Comatose IC

[DaPenguin]

The blood ran a river through the cracks of the tile and followed the twelve year old blonde as she sprinted hallway after hallway, her bare feet nosily hitting the cool tile with each step. Every step she made was full of pain due to the small pieces of glass lodged into the skin of her feet. A red flash would light up the hallway then recede, letting it dim for a few seconds only to light up again in a urgent pattern. If you followed the blood trail back to it's origin, you'd find cracked pieces of glass scattered in front of a broken out window. A loud siren filled the hallways; a siren so loud it reminded her of a tornado siren like the ones they used to get back home. The girl knew if she was caught the consequences could be much worse than that of a tornado.

The blonde's name was Rosaline. People liked to call her Rose or even Rosie. She wasn't the tallest person nor the shortest. Her long fair hair framed her face in waves that went halfway down her back and matched her pale skin. She had her mother's eyes; they were a forest green and shaded by long lashes. There was a few freckles scattered among a heart-shaped face. Rose appeared healthily fit and she was due to school sports. However, she was no body-builder. She had rid herself of a boring dull hopsital gown she had been forced to wear and put on her own clothes before beginning her escape. She wore a light blouse, and jean shorts. It was a outfit she had put together for the first day of the school year. Not that something like school meant anything in the place she was in.

Unfortunately, as mentioned, her feet were bare and filled with dust, blood and scratches from the rough tile. There were two wounds on one foot, and three on the other. Three of the five in total had glass pressed into them.

Her heart was pounding against her rib cage painfully fast. Her breathing had grew rapid and uneven and she was even starting to wheeze as she ran and ran. She heard the rapid footsteps of many pursuers behind her. She didn't bother looking back. A bunch of doors were coming up. She came to a halt in front of one. Rose's fingers fumbled but wrapped around the silver handle of the door. Her feet slid painfully against the floor as she yanked at it but it just would not open. Rose hastily began trying other doors but nothing would work.

The girl felt a cry escape her throat that as people skidded around the corner in white coats and unfriendly faces. She ran forward once again, merely sniffling at first but slowly, sobs began to escape her throat and she tripped. The white-coated people closed in on her and she staggered to her pain-racked feet and threw herself into a run again. "Go away!"Rose cried. She wanted to go home. It was a desire beaming from her like nothing before. She wanted to see her mother, dark-haired unlike her, and beautifully smiling at her. Her father was the fair-haired one with the wise brown eyes that told her before he could speak when something was wrong.

Rose knew this chase was coming to an end. The people who pursued it knew this place inside out and she didn't even know where she was going. She darted down the hall, the strides growing to be more and more painful. The doors were all locked; the hallways seemed to lead into more and she was giving up hope. The expression "there is always light at the end of a tunnel," suddenly became true as the wind blew a door open and revealed a bright, sunlit world. The sun shone in and reflected around the perimeter of the doorway, bringing a different color to the on and off red against the dull gray. Freedom was just a couple paces away. Then again, what was freedom? She supposed that didn't mean anything. It would be all worth while to escape into the outdoors and run off to where she could hide where they couldn't find her.

Rose was inches from freedom when the door slammed in her face and snapped it away from existence. All she could do was stare heartbrokenly at it as the alarm rang now only dimly to her. She acknowledged too late a hand pressing up against the door and the white sleeve branching down from it. She slowly turned around, barely noting she was trembling as she did. Rose looked up at the man who towered over her. He held a needle of some sort with a blue liquid to be injected in a tube.

The man cruelly smirked at her and she in turn bravely met his eyes even as her own had tears spilling from them. He brought it down into her shoulder. First there was a sharp pain. Then she was falling into a black pool where she would drown for the next four years.

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The first thing Rose was aware of when she opened her eyes was blinding light. She had only opened her eyes a millimeter and already so much light came through that the world seemed white for a while. It was as if the sun had swung on a rope above her head. She squinted and cringed for a moment then sat up abruptly.

The next thing she noticed were the silk sheets she had been covered in. She needed a bed when she slept. There was nothing strange about that. Something was different though. Her hand had instantly went to her thigh and slid down to her ankle. This was too different.
Her feet were peaking through the white, thin sheets towards the edge of the bed. She wiggled her toes curiously. She lifted her arms up. They were long and slender. They were so much longer than she remembered.

Rose pushed the sheets off and finally noticed the tubes going into her arms and the suction cups pressed to her cheeks and forehead. She pulled all the tubes off and moved her legs sideways and on to the tile floor slowly and groggily.

