Hello!

So this is the first chapter of the rewrite of Shiver, because I was unsatisfied with how I wrote the first one.

I will try to update as much as I can and see if I can get into some kind of schedule.

Chapters will be longer than this one, but I just needed to start somewhere.

Comment what you guys think!

2003

Dr. Sommers glanced at the monitor above the woman's head, before looking back to the girl who lay unconscious. The young woman's vitals were exceptionally well for someone who had just been released from her cryogenic state. Her blood pressure was a little low, but not terribly so, and her heart rate was almost completely normal.

She was a pale girl, probably because of her lack of exposure to the sun during those years of cryo. A mess of dark hair was tangled around her head, starkly contrasting against the white hospital pillow. Steady, even breaths flowed in through her nose and out through her mouth silently, the only indication that she was breathing was the slow rise and fall of her chest. She looked so innocent, so harmless.

But Dr. Sommers knew she was anything but.

The girl stirred, letting out a soft groan, and Dr. Sommers jumped slightly, not expecting her to wake up so soon. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing soft green eyes that widened in shock as she realized her surroundings. She twisted in her bed, squirming away as Dr. Sommers walked closer. She was still weak, even if she had been given a variation of the serum when she was captured, but it had been sixty years of her being stationary in cryo. Of course she wasn't going to be at her maximum strength. She moaned helplessly, and Dr. Sommers shook his head.

"Shh, none of that," he cooed softly, grabbing a needle from the metal tray and beginning to prepare it. She whimpered louder, eyeing the needle in his hand. "You're safe."

She continued to struggle against the restraints holding her down, and Dr. Sommers rolled his eyes, grabbing her left arm and pushing the needle into the flesh. After a moment, she slumped in the hospital bed as the drugs began to take effect, staring up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.

"Now." Sommers cleared his throat, looking down at her. "I haven't given you a large enough dose to knock you out, but I'm going to ask you a few questions. Alright?"

The girl hesitated, her lips parting slightly as she considered it. She finally nodded, and Sommers smiled, satisfied. He said, "You can hear me clearly, correct? No blockage or anything…?"

"Yes," she answered. He smiled.

"Good, Elise." Sommers glanced down at the chart in his hand. "When were you born?"

He could see Elise struggle for an answer, before she mumbled, "1922."

"Do you remember anything else?" he asked, and she shook her head with a small "no" under her breath. "Then everything is as it should be." Sommers turned on his heel walking away a few feet, checking to make sure that the door of the room was locked now that Elise was awake. "It's been quite a long time since you were awake, Elise."

"How many years?" Elise croaked, her voice dry and raspy, and he gave her an almost sympathetic look.

"60 years," he stated, and the girl frowned. Had she really missed that much of a life that she didn't even remember? He noticed Elise's expression, and chuckled.

"It's alright, Elise," he reassured her, and she furrowed her eyebrows together as a question came to her.

"Where are we?" Sommers hesitated, wondering what was too much to tell her if he answered her question. He glanced at his chart again, just to avoid the girl's narrowed eyes. He looked up to see her glaring at him harshly.

"Where are we?" she asked again, this time more insistent, and a little harsh.

"I can't tell you that just yet," he finally said, and she scoffed, though it was weak. "But I'm Dr. Sommers."

"What am I doing here?" Elise questioned, and again, the man shook his head, causing her to frown.

"You have a purpose, Elise, I promise you that," Sommers said, and her expression showed obvious confusion and misunderstanding. "You were recently taken out of your cryogenic state just a few hours ago. You were up earlier than I expected, but that's probably because of the serum…"

But Elise was still stuck in the whole "purpose" thing. "What's the purpose?"

"Oh no," Dr. Sommers laughed. "I can't tell you that. You'll find out soon enough, though."

