"You really must learn to control yourself."
Samantha Maria Johnson swam into consciousness. There was a voice... It wasn't her mom's, or her dad's... So why was she hearing it? It had a Scottish accent, deep and penetrating. That tone, laced with amusement, with superiority. Assuming that it knew everything. She tried to sit up, and found she couldn't move. Confused, she opened her eyes. Or... Well... Tried to.
"Honestly, now. Did you really expect me to let you let you see, let alone move, after what you did on the way here? I thought you were supposed to be smarter than that."
Samantha started to struggle, but a searing pain through her abdomen stopped her bids for freedom.
"That was a warning. You don't know who I am, or what I am capable of. If you have a single ounce of common sense in your body, you will stop now."
The voice had changed from amused and light to dark and foreboding in an instant. Whoever this man was, she didn't want to know what he would do if she got him mad. And knowing her knack for pissing people off, she wasn't going to last long.
"You should be honored that you have been chosen to be the Subject. Countless people would have given their lives to be where you are now."
"Strapped to a table, blindfolded? HAH! I don't think so." Sam spat. Apparently whoever had kidnapped her had neglected to give her a gag. Their mistake.
"You insolent child! You have no idea how long we have worked on this, how long I have worked on this! You are the Subject, you were chosen as the Subject, and no matter what, you will always be the Subject! You have no idea what is going to happen to you! And yet you still struggle! Why? This will begin a new generation, what humankind has been dreaming about since the dawn of time!"
"Well, I'm so sorry for not standing still and for trying to fight when a bunch of strange men dressed in black corner me in an alleyway, shove a bag over my head, toss me into a van and knock me out! I mean, it's only what a normal abductee would do!"
"This would have been a painless operation, Samantha. But since you choose to struggle, we now have no choice. You brought this on yourself."
The room went silent around her. Sam still tried to get out, get away, to do something! It was useless. She heard the whirring of machines around her, and a cold lump of fear settled in her stomach. A needle tip pressed against her arm. Two seconds later, she screamed.