The tiles were all one dull blue color and continued throughout the room. Her feet pressed against them and a sense of sharp coolness shot through them. She wore a short white gown that looked like something you pulled out of a hospital. It was way too small on her and it clung painfully around her upper arms and shoulders, then the silky fabric fell loosely to halfway into her thighs. She gazed around at her surroundings to find medical equipment everywhere. Rose found herself looking down and finding a noticeable difference in her chest as well.

Just how long had she been asleep in this place? She pushed herself to her feet and onto wobbly legs. Moving forward, she came across a cracked mirror. It was dusty and appeared to have been neglected for years. A figure seemed to stare back at her through the dust and cracks. The girl who stared back in the white night gown was not a little girl. She had long, tangled blonde hair and fearful green eyes. She was ghostly pale and thin. There were high-cheekbones and despite the weariness that overtook that face, it was a pretty one. Rose didn't recognize herself. That couldn't be her.

She racked her head for memories and they slowly began to form. She was an twelve year old girl named Rosie. Rosaline... What was her last name? How did she even get in here? Where was this place? There were countless more questions and she could barely even remember who she was.
Rose backed up in horror into a lab equipment cart which wheeled backward noisely and she tumbled onto the floor on her side. A searing pain shot through her head and she shut her eyes. She lay for a moment, ear pressed against the cool tile.

This had to be a horrible dream. She even tried pinching herself. When Rose opened her eyes in hopes of hearing her mother call her name for breakfast, she instead heard silence. Her weary green eyes fixated on a narrow rectangular window to another room. There were three people standing there with clipboards who seemed to be eagerly taking notes. The shortest was a woman with curly brown hair and intelligent glasses. The second was a tall, sinister-looking man with dark hair and eyes that regarded her as if she was nothing but a piece of the equipment in the room. The last was inbetween their heights with fair hair. They all wore white-lab coats.

They definitely had taken notice of her awakening but nobody was doing anything about it. She crawled over to the metal wall and leaned against it, trying to recall how she got here in the first place. She could only remember walking home from school. For some reason, sitting against a wall thoughtfully was just as interesting as if she had stood up and started doing flips and the three were just taking plenty of notes.

Rose's head throbbed and her whole body felt numb and weak from being so much out of use. She emitted a low groan and leaned her frail hands on her knees. Trembling, Rose managed to glare at the three. How dare they just stand there! Wasn't anyone going to come help her?

The scientists actually appeared to be laughing at her glare.

[InsanitiesJack]

Jack screamed. It was a silent, wordless scream of rage and hatred and fear and inarticulate murderous need, silenced by pain and damage and blood. He struggled, his muscles burning so hot he could barely feel them any more, his bones twisted and fractured in so many places that he wasn't sure he was even capable of looking human anymore. And even through the rage, even through the sheer amount of fighting that he did, he could not protect himself from the needle that entered his skin. He could hardly even see through the blood that matted his hair over his eyes.

Coldness spread through his body from the needle; it spread, and it spread, and it spread, and Jack did all he could to make his body burn hotter, to make his rage fuel him to ever-higher depths of hatred. But all he could do was struggle against the exhaustion that was sweeping through him, long overdue and coming back with such a vengeance that he only just barely managed to keep his eyes half-open. He heard voices and sounds and things, but they were so... distant.

So very useless and matterless and worthless... He was floating, flying higher and higher, falling lower and lower, and through it all Her eyes followed him, filled to the brim with tears. He yelled out for her, but he had no mouth, no throat, no lungs. He fought and struggled against the cold emptiness that enveloped everything...

He had no mouth. He had to Scream. He had to no Body. He had to Move. He had no mind. He had to Remember.

He could do none of those things.

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Eyes open. A blank, featureless ceiling. Jack sat up, and found himself strapped down. He frowned, trying to remember... Evangeline. Home. Scientists. Experimental proceedures... he fought and fought and fought... and he failed. He frowned. He examined his bindings; leather, with steel locks. He hesitantly tested the pull; it gave him enough to sit up, to move a little, but otherwise, he was stuck to the bed. Strange. He felt like he should be more... worried. Instead he simply found a swell of smouldering emotion; it was just beneath the surface, hidden by a strange apathy that he felt was... odd. Then he realized that his body both looked, and felt, quite differently.

