Forlot - Books 10-12

Chapter Forty-Four

I do not know what led up to it, but the next thing that I knew, I found myself awakening from deep slumber. My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned. I was chilly and unsure why. I was wearing my regular pants and long-sleeved shirt.

My back and the back of my legs were touching something that was as cold as winter. I lifted my head - and was on the verge of screaming. I am surprised that I never did.

I was lying on a metal table. You know. Those tables that are used to put dead people on.

Wait. Was I dead?

I took notice of my hands, which were the only parts of my flesh that were not covered by clothing other than my head and neck. Thank gosh. I was still alive.

I attempted to lift my arms, however, two objects were holding them down. The objects were a dark brown and wrapped around my wrists.

This time, I cried out bloody murder. I was strapped onto the table!

My eyes darted to my ankles, and it was then that my theory was confirmed. Like in some horror movies, my wrists and ankles were strapped onto a cold table. And when this occurred, it usually meant the poor person would be the experiment.

I frowned and growled. I could feel both the fear and anger boiling inside of me. I struggled and squirmed, wanting to break free. Sadly, it was no use.

"Maxwell!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "What have you done?! Why did you do this to me, you son of a—"

I heard tsk-tsking, and a black figure came into view. The man stepped out from the darkness and into the light. My gut was telling me that it was Dr. Maxwell. Unfortunately, it was correct.

Dr. Maxwell had on an evil grin. His hands were hiding behind his back, and he stood by me.

"Hi, sweetie," he said. "It is such a relief for you to be awake."

"Do not call me sweetie! Did you do this?! Let me go!"

"I am afraid that I cannot allow you to leave."

"And why the heck not?! What would you gain from me?!"

"Why, a unique and exciting daughter."

Both my forehead and palms began sweating when he commented that.

"E-exciting?" I stammered.

"You are nothing like Eleanor. You are unique because there is no one else like you. There are too many Eleanor clones."

"C-clones?"

"You are exciting because you have the adventure in you. Plus, you prefer monsters over humans. Do you even realize how happy that makes me?"

"So? That still does not change the fact that I am not your daughter!"

"You will be very soon. I promise." He held my face in his hands and stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. "You were brainwashed by your biological parents and your sister. They are not fond of monsters. Have you ever wondered why that is?"

My face twisted in disgust. I hated when he touched my skin.

"We all have our advantages and disadvantages. Our interests and disinterests. If one member in the family does not enjoy one particular show, does that mean that the rest of the family cannot either?"

"You are missing it, my sweet."

"Stop referring to me as your sweet, sweetie, and sweetheart! I am not your daughter!"

"Maxwell. Is your daughter all set for the surgery?" an unknown voice said.

Dr. Maxwell removed his hands from me and faced the darkness. "Yes, Dr. Frost. I was just trying to get her to relax. It is too bad that it did not work."

Dr. Frost? That name sounded familiar.
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"This...this is great news!" she exclaimed with excitement. "Quick, Ava. You must take me to him."

"Was his name Dr. Frost? That crazy man who murdered innocent people by operating on them and preserving their organs?"

"He did it because of the Lubriem! Now stop stalling and take me to him!"
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Oh, no. Oh my gosh. Dr. Frost is Mary Sue's father!

I prayed that he was not as insane as his daughter. Well, considering that he killed people in the past and kept their organs...

Hold on? Was he going to take any of my organs?! Goodbye, cruel world.

A man whom I guessed was Dr. Frost stepped into the light. He had short and curly brown hair and wore rubber gloves and a surgical mask over his mouth. He also wore a blue, short-sleeved shirt, beige pants, and gray shoes. There were green stains on his shirt, which made me even more scared.

"Hello...Margie, is it?" he said. "I am Dr. Simon Frost. However, you must call me Dr. Frost for this procedure."

"P-procedure?!" I stuttered.

Dr. Frost looked at Dr. Maxwell. "Did you tell her what I will be doing for her?"

"No," Dr. Maxwell replied. "I was keeping it a surprise."

"Do you mind if I explain it to her? I usually let my patients know what is going on before I operate on them."

"Operate?!" I shouted.

Dr. Frost looked back at me and chuckled. "No need to worry, young one." He held up two sharp tools that were in either hand. "I am a professional. I will take extra good care of you. I promise."

"Noooooooo!"

Dr. Maxwell got out of the way, and Dr. Frost was now standing by my side. He lowered both of the tools to my chest. I heard a rip! sound.

"I am opening your shirt," Dr. Frost told me. "Once then, I will open your chest and fix your beating heart."

"My heart?! Nothing is wrong with my heart! It is perfectly healthy! Like the rest of me!"

"But dear, there is definitely something wrong with the function of your heart because you do not want to love your father, Hugo."

"He is not my father! I am not his daughter! No matter wha...ah!"