Chapter One: Nothing More Than A Lab Rat

            So far I had nothing to fear… well… so far.  I was nothing, but an animal… a lab rat.  Being shipped off into a new science lab to be experimented on.  Why, I was absolutely disgraced.  Though, I was too worn out to show it.  Too worn out to even care to bring up a fight.  Nothing made sense of itself anymore.  Lights were no longer lights, and sounds were no longer sounds.  This new, alien world was nothing, but a blur to me.  These people in white coats wanted me to learn, and adapt to their treatments and schedules.  I knew nothing about them.  I knew nothing of where I was.  So, yeah, I felt like an animal.  It’s the kind of fear you see in the terrified expression of puppy when they’re stranded, or lost.  Or, maybe the wild look in they white of a frightened horse’s eye.  Well, it had been that way, but now, my green-ish grey eyes held the look of an animal in captivation.  Boredom, disgust, and hate.  I was bored with where they held me.  I was in complete disgust that they would do this to me.  I absolutely hated everything around me.

            The people in white coats said I had an abnormal blood type.  They said it was one that was not even classified.  So, they sampled it and named it BLOOD TYPE X,O.  They tried testing blood donations of mine on rats.  When injected with X,O, the rats would go through the stages of a seizure, and then finally they would implode.  I’m sure these weird people in white coats didn’t enjoy cleaning rat guts off of their expensive cages.  For me, it was almost like the show on TV, Discovery Channel.  These crazy people have tied me up, and made me watch it all day.  I could brake out of here anytime I pleased, but it would all have to wait in good time.  If my calculations were correct, and I waited just the right time… I could get the revenge I wanted, and not some cheap, loser comeback that they could expect.  This was all going to need patience, and I didn’t mind waiting.

          A loud beep sounded to my left, and all I could do was close my eyes.  My sharp instincts already fed my brain the information it needed to understand my surroundings.  It was testing time.  The white-coated people were coming in with syringes full of different solutions to test on me.  Many made me ill, while the others made me tired, but the people in white coats knew that their test could not take full effect upon me.  My immune system was too strong, and my body ejected any invading substance.  This frustrated the white-clothed people deeply.  It seemed that the idea of obtaining the slightest bit of ignorance of anything was intolerable.  And it only seemed to get much worse when the people in white coats discovered that my veins pushed all of the solutions out of my body.  Why these insane creatures didn’t give up, I don’t know, but I was getting tired, and it wouldn’t be long before I made my escape.

          A small lady, of course, dressed in white, made her way to my side.  She laid an icy hand on my arm, no longer afraid of my burning touch.  She used a strong, green cloth to make a tourniquet above my elbow to draw blood.  Then when she had her little vial full, she undid the tourniquet, and pulled out yet another needle.  The syringe was full of a dark blue liquid.  It looked to me like it was a poison.  My swift eyes could detect the small bubbling the substance did when it reached oxygen.  This was not an ordinary liquid they were going to inject me with.  My survival instincts were scrambling about my brain, screaming DANGER!  PAIN!  DEATH!

          My icy green eyes, or that’s the color they were classified by these psychotic people, scanned the little plump woman anxiously.  As she neared the open crease of my arm with the needle, the monitor that I was hooked up to, started to beep.  My temperature was rising at about the same rate as my heart.  The little lady looked up into my eyes, which had phased into a deep night blue, turning black, with fear.  The small woman dropped the needle, and her attention flew to the monitor.  “Her temp is rising rapidly!” she said, the tone of her voice a scramble between excitement and fear.  “110…” she waited about three seconds, “115…” and it was about seven minutes later that my normal 105 temperature had boiled to a 126.  Yes, my body heat has grown to that immense height before.  It’s only a reaction to fear.  Me, I’m not normally afraid, but that strange liquid was not going to invade my body.  Not as long as I was in charge of it.  Not as long as my conscience was the ultimate power over every organ, nerve, muscle, and bone.  “129.5…!” the poor little woman’s voice was frail with amazement.  “Dr. Clark?” her voice breathed.  She looked up into the windows that gazed down at her from ten feet up the wall.  Her eyes searched for the man supposedly named “Dr. Clark. “Help?”  It was quite obvious that her poor little figure was wedged between the factors of being terrified, amazed, ignorant, and alone.

        Suddenly, her attention was turned to me.  “My name is Susan Bea.” She said pointing to her nametag that dangled from a pocket on her chest.  “I need you to listen to me…” She was shaking, but I gave her some credit for at least still trying to sound formal.  “You need to calm down… please.”  I left my lethal gaze on her, and had no earthly intention of moving it elsewhere.  My black eyes shot her to the floor.  “Your temperature is 135!  Please, you’ll kill yourself!”  Susan’s round face undoubtedly was trying to reason with me.  Her soft, brown eyes were panicking silently… searching for an answer somewhere in mine.  I could basically read them out of her body language.  ‘What are you?  Do you belong here?  Are you scared?’ they seemed to say.

        “You creatures are merely a disgrace to me.  Ignorant, you trap and confine things you’ve never seen on a bed of icy metal, or a cage of black iron.  You test, and practice on us.  If something doesn’t work as intended the first time, it must be revised, corrected, and redone.  Agonizing suffering is what I must endure for you unknowledgeable humans to understand me.  Maybe a peace offering, or an introduction of the faintest humane levels would have led off to a better start.  But, my people have studied yours all too well.  We live among you, and observe.  We do not snatch one of you off of the streets to make a science project out of.  We watch, learn, and record.  I have done this many times, and I know much about your race.  And it would be to your surprise that I know so much more than you humans wish to dream.”  Throughout my captivating speech, my temperature, heart rate, and breathing slowed.  My black eyes lapsed back into their cool, icy green.

Author's Note

I'm not finished with it yet by far, but is it worth the conclusion?

Reviews

[Daniel Gardner]

Great read and captivating to the end. Although there was no end. Write one so I can stop salivating.

[Hollow Man]

aye this is definitely worth a conclusion, in fact you could expand it even farther. You are a hell of a prose writer. Great work love

KGS

[WayOath]

This was extremely interesting. I thought she was gonna explode in fire and kill all of them, I thought she was a fire starter! Oh well, I still don't know what she is. I'm going to click next chapter and if there is not next chapter I'm going to kick your cyber butt. lol. Very nicely written and captivating.