He looked at his hands; wrapped in tanned, haired flesh, the bone structure slightly... odd. Different, from normal. The tips ended in blunt claws, rather his the usual flesh and nails. He gave a low growl; looked about the room, realized that he could smell... everything. Male, smoker, last ate something that was old and stale, rarely took showers, very familiar, scented... How did he know that? Jack dismissed the notion. No doubt part of the experiments. Which brought him to the next problem. He looked around the room; there, several scientists watching him. He favored them with a low glare, before taking a moment to bark out a question. "Get these off of me. I want... Yes, I want food, something to read, and to know what you're planning to do."

Jack turned his glare from the scientists in the window back to his own body - better defined, he seemed broader than before... just what had they done to him? And, his eyes widened to realize, would Evangeline still recognize him? He bit back a growl at the thought; she would recognize him. She Would, and that was final, because he would make her recognize him.

As soon as he killed his captors and escaped.

With that thought in mind, he set about to stressing his bonds again, twitching an ear in the direction of the window (since when could he do that?) to listen for anything they might say.

[Jackn Jill]

Dr. Carl Wermhauf stood pacing the room with five other doctors and two technicians. The room was filled with computers, sterilized equipment and vials of rather dull, colorless liquids. There was a large one-way window that spanned wall to wall. On the other side stood a doctor and two nurses with an cart full of instruments. They were huddled around a non-padded metal table which suspended an average sized girl. She was nude and had tubes and wires running from various parts of her body to a centralized machine that sat in the back.

Wermhauf pressed a red button and leaned forward into a microphone. "Alright, inject serum S535 into the subject."

The doctor, without hesitation, did as he was ordered. He took a large syringe full of a dark gray matter and carefully placed the tip into a vacant IV opening and slowly ejected the liquid into the IV cap. The girl's veins became stained with a the gray coloring as it slowly made its way to the heart. Vital signs were mostly stable but jumped occasionally as the body tried to fight the unknown substance. After all the serum had been injected, the doctor quickly grabbed an IV tube from one of his nurses. He placed it into the very same IV cap that he ejected the serum into. A transparent liquid flowed down the clear tube and into the girl's body, slowly turning the veins back to the bluish color. After a few minutes, the whole staff cheered. The subject had not rejected the serum and accepted the changes. She was not one of the unfortunate ones who died violently when their body refused to accept it.

Wermhauf came over the intercom again, "Excellent work! The subject is stable and we'll see how well she preforms tomorrow."

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I can't move! It felt like a truck had parked above her and slowly dropped its suspension to a point where all that weight was bearing down on every inch of her body. Her mind was in a panic as she tried desperately to move a finger, toe, anything. She couldn't even get her eyes to open. She had to be awake because she could feel a breeze of cold sweep past her body before a breeze of warm air replaced it. Her head began to hurt, as well. She couldn't be dreaming and tried harder to do anything to show that she is still alive. Finally she felt her toes wiggle slowly, her fingers closed together in a fist and her eyelids slid open to allow a great light into the exposed eyes. She rocked her head back and forth as she continually blinked trying to get use to the light.

How long was she out this time? It was impossible to tell, but it was vital to retain her sanity. The count up of how many days she has been in detainment was a sort of peace at mind for her. It helped her retain at least a very basic part of her previous life. Often times when she was put out for something, she overheard a conversation or saw an instrument that stated the current date. If she had to guess, it was probably another two weeks, just like last time.

As she came through she felt that similar metal shock collar that strongly discouraged her from using her power at will. It would have been too easy to phase through a wall during transitions and find herself outside the facility, free from this contained world. The only time that the collar was removed was when she was in her cell, suspended who knows how high from the floor below. If it was still on, it meant that she was elsewhere in the facility, but where?

Ellie turned her body and her legs dropped to the floor. She scanned the room, trying to guess what was to come next. It was a large room that contained what looked like an obstacle course, but what obstacle course would have a fifteen feet vertical and large gaps that would be impossible to jump? Did they add something else to her? Was she supposed to clear those jumps?

There was also a large circular room with tinted windows covering all sides. She was being observed by someone, and clearly she was meant to do this course. Ellie was positioned in one corner of the rectangular room, chain-link fencing boxed her into a smaller section that contained only a metal-framed bed. The obstacle course started just in front of her behind a fence door with a large active red light that sat in the corner of the door. The course ended in another fenced area that had a door leading out into a different part of the facility. Before she even rose to her feet a buzz came over an intercom followed by a plain, boring voice.

