She gasped, waking up from a dream that could have very well scared Death herself. The girl grunted, her joints and muscles protesting from the position they were in. She was sprawled out in a small crib and a pillow fit for a baby was smashed under her neck. Her clothes were extremely tight and revealing as she pulled the small blanket over her torso.
"What is going on-"
She stopped and raised her fingertips to her lips in awe. "Did I just-no. I just think I can speak."
"You're speaking English, my dear. Not baby babbles anymore."
The girl jumped as the voice rang through the room and suddenly felt spacey and unusually light. She let out a murderous shriek seeing nothing but the room and not herself.
"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, there. No need to freak out...or disappear."
"How do I stop?!"
"Concentrate?"
Her brows, if they were there, furrowed and she began to only think about putting her body together. She landed on the floor with a smack and groaned as she held her head.
"Oh boy, this is going to be fun. Dr. Erskine?"
The girl looked around before staring at her body in awe.
"Yes, Colonel?"
The voice was thick with accent, probably German, she thought. She suddenly had the urge to shout questions at the voice of Erskine. What happened to me, who are you, why can you understand me, where is my mom, how old am I… where's the bathroom? I need a shirt!
"This girl. The baby you subjected to testing yesterday is now a...a woman! She can talk!"
"I can see that. Lucille, I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me, but hold onto your thoughts-"
"She can vanish, Erskine! What is going on?!"
"Vanish? Wha-oh. I see."
The girl was suddenly out of sight and Erskine cringed.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Oh God, you can still hear her!"
"So many tests to run...!" Erskine sounded distressed, yet ecstatic as the girl compacted again, landing on her back this time.
"My! Can I get some clothes, please?"
The door clicked and opened, a hefty looking man in dress blues and a brown haired man with thick glasses in a white lab coat. Both looked exhausted as the brown haired man handed her a pair of men's sweatpants and an off-white shirt with a logo on it. They both turned around while she pulled them on.
"Welcome to the United States Government Research Center, Lucille."
Dr. Erskine took the liberty introducing himself before offering her a gentle smile.
"My name is Dr. Erskine, Lucille. The gentleman over in the uniform is Colonel Brown. Let's take a walk, just you and I. Shall we?"