The Lab
(NOTE: This will be rated T for future mild language and mild violence.)
Hi! This is my first fanfiction so please feel free to give me feedback on how you like it. This is based off of a Minecraft roleplay that I was supposed to take part in. My character's name is Aryn. I helped come up with this idea and I have permission from the other creators of this roleplay to make a fanfic based on it. I changed some of the names and appearances of the characters (because I can't remember some of them lol). Thanks for reading this looooooooong intro and enjoy! ON WITH THE SHOW!
PART 1: The Cell
Chapter 1: Dayla
Dayla blinked against the glaring, white lights as a man in a suit and dark sunglasses ripped the bag off her head. She took stock of her surroundings. The walls, the floors, even the ceiling was bright white. The lights cast a harsh glow on the spotless surfaces, illuminating the room and blazing Dayla's eyes. She looked down and realized she was fastened to a black leather chair. As she tried to pull free of the bindings, two men in white lab coats walked in. They too, wore dark sunglasses. The scientist closest to her was a tall, pale, young man, but the other one was shorter and seemed older. All three men had bald, shiny heads. The blinding light reflected off their shaven heads causing Dayla to scrunch up her eyes.
"No need to squint, mutant." said the tall one. "You'll get used to it, and you will cooperate."
"What if she's got nocturnal properties? Maybe we should dim the lights-." offered the shorter guy as he scooted closer and peered at her through his dark shades. Dayla pushed her back against the chair and turned her head away.
"No, you old dotard, the DNA test proved that she is a-" The former leaned in and whispered to the second man. Dayla pulled at her bindings, straining to hear what the man said. What did he say she was? Her hopes of escape were dashed as the latter man inhaled sharply and backed away as if she sprouted tentacles.
"W-we h…ha-haven't h…h..had one of th…those in years!" he stammered. He eyed her nervously.
"What do you mean? I'm not a freak for the government to study and run tests on! Let me go! I don't even know what the hell you're talking about! I'm not some sort of mutant creature!" Dayla yelled. "I don't know what the flip is going on, but you have to let me-"
"Tsk tsk, language. Don't lie to us, girl. You are a mutant creature who cannot be allowed to endanger society!"
"WHAT?! NO! WHAT IN THE WORLD!? This must be some kind of sick joke. Release me!" She tried to pull herself free of the chair, but before she could slip her hand out, the first man in the suit reached for something in his pocket. She froze. "No…p-p-please don't do this!" she cried. Something sharp jabbed her arm and she began to feel drowsy. Dayla struggled to stay conscious as a bag was placed over her head. Her eyelids began to droop and her hearing became muffled, but she heard one of them say,
"Bring the rest of the catch in…..cell 7…next to the Generation III…yes, leave an outfit in the cell. I am interested to see her abilities, yes, quite interested…" Dayla tried to make out the rest, but she could not force her eyes open any longer. Her eyelids snapped shut and everything went black.