"Rise and would you please demonstrate your jump." It was more of a command than a request. Nonetheless, she obeyed and rose to her feet. She staggered a bit before regaining her balance. She took a deep breath and squatted down before rapidly rising upwards.

It had to have been less than a second of airtime because she couldn't tell if her feet even left the ground. Her legs just collapsed under her and she fell onto the hard concrete flooring. No doubt that her observers were laughing at such a pathetic attempt. She felt like crying as she just laid there, staring at dark glass expecting a face to show itself. She couldn't cry, though. She couldn't give them that satisfaction. She had to be tough and resilient despite how awful this whole thing was and it was awful.

[Tenebrae16]

Was it useless to struggle? Did it even matter anymore? Long before these strange men had come for her, she had already screamed out all her screams until her throat had gone sore. She had already used up all her energy struggling against restraints made just to hold her down. Her hope had long dissipated and so had her fears and care for what they would do to her. It was easier that way for her to just not care anymore, to go along with whatever they did since it was useless to do anything else.

The strange men seemed surprised by her docile nature, they had expected her to struggle and fight to try and escape like many had done before. They muttered softly, checking her vital signs ever so often as she just sat there unmoving as they moved around her, sometimes poking at her and recoiling in fear. She didn't mind, the pain had long become a part of her so that she didn't ever acknowledge it.

Perhaps part of her understood the situation she was in, understood the danger that presented itself and was trying to urge her to fight or flee, but her brain just did not seem to register these signals. She just sat there silent and staring straight at nothing, like she was brain dead. The only thing she reacted to was the small sharp stinging sensation of a needle being pressed into her neck and injecting a cold strange serum into her making a wave of tiredness wash over her and a strange numb feeling spread all over her body. She smiled, this was a nice feeling, she reached out like she was grabbing for something, but there was nothing as she fell into a dreamless slumber.

The men all cheered after seeing that her vital signs had stabilised into an almost coma like state. This was a success, her body seemed to be completely stable and was in a self sustaining state although they all still worried about the mental state she would have when she woke up. The asylum had seemed all too glad to see her gone and that worried them although she didn't seem more dangerous than a young child.

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Seraphine slowly opened her eyes, the world seemed to be swirling around her in strange colours. She yawned and stretched like she was just awaking from a peaceful cat nap, the numbness fading from her limbs. She didn't feel the sore pain that ached her bones, she never noticed it at all. Looking around the room, she rubbed her eyes and looked around letting the room come into focus for her. Everything was fuzzy in her mind and she had to think a while before she could remember just her name. Then it hit her full force, the memories from before, though damaged and distorted she could still faintly recall everything about herself. She doubled over as if in sudden pain and a smile spread across her face as tears streamed down her face and she covered her ears as if trying to block out something. It only lasted a moment.

She was calm again, staring at nothing just like she had before she fell asleep, only this time there was no one around her, only silence and a small white room that had a single glass window that looked out to another room. A face appeared in the window, a men clad in white, studying her, a sparkle in his eyes as he saw she was awake. Staring at him, she raised her hand and he cringed away afraid, but relaxed when she was only waving at him like he was some dear friend.

Standing up, she stumbled on her legs, not used to them for such a long time and made her way to the window pressing her palms and face against it looking excitedly at the man. A grin spread across her face and she tilted her head staring at the man like an excited child. What a wonder.

"...Cookies...can I have?..I'm hungry...Please?" She asked in a sweet child like voice to the man, looking at him with puppy eyes even though she was clearly not a little girl anymore. The man just stared back at her and she stared back at him, her hands suddenly digging into the thick glass and cracking the first layer of it. The man snapped out of the trance and ran out to call more to help him deal with her before she broke out. She just stared as he ran, what a wonder.

[DaStormz]

Shay's eyes snapped open after five long years of being shut in a coma. She blinked rapidly, not recognizing the white interior of the room which was the first thing she noticed. The bright light made her turn her head and shut her eyes again.

Eyes still closed, she attempted to sit up, but tubes, wires and needles held her down which was the next thing she noticed. Her heart began racing wildly and her eyes shot open frantically. Where was she? More importantly, who was she and what was her name? How old was she and where did she come from? The questions filled her mind and she had answers for none of them.

