Chapter Two - The Exception to the rule.

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I know what cars are, What they do. I know that they move you from one place to another. I didn't know what to expect though, I didn't know how it would feel to move while I was sitting still. On the outside I forced my face to remain blank of emotion, but on the inside everything was beginning to boil over. When the car started I held back a yelp.

The car moved slightly and I could feel a humming vibration beneath me, it began to began to move, slow at first, and then faster once it pulled out on to the road. The outside world blurred together, as I looked out the window, My eyes had trouble adjusting to the change in velocity and I began to feel nauseated. I closed my eyes and pictured Zander, then Bob, Gilly and Toby. The nausea drained away after a few minutes.

I didn't reopen my eyes until the car stopped. The two big burly men laughed at something then hopped out of the car.

“Come on, The doctor's waiting.” One of the guards said as he opened the door and yanked me out.

I moved like a rag doll, there wasn't any point fighting any of this. I was powerless. My strength was nothing compared to his, and I doubted even my speed could help me.

I walked between the two men, toward the 'castle' It was a beautiful structure, impeccably designed, with intricate details. Every part of it was perfection. Twins liked perfection.

The inside of the building was just as perfect, everything had it's own place. The floor, the walls, the ceiling we're all a glossy, but immaculate white. It was so clean and bright that it was almost blinding. I looked down at my arms and realized for the first time how dirty I looked.

The two guards stopped in front of a door that read “testing area”. They pressed a button and after what seemed like minutes a voice replied.

“You have the subject?” The man asked.

“33938, watch out Doc, she's a real firecracker.” One of the guards joked.

“Imogen. Wonderful. Bring her through.” The doctor spoke slowly, his voice was calm and soft. He sounded nice, Trust worthy even, but he had been directly responsible for the deaths of 10 others before me. 10 innocent lives ended for a serum he was testing.

The guards opened the now unlocked door and pushed me through.

“See you tomorrow sweetheart when I take you to the cemetery love” The more vocal one slurred as the door shut behind me.

The room was as white as the hall had been, except in the middle of the floor it had a bed, beside the bed were an array of medical tools, some I recognized from books, others I didn't. By the door where I stood was a long white desk and a computer. It was like color suddenly ceased to exist, I wanted to go back outside where I had finally seen beautiful colors after a lifetime of seeing nothing. All this crisp whiteness was as draining as damp darkness had been. One of the walls was pure mirrored glass, I walked in front of it and pulled at my long knotty hair. I hadn't cut it for years, the underground was generally low on anything useful. I hated it being so long, hated how it sat just above my hips. My face was smeared with dirt, and my clothes looked so black it was hard to believe they'd ever been white. I wasn't perfect, I wasn't one of them.

The doctor opened a different door, one to the left of the mirror and walked inside.. He looked me up and down and pointed to a shower in the corner.

“Rinse off please. There is soap to your left and a gown to your right.”

The closest I'd been to a shower was the taps that consistently dripped cold water in the underground.

I looked at the shower, hesitant to strip off in front of a man.

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