The Changing{put on hold}

Chapter 2

I'm taken aback by a pair of green eyes. The man, who looks like he is in his early 60's, steps forward tentatively. He is a bulky man with faded tattoos, something we dont often see around my side of town.

He sits down in the chair and tenses as our eyes meet again. I think of ways to soothe the man.

"If you are going to try and help just save it" he snaps in his husky voice.

I flinch at his words and run my fingers through my dirty blonde hair.

"Wha- What's your name?" I ask stuttering. He looks at me, his green eyes clouding over, "Charles". I smirk at the new information "Charles" I repeat drawing out the r.

This seems to calm him because then he says "And yours?". I smile but then remember Via's instructions. "It doesn't matter" I mumble, stripping all possible emotion away from my voice.

I look to my left and pick up the needle. "Neck or Forearm?" I say as I uncap the needle.

"Forearm" Charles replies with a sigh.

I do as instructed and position the needle right above the inside crease of his elbow.

I suck in a breath as I begin the process.

I keep my eyes on Charles as his mind wanders, the serum obviously taking place. I relax a little in my chair and wait for it to be over.

A few minutes later Charles stirs from his otherwise still process. I immediately look up at him and prepare for the boom. He begins to squirm and he clenches the armrests of the chair he is seated in. He screams out in pain as if he was being burned. I hear the crackle of the intercom as Via's voice comes through.

"Stay calm and do as told Skylar"

Listening to instructions I watch on as Charles's screams become more frequent. I can feel my stomach churning as the noise goes on. I bury my head in my hands and just wait for it all to stop.

Soon the noise stops and I open my eyes. Charles is looking up at me with a tear stained face. He takes one look at me and his face twists up into a grotesque look.

"I didn't mean to do it" he mumbles over and over. I quickly stand and walk over to the door. I open it and clear my throat, signaling that it is his time to leave. He sighs heavily and stands up. As he walks past me and into the hallway he mumbles those six words again.

I close the door and slump against it.

The intercom crackles again and a different voice congratulates me and sends in the second out of my three patients. I quickly walk over and open the cabinet in the all white room. I grab another syringe from and fill it with the clear liquid. I throw the used syringe away and prep my station.

The door opens then and a small figure steps through. I look up to meet the eyes of my next patient.

She's a short woman with blue eyes and tangled brown hair. I could tell that she was once very beautiful but her skinny figure and dirty clothes tell me otherwise.

I fix my white lab coat and motion to the chair. She sits quickly and cranes her neck, giving me the perfect position.

I can tell she doesn't want to drag this out. With that I stuck the needle into the crook of her neck. I prepare to start the journey of watching this middle aged woman. She remains expressionless as the process begins.

She finishes within minutes, and unlike Charles, stays quiet. I purse my lips as I cross the room and open the door for her. She leaves and again I find myself getting ready for my third and final victim.

With my back towards the door it opens.

"Skylar?" a familiar voice calls.

I turn around and gasp at who is standing in front of me.