With a vengeance and panic, she tore her arms and legs free of the equipment, which now dangled uselessly at the bedside. The teenager sat up and swung her legs over the edge of her bed slowly and cautiously. She looked at the blue and white tiles, at the white walls and ceiling, and then the window where a team of doctors were observing her and scrawling notes.

There was someone else there as well - but he wasn't a doctor. Frankly, Shay didn't know who the heck he was or why he was there. She did care though - he could have her answers. Perhaps if she were lucky, he could even help her escape this stupid place - whatever it was or where it was located. Since they were staring so intently at her, Shay let out one of her trademark smiles: a rebellious, mischievous and sly smile twisted into one.

Winking, the older teenager stood up - or attempted too. The minute she was on her feet she hit the tiled floor and cried out. She picked herself up slowly, only to weakly fall back down. Well fine. If her legs wouldn't support her she wouldn't freaking stand. She got onto her hands and feet and sat there momentarily before crawling over to the door and attempting to open it.

Nope. It wouldn't open nor budge. Shay tried harder but still nothing happened. Sighing, she crawled away from it and sat on the opposite side of her bed so the scientists and doctors. She knew the one man who wasn't a doctor or scientist could see her still. Shay attempted to pinch herself as if it were a dream but nothing happened. She frowned and accepted this was reality however confusing it may be for her.

She looked at her reflection. Long, silky raven-black hair flowed down her back and spilled out past her waist. Her eyes, which was one of the things he was proud of the most on her body, were a moonlit silvery-gray. There was something mesmerizing about them. Her eyes would sparkle with defiance and mischief. She had a heart-shaped face and pointed features.

Some striking features were her high cheek bones or perhaps her crooked nose, which had been broken before her coma. She was overly thin and had lost weight but it didn't bother her. She'd been trying to lose weight anyways. Shay had an athletic and curvy build. She was also muscular and whenever she moved, her muscles were evident. Her outfit was dreadful - some hospital-like gown. It was awful and she wanted to tear it off but then she had nothing else to wear.

She pursed her lips and weakly sat there. Her body was lethargic and weak from not being used. It was silent and she slowly lifted her head back up to stare at the man watching her, perhaps a little nervously but definitely not intimidated. It was more like a plea for answers, for help or some explanation. She took the thin blanket from her bed and wrapped it around herself, remaining out of view of the scientists and doctors. She was not some lab animal or specimen to be looked down upon. Didn't these people understand or care?

[DaPenguin]

The news had traveled fast. Twenty-three year old Maria Lindinhall was hastily making her way down the corridor with a tray of refreshments. She had heard hers had awoken. Maria had fed her through tubes, made sure she got water, made sure the girl could even breathe... Heck, she even picked her up and put her on exercise bikes. Maria might as well be labeled her mother.

She recognized the familiar door number as soon as she saw it and knew it to be true when she saw the empty bed through the small, rectangular window. She came to a abrupt stop at the foot of the door. She placed her hand against a surface. It accepted her hand print and opened up a small key pad. This was normal procedure for Maria. The wall finally rose upward to leave a doorway. She strode in, her heels clicking with every step. She smiled immediately, seeing the young girl sitting against the wall. "So it's true, you're awake."

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It had been atleast an hour when a woman entered the room. "So it's true, you're awake."She said immediately. Rose really didn't know what she meant by that but she guessed there must of been some scientist gossip. She was about medium height with a small, friendly face with glasses perched up on her nose and brown hair tied up in a bun. She, too, wore a lab coat.

Rose watched her put a silver tray on the table. The tray was complete with a bowl, a steaming cup of tea, utensils and a napkin. She winced when the lady pulled out the chair and it scratched against the floor. It reminded her of the sound of scratching nails against chalk board. Rose couldn't remember much about school but she did recall dreading that sound.

"Come here,"She said softly. "I have a lot to tell you. You can listen as you eat."
Rose was tempted to say, "what if I don't want to?" but instead, she was a good little lab-rat. She slowly stood up and walked over on wobbly legs, being careful not to fall and give the idiots behind the glass a show. Rose had to admit: she was really hungry. Her stomach growled loudly in response to the thought of food. She sat down and gazed into the bowl. It was warm and steam rose into her face, bringing along the aroma of oatmeal. Rose could not remember if she liked this stuff but she was hungry enough that it didn't matter. She began to devour the meal with no manners included.

