Laboratory Labors

It's not usually a good thing when you wake up in a foreign place.

Her eyes snapped open. She could see nothing but the white fluorescent lamp above her, and even that was hazy. She didn't understand why she was under this eerie white light, or why she was strapped to a table with a needle in her arm. She couldn't remember what had happened, but bleary images constantly swam through her mind. None of them made sense, but all of them told one thing. She was trapped. She groaned, struggling against her bounds, but failing to break free. Frowning, the girl glanced to the left of her. To her left was a blank white wall with a simple white door in the center. The only thing she took note of was the door, for it could lead to potential escape. Her eyes turned to the other direction, seeing much more than she'd hoped. A few shelves balanced across the room, and on these shelves were many colored liquids. Some were bubbling, some were not. Each of them were either in a beaker, test tube, or vial. None of them looked particularly inviting. Obviously, this was no improvement in her situation. She groaned, not knowing what to do. It seemed she knew nothing, she hardly remembered her own name. Although, she could never forget that detail, Roxy Harrow.  Okay, so she was sure of a few things. Her name was Roxy Harrow. She was strapped down in what seemed like some kind of laboratory. She could hear footsteps outside, then muffled words. She quickly shut her eyes, playing asleep. Roxy heard the door open and multiple pairs of feet enter. She listened carefully to the two whispered voices. One was a man, the other was a woman. Both sounded vaguely familiar.  Both people stopped talking. She could hear somebody coming toward her, then a shadow appear over her head. Suddenly, the woman's voice rang out, "She's still asleep." The man spoke next, "Well then, wake her up!"  The woman sighed, "But what if something changes in the-" "Jennifer, wake her up." Roxy felt a cool hand on her face. It felt strangely nourishing, like a mother's touch. Her lips twitched into a loved smile as her eyes slowly opened up. Above her stood a woman with straight brown hair. Her face was very angular, and she had heavy, overworked bags under her eyes. Her face was set in a scowl at Roxy, and her eyes did not look like the caring, motherly eyes Roxy had expected. These eyes were cold and brutal eyes. Eyes of a predator, looking for it's prey.  "She was faking it." She murmured, scowling up at the man. Roxy looked over at him, blinking in confusion. This man had scraggly light brown hair and simple green eyes. He was rather tall, and quite lanky. He rolled his eyes, muttering coldly, "Dimwit." He folded his arms, a clipboard and pen clasped loosely in his hand, then approached Roxy and Jennifer. He smiled, "So... shall we start our fifth day of testing?" Jennifer grinned wickedly, "Yes..."