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That was all she could see. There was some kind of wall in front of her, but she couldn't see out. All there was was pain. She felt some odd tube- like things sticking out of her and going down her throat. Suddenly a prick in her shoulder sent her back to sleep.
"Well. It was a success." Some man in a white suit looked at her. She opened her eyes. It took longer then it used to.
"What?" she said. "The gene splice. We spliced your DNA with that of a powerful Xatu. If you survived, (which you did) then you will become our psychic."
"What the hell are you talking about!? My name is Lisandrea and I am an Eon breeder."
"Not anymore. We caught this nice little Eevee called Finn. He told us all about you. We..." At that point the images overpowered the voice. Flashes, of Lisandrea getting up then going outside with a basket to feed her Eons.
Then she heard a shot. Not a gun shoot, but the thin long sound of a blowgun. A far' fetch fletched arrow longed deep in her side and she dropped the basket, falling down onto the ground of the Ixien forest , her long blue hair streaming out, and going into a deep sleep. Then a shot was injected into her arm dropping her back into black unconsciousness.
"Think she'll be okay?" asked the second scientist. "I don't know. The last one didn't survive. They were driven insane by a stranger's pain." replied the first. "Well, we might as well put her with her Eons. They are familiar to her."
"Good idea."