"My name is Dr. Maria Lindinhall."She explained, "I have been taking care of you while you've been stuck in a coma."
"A coma?"Rose repeated softly as she swallowed.
"Yes, you've been in one for four years." She answered and poured a cup of tea.
Rose couldn't contain her shock. She blinked and shook her head in denial, "No way."
"Yes, way. " Maria looked up at her and laughed, "You remind me of my niece."She told her. "You always did."
The blonde grew silent. How could someone live for four years like that?
"So you kept me alive."Rose stated. "I mean after a year or so wouldn't you just give up? "
"Yes... I did."Maria said and looked up at her. "You're special Rose. We can't lose you. I was given specific instructions to keep you alive whatever the cost and no matter how long it took."
"Why am I special?"Rose asked.
"We can get to that later. Just know there's others of you and you're all safe now, Rosaline. There's nothing to worry about."Maria assured her kindly.
The woman went on explaining the casualities. They would be interrogated later on in the day and allowed to go to lunch and meet the others.

Rose had finished her meal and she stared at the empty plate sorrowfully. "Could I have more?"She asked. Surely they could spare some more food for her. She had been sleeping for so long.

"Sorry, honey. "Maria stood up, "Not before your tests."

"Tests? I don't want to take any tests. I just want to go home."Rose whispered childishly. She averted her eyes and hugged her knees.Wherever home is.Rose thought bitterly to herself.
"And someday you will."Maria encouraged and squeezed her shoulder as she stood up. "Just not now."She picked up the tray and said, "Some people are going to come in soon; don't give them a hard time. Be a good girl, Rose."
Then Rose was left in her solitude once again to ponder.

[DaStormz]

Virginia observed Rose carefully. She was impassive and wasn't letting any emotion or thought cross her face. She was leaning against the wall so casually she looked like she was bored but if anyone was paying close attention they could see past it. She swallowed hard, keeping her futures concealed.

Poor Rose. She didn't deserve this. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply before reopening them and continuing to observe her - but not in a way that seemed like she looked down upon her. It was a way to let her know she considered her an equal.

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After ten minutes of silence and feeling stares, Shay thought she might explode. She was not lab equipment to be stared at. She was a living and breathing human with her rights. What was their problem?

She sucked in a deep breathe and let it out, then froze as the door opened. Shay whirled around and to her surprise managed to get to her feet without difficulty. Score. Now if she could remember something — anything — it would be even better.

She smirked and narrowed her eyes, standing defensively. About half a dozen or so scientists had walked into her room and now paused. A few seemed even alarmed. The fact she was standing and looking as she did seemed to be frightening them. Why would it? Did they think she'd attack them? Shay cocked her head to one side as if daring them to come at her nonetheless and smiled slyly. Someone taking notes chuckled slightly behind her and the sound of scribbling on paper became louder.

She tossed black hair over her shoulder, still not used to it's length or how tall she had grown. Her expression changed briefly at the thought of it and then the expressionless "come-at-me" attitude washed over her and she was practically glaring at them. She was intimidated however and she was tensing but wouldn't let it show. Had she remembered her old life or anything of her past, she'd have realized how many fights she used to get into for defending people. It was one of the reasons why her nose was broken or so she'd have thought.

"Experiment 13," began a Doctor calmly and almost soothingly as if she were a tiger about to pounce. Shay's silvery-gray moonlit eyes locked on him and he took a step back, making her smirk but continued speaking anyway. "We need to be careful with this one. She's one of them." Sure these freaks needed to be careful with her —heck, she was a human being — but what did they mean she was one of them? What was 'them?' Utter bewilderment showed on her expression before it morphed back to its original expression. Perhaps she also looked amused and maybe even entertained, but she would not show fear or intimidation.

"She's one of them?" repeated one and stared at her intently. "Does she talk? Can she talk?" She then narrowed her light brown eyes at her in question. Shay shrugged not even knowing if she could. Confusion, irritation, amazement and wistfulness filled her. The scientist sighed as if this was a horrible reply. They began talking before finally approaching her.

"We need to do some experiments, sweetie," said another scientist. Shay froze. Experiments — what kind of experiments? The thought must've reflected her expression because they said, "You'll see."

And see she did. They had ended up restraining her on her bed after she began fighting relentlessly in order to escape the experiments. She had done everything she could and tried her hardest but had lost in the end. It was clear she was a natural fighter which seemed to scare them even more.

