Alex Far

"My head..." I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. My vision was blurry, "Mom?" I asked a blur next to the bed. The blur shook its head and chuckled.

"Guess again," It said. Its voice was deep with a British accent.

I gasped, then scowled. "Dr. Thomasonn," I growled. As my vision cleared, I realized that I was strapped to a cold, metal table. I started to struggle, but my efforts were futile.

"You'll only make the buckles tighter, my dear," he muttered, picking up a syringe of clear fluid. He turned to me and smiled. "This will only hurt a little bit."

I screamed and struggled as he neared my arm with the needle, sticking it in.

Who am I, you ask? I am Alex Far; this is my story.