the one thing I will remember most is his intelligence. His intelligence made us get through things. He saved us and even in his death he still made a way to protect all of us. I’m glad I trusted him.
I hear metals rumble and drop to the floor. “Fine! For the mean time test the prototype serum we found on the underground laboratory with those filthy Mixed Blood rebels. We didn’t get them out for nothing.” Professor Great orders. The way he says things are very different from the professor who made me study thick books every night. “Bring her to chamber 3.”
They radiate my eyes with something that feels cool and after times of blinking, my vision is restored. I find myself in a plain cemented room with no windows and railed door. I try to get up but I am restrained by chain on my ankles. I can only move inches away from a bed. I am like a caged animal, trap into nothingness awaiting for my slaughter.
Days passed so easily and every time they put me out and let those clamp like drill my head to see if my memory of James’s whereabouts are surfacing again all I do is cry in pain. I can’t do anything besides crying. Sometimes, I hear the cries and shouts of the Mixed Blood rebels. Most of them are men, but I’ve seen a red-headed girl last night just before I take her turn in being experimented with. It’s not just the drilling that they do to me. Most of the times they insert my body in a tube with blue and red lights look at my body intensely, there are times too when they just inject different serums in any part of my body just to know if it works or dangerously enough to discontinue.
“Can someone tell me a good news?!” Professor Great shouts. “I am not paying you to toy with their brains! I need results! Results!” he shouts louder and I can feel his anger sinking into my bones.
“Um.” One of the scientist starts, racing his hand. I notice his bronze skin and right there on I know he’s from Erda. Professor Wood once told me how Erdas are deeply against experiments like this. I guess his wrong, not all of them are the same. “Chamber 3 has reacted differently with the serum we injected the other day. Actually sir, the serum didn’t take effect on her at all.” He informs.
They’re already treating us worse than animals, can they just address us with better names at least?
“Of course.” He calmly says.
I suddenly fear for my life. If he finds out that he can recreate something like my brother with my blood as its life system then it will be over for both us – James and I. He’ll keep me hidden and thus letting my brother die without a chance to fight.
“Change of plans.” He says. “Do the mutation experiment on chamber 3 rather than chamber 17. I’m sure the result will vary from what we expect.”
“Time for their reunion.”