It was painful, and Shay had a high pain tolerance. Not that she'd admit it out loud, but that had been hell. She had been in pain and to those watching closely they could tell. Still she had been tough and sucked it in and had not let it show. For some reason they had found her back interesting and had poked it repeatedly with scientific equipment. They used needle after needle, sample after sample... She'd honestly lost track of how much they had done. There were snatches of phrases she caught though.

"...this medicine should work."
"Yeah it will, or it should. Experiment 18 was terminated with this though. Hopefully she's tougher...."
"...Aww, I liked eighteen..."

"Maybe there's a cure..."
"Some of us are figuring it out or trying to."
"Careful where you say that..."

"..does this thing remember anything..."
"Let's test that out."

The snatches of conversation she heard made no sense. All she knew was someone died after they tested a medicine on them yet miraculously she wasn't dying or anything. It seemed to have impressed them and some of them weren't glaring or staring at her with contempt anymore, but almsot with an alliance in their wary glances. None of them looked sympathetic or caring at all. To be honest they seemed afraid of her.

Shay's body felt numb by the time it had ended and tingly. Everything ached and she had a massive headache coming on. Bandages covered her body from head-to foot. The one around her head was keeping black strands of hair out of her eyes and she was almost thankful for that. Throughout the experiments and nonsense they did, she had remained silent, probably giving the notion to them she couldn't speak. Could she? Should she? Shay didn't know and wouldn't speak until it became absolutely necessary — if she could, anyway.

Finally they left, jotting down notes and other observations. She was left in a white night gown that hung around her the middle of her thighs. She seemed too tall to have them come down the way they were supposed to. With a silent sigh, Shay folded her arms and stared at the remaining scientists.

"You can come have lunch now," he began monotonously and began to fidget. "In the cafe with the other kids. Your brother James will be accompanying you. Yes, you have a brother —he is your twin." He added after grinning at her surprised expression. Without further explanation the man departed, telling her she'd be escorted once outside the room where she could reunite with her twin.
Sadly, she didn't remember him either but the name felt familiar to her. That was a start.

Stealing some time, she looked in the mirror and looked at her reflection once more. Since she could stand now, she scrutinized her body. She had really gotten tall, and her hair was so long! Why hadn't they cut it?! She looked like Rapunzel. She sighed, ran a hand through her hair as she avoided the bandage, and turned to leave. However, something on her back caught her eye and she spun on her heels to look once more.

Something was poking out of her back. Shay tentatively touched it and froze. Her eyes widened. Soft feathers greeted her hand and she inhaled loudly and sharply, alarming the people observing her. Shay ran in circle like a dog chasing its tail and finally caught full sight of what was on her back.

Large black wings were half-furled against her back, half-unfurled. Shay thought she had seen a ghost too and looked over her shoulder at her wings. They... They had given her wings unless this was some sick joke or nightmare but after the experiments, she was beginning to doubt it was fake. She checked her hands and feet and gasped. They weren't human nails at all but were razor sharp almost-claw and talon like nails. She touched her face as if to make sure they were human features as if her reflection had lied to her and sighed in relief.

Finally unable to stand this nonsense anymore, Shay darted for the door and sprang out of it as if she were escaping jail.

[InsanitiesJack]

The door opened. Jack scowled, and then began pulling at the left strap; if he could break it, he would. Then he refocused his attention upon the amn who came in. Dark hair, unshaven, wearing some kind of casual lab coat, he strode in as though he owned the world but didn't particularly care. Then he sat on the bed, right by Jack. Offered a hand. "My name would happen to be Sable. I've been the one taking care of your unconscious carcass these past few years." Jack shook the hand, idly noting that his entire grip was odd - the bones twisted in the wrong ways, moving about too... smoothly, cupping about the opposite hand too easily. And yet Sable's hand curved and set to fit his hand as though it was easy.

"I asked for food." It was not a question or request. "So you did," Sable easily replied, leaning backwards, his spine arching over Jack's legs into what was undoubtably an uncomfortable posture. Jack gave a short twist of his face, glancing back to the window - the scientists were gone again. "How long?"

"Four years, more or less. Although sometimes you struggled like you were still awake, so you might get the wrong idea from that."

Jack gave a humorless grin. "Am I the only one?" Sable gave a mute shake of his head. Jack frowned, gave a slight sniff, and then scowled. "You smell terrible. Did you bathe in lasagna?"

"Reckon I might've?" The man, yet again, easily replied. Jack gave a small bark of a chuckle. Then he leveraged himself against the bed, pressed his weight against Sable's back, and pulled!

SNAP!!