2 weeks later

Punch after punch was thrown at the bag, the metal holding it up shaking as Elise pummeled it until her fingers bruised, and then healed just as fast. She let out short, shaky breaths as her speed increased, and the rafters groaned in protest as the bag suddenly was swinging back and forth, but the girl didn't care. Elise landed another blow to the swinging bag and it flew backwards, and she gave a small cry as her hand cracked painfully.

Elise watched as the bloodied wound knitted itself back together until all that was left was blood without a wound. Sweat dripped down the back of her neck, and she wiped at it, wrinkling her nose at how gross she felt. Grabbing a towel from beside her, she wiped her face and made her way over to the door, opening it and sliding out of the small gym and into the little hospital room where she stayed.

Dr. Sommers was already in the room when Elise entered, and he looked up giving her a small grin. "I see you were testing your abilities again."

Elise shrugged, grumbling, "I don't really think of them as abilities."

Sommers ignored the comment, stepping closer to her with his chart in his hand. He observed her for a moment, before asking, "There's not discomfort or pain, right? No stiffness..?"

She shook her head. "No."

His smile grew wider, before he finally took in her expression, sand he frowned. "Why do you look so upset? You've been given a remarkable gift! You should be grateful!"

Elise gritted her teeth together, and fought back the urge to scream at the doctor. She had been kidnapped! Granted she couldn't even remember anything, but she couldn't have gone willingly if she didn't remember it, right? But she lied anyway. "I am grateful."

Sommers smiled, satisfied, before he ushered her over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of it, her feet dangling just a few centimeters above the floor. Dr. Sommers took out a blue tourniquet and tied it to the girl's arm, looking up at her. "We need a blood test."

Elise nodded, and he brought out a needle and pierced it into the flesh of the crook of her elbow, and she watched it enter the skin. Blood flowed from her arm and down the tube where it stopped in a small vial. After a moment, Sommers pulled the needle slowly from her arm and the two watched as the tiny hole healed.

"We'll get the results back in two days, as usual," Sommers told her, and Elise nodded absentmindedly. He walked over to the door with the vial after sticking a label onto it and walked through the door and across the hall, and Elise saw as he handed it to one of the nurses at her place.

Elise sighed, standing from the edge of the bed and walking to the small bathroom that was connected to the room. She had been here two weeks already and she hadn't even been able to leave her room to go anywhere that wasn't in the little gym that was only a few steps next door. The hospital where she was staying seemed to be a private section of the building, seeing as the only other room in the area was across the hall, and that one was empty.

She'd been told little of her purpose for being here, only that it was an important part of their organization here in this building. She's seen men in black bulletproof vests pass her room and have discussions with Dr. Sommers with pointed glances in her direction. Elise was unsure whether she could put her trust into someone as mysterious and avoidant as Dr. Sommers, but she really didn't have any other choice. She didn't see any way out; the doors were huge and had multiple locks and passcodes needed to open them. There were guards during the night, and the only windows in her room were small rectangular ones on the wall near the ceiling.

Elise quickly showered, which was something that she had to be instructed on how to do by one of the nurses. Most technology was new to her, seeing as she had no memory of any kind of it. Some of it had surprised her and confused her, but after a few days, she had gotten used to the everyday things.

She grabbed a blue towel off of the stool in the bathroom and squeezed her wet hair into it. She walked out of the bathroom to see one of the nurses changing her sheets. The nurse looked up, offered a small, strained smile, and quickly made to exit the room when Elise stopped her.

"Excuse me?" The nurse turned quickly, and Elise offered a smile. "Can I ask you something?"

The nurse straightened, and rubbed her hands together nervously. "I-I'm not really sure—"

Elise cut her off, her tone pleading and desperate. "Please?"

The nurse sighed, nodding. "Fine. What is it?"

Elise bit her lip. "Am I…am I allowed to go outside?"

She was given a look of something similar to pity, and then the nurse shook her head. " I'd have to talk to Dr. Sommers."

Elise nodded in acceptance, figuring that it was better than nothing.

"Okay."