The ringing in my ears began to fade and I opened my eyes to a blinding light. Sitting up I looked around. The same lab. The same empty, boring, clean and frankly hurtful lab. But see, we were more than just an experiment. We were a mission. ........... Please tell me you've read my story the ripper, because if you haven't, you need to. Or you might be slightly confused. It's the same thing, but in tudor times. Every queen Henry appointed would fall, but Anne Boleyn would fall the worst. Her selfish ways and her manipulative beauty destroyed the hopes of any other woman. But she was never really a good wife to Henry. A witch? Possibly. A disaster? Definitely.