Jack tore the other strap off rapidly, pulling his legs up easily and launching himself off the bed, slamming himself against the wall rather heavily before setting himself into the corner. He took a deep breath, glancing at Sable - fool hadn't even pulled himself up yet - and then found the door blocked by several armed men.

"Fuck!"

"Sit down, Jack. You'll be going home eventually. In the meantime, want to head to lunch? We can talk on the way."

Jack considered his options. While his movements so far had been smooth, he hadn't woken up for four years; his body was completely different from how it was supposed to be; and the rest of them had weapons. Jack considered himself a born scrapper, but he knew he couldn't win this.

And if he fought, he could get killed. Then His Evangeline would be left alone... abandoned. He full-on growled at the thought, his entire body crouching down as he displayed his anger in an extremely clearcut way. Then, slowly, he took a breath, careful to ignore the smells wafting off of the people, and stood up. He pressed his lips together and turned his head away.

"Fine. I'll go."

[Cynder]

Resistance was futile. It would otherwise be a lie to say that the girl could remember what had happened before hand. The only thing she could remember was her floating back to reality, the white ceiling, white walls. It was all a blur, and during the midst of the blur, she had seen people; real life people who would sometimes appear. They would speak with terms she wouldn't understand or couldn't hear. She felt like she was drowning; she couldn't hear their words clear in the slightest.

Had she deserved this? What had the girl done wrong? She couldn't remember what she had done to deserve this torture, torment..it was cruel, inhumane. Could take away anyone's rights. But had she deserved it? That was the question.

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When she had fully awoken, the girl had found her once short hair long, down to her butt long. She had been in a coma for what, three or four years? She couldn't recall to say the least. It was a miracle she had managed to grow despite being in a coma. The girl had awoken with many other things, being so thin that she can count her ribs, paler than ever, malnutrition, many other things. The most noticeable would be how she had inhuman abilities. Telekinesis; the power to move something with your mind, and Pyrokinesis; the ability to control fire. She was no longer human, so she could no longer go by her name. She called herself, "Judas", from the day she had awoken and further on.

[DaPenguin]

Shay had really grown. Poor thing had no idea what was going on. He almost wanted to help her.

Victor hated the way the others looked at her with such contempt, almost as if she weren't a human like them. He folded his arms and continued to watch her as they began the experiment. Soon, he would help her. She'd be okay. He wanted to comfort and tell her that but he couldn't yet.
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They eventually came into the room. There were about a dozen of them. Rose cowered backward into the wall as they approached her, face's masked except for their eyes like scary-looking surgeons. She could see them closing in on her through the blonde strands that danced in her vision.

"This is Experiment 11."said a woman. "We have an idea that she might have the power we want."She was talking to one of her colleagues. Two doctors picked her up to her feet. Rose stumbled disorientedly and was lead over to the bed.

"She was one of the first to wake up. Let's just run a few tests with it and see how she reacts."The man said

"Sounds good."said the woman and finally regarded Rose, "This might hurt a bit, girl."She warned as she cleaned an area on her shoulder. Rose felt small with all the adults crowding around her with heartless eyes. They had no sympathy or care for her whatsoever.

Finally, the lady took a needle and stabbed it gently into her shoulder. Rose cried out in surprise. She faintly remembered getting blood tests before but this was nothing compared to that. Agony shot up her arm as her own blood filled the tube.

"It's a tad painful."The woman admitted, "But it's just because it's putting in something at the same time." That was the biggest understatement of the century. Rose's eyes were tearing up in pain as the woman slid the syringe out of her skin and bandaged it. She placed it on a tray and stared at her with contempt. " She's a weak one. Should be easy to get her to cooperate."
They began examining her arms and legs as if looking for something.

The doctors made her take off her dress despite her protest. After two hours of relentless testing, some things more torturous than others, Rose was allowed to get dressed into a new plain white gown. It came to her knees and it felt light on her body. It was as if she wearing a thin layer of silk.

All of them left except for the woman and man who seemed to talk the most. "Schedule her for a surgery later this week and a interrogation after lunch."The man ordered.

The woman nodded, writing down on her clipboard as she departed as well.

It was just them two. Rose stared at him, shivering, tears sliding down her cheeks. It was freezing in there and she was tired of the stupid nightgowns. They had all this technology yet they were too cheap to give her some damn clothes? Why was it so cold here anyway?

"Come."The man said impassively, "I will bring you to lunch."