Her Journey Home

Code Black

"Ugh, what happened?" I said. I looked around me and found nothing new. My tail was still the colorless thing it is along with my hair. When I tried standing up, a shocking pain in my arm arose. In that instant I covered the open wound. It wasn't bleeding, but it hurt really badly. I removed my hand to check on it just to find that almost my entire arm was purple. It was ombred in a way that it amazed me. It's almost like my skin color is changing completely. As if the genes were changing their code. I looked over at my right arm to see if the same phonemic event happening, but no. It was the same. Once again I had tried standing up. This time I was successful. Right when I got up, a chuckles came from the shadows in front of me. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Or should I say afternoon?" said Dr. Syco. I rolled my eyes and scoffs at his gesture. "Considering you injected me with a chemical...." I then replied. He smiled and shrugged. He knew what he did and he wasn't going to hide it. That amused me. A soft chuckle then escaped my lips and caught onto him. "Sorry about that too, didn't realize it was that strong," he apologized. Somehow in some way I just shrugged it off. I guess I really didn't give any cares. "Don't worry about it. I gotta get used to it sometime or another," I then replied. What was I saying? Let alone why?! Before I knew it, the cell door unlocked and opened. "Follow me," he ordered. Since I was bored out of my mind, I had done so. Another experiment? This is a laboratory after all. Soon I was face to face with the white testing room once again. I didn't really feel any emotions. I wasn't scared, upset, or nervous. I was perfectly calm as if I were fine with it. Without asking or anything, I was strapped down to the cold table and facing a large machine. The part closest to me was sharp and pointed, almost like a needle. The back part was more like a cube or rectangular prism. Wires ran from the wall to the crazy machine and from the machine to a control board. That is where Syco had stood. I watched as he turned the machine on. The pointed end of the machine then started to glow a bright lime green. It got to the point to where I had to close my eyes. It was that bright. Seconds later an ear splitting screech came from the machine. Wait no, it was coming from me. The laser was now on me and sending an awful feeling. It felt as if someone had stabbed me in stomach. About ten more minutes of this torture, I begin to drift off. I could hear the machine powering down and the alarms blaring. I could hear Syco yelling, "CODE BLACK, I REPEAT CODE BLACK!" Not long after hearing those things, I was asleep.