A girl, appearing to be young, thrashed her frail arms and legs in the darkness of a laboratory built underneath the ground. There was a single, worn sheet protecting her from the chills of the unheated laboratory. Her bed, was not a bed at all, but an operating table, and this resided in the middle of the large room. To her left was one door. Out of that door came new ideas and new tools, which was accompanied by a man with a lust for knowledge. There was a metal table beside her 'bed' that had placed upon it an array of surgical tools. Some of these were used by surgeons and others were man-made. The man-made ones were able to achieve what the others were not able to, such as cauterizing the flesh as it cut to stop any unnecessary bleeding.
The walls were a plain light gray color. There were charts on the walls of human anatomy and internal organs. There was also a very large bookcase that she was allowed to read from. Most of the books were medical texts, but some of the others were great romances about knights and many books of poetry (Her favorites at that moment were Keats for his lovely poetry and imagery, and Wilde for the way he wrote and the characters he created.). Above her, were the large lights that were often on.
The heels of her feet crashed against the metal table, and soon after her arms fell as well. These spasms of her body created sounds that echoed throughout the room. After a few more crashes, the door opened and a shadowy, thin figure stepped through it. A hand touched a switch causing the lights to go on in the room. The man moved quickly across the laboratory, pushing aside the table that held all of the instruments. He peered down at her for a moment, avoiding the flailing legs and arms. He had taken the time to notice her thin, blonde hair that was cut at varying lengths and her face that had a multitude of scars upon it, as was the same for the rest of her body. Her face had a long scar that went across the bridge of her nose and one scar on each side of her mouth that went down towards her chin. On her small hands she wore white leather gloves, to hide her fingers. The tips of her fingers had been covered with metal and with her own will, she could have tiny needles come out of the metal fingertips. These needles did not shoot out they simply came out so that 1 1/2 inches of needle was visible from each fingertip, to stab upon pressure points, a highly effective way to take down any enemies. There was one more sign on her face that showed that she had a number of things done to her, she was missing her right eye. Well, she was not missing it, because she knew where it was. The eye that used to sit in her head, but was now being studied by a rather peculiar man was in a glass jar in the man's study which was in a room above the laboratory. She tried to hide the scarring from the procedure by wearing a white eye patch, even while she slept.
The man grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it, she awoke immediately. She looked frantic and bewildered for a moment, this was obvious in her very dark, almost black-colored eye. The man stared at her a little longer observing her movements. She then saw who it was that had awoken her and she let out a sigh of relief. "I almost thought I was somewhere else for a moment." Her voice was lite sounding like a teenage girl.
He simply nodded, not being able to speak himself. The blonde-girl's face then stopped moving the way living things often do and she slumped forward. Her body was completely limp. The man reached out once again and pushed her into an upright sitting position. He grabbed a knob on the girls chest located where the heart is and began turning it. After about ten turns the girl sat straighter and looked slightly embarrassed. "Thank-you..."
The man just wrapped the sheet around the girl and led her out of the laboratory, up some metal stairs and into a living room. The man closed the door behind her, which appeared to be just a part of the wall from the living room. The walls were a deep red and there was dark brown leather furniture in this room. Many paintings were on the walls all around her and at the other end of the room was a large fireplace with an intricately designed mantel. There was no fire going, but the warmth was not needed. She stared at another door that led to his study, but she was then motioned to walk up another set of stairs. The man walked behind her and she came out into a familiar hallway. She looked back at him and he pointed to one of the doors in the hallway, which she opened. There was a large bed in the room with a thick comforter on top of it. Books lined all of the walls. "Whose room is this, I've never seen it before?"
The man nodded towards her and that was all the hint she needed to know that it was her room. "I have a room now?" She smiled a broad smile. The small girl walked over to inspect the bed and heard the door click, causing her to turn around, but she was now the only one in the room. "Thank-you..." She whispered to herself and climbed into her bed.