Summary: A secret genome project has been sabotaged. The key to a 3,000-year-old mystery is missing. The clock is counting down for Earth's survival.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my body. No, wait…no, I own nothing.
Bright lights flooded her vision; tiny pin pricks against her dilated pupils. The world was white. Blinking rapidly to sweep the clammy sleep from her eyes, she struggled upright and shielded her face. Four white walls surrounded her, void of any decoration. She lie on a raised dais covered with a thin sheet. Various machines beeped rhythmically beside her with long tubes extending from their bodies to...
"Oh my...God!" she screamed, staring at the many tubes invading her arms, legs, torso and face. She couldn't stop screaming and then the pain came. It washed over her body like a tidal wave, taking her breath away. Angrily, she pulled at the tubes on her arms and legs leaving swollen holes in her flesh. Grasping the tube against her temple, she ripped it out frantically, screaming again at the sudden jolt of pain and blood. She desperately clawed at the side of the platform, pulling herself towards the edge and sliding off on to the bruising cold floor. Her back hit hard on the tile causing a rush of lightning pain to ripple down her spine. Her eyes felt like they were burning from the inside.
God, where was she? Lumbering awkwardly to her feet, she unsteadily swayed towards on white wall. She ran her fingers over the solid face until she jumped in surprise. A thin crevice revealed a hidden door. Gathering her strength, she began banging her fists against the door, yelling for someone, anyone, to her help her. No sound, no footsteps. The door didn't budge. Sagging against it, hot tears traced lines down her blooded cheek. Reaching up, she realized the wound from the tube in her temple had continued to bleed, seeping blood over her cheek and ear. Staring at the crimson stain on her hand, she cried again for someone and smeared the blood across the door in an angry swipe. Without warning, the door slid over and she toppled head first through the threshold.
Another white room, but different...a bathroom. It was small; barely long enough for her to lay her full length. A porcelain sink topped by an unframed mirror sat across the room. Using the sink to lift herself, she warily turned her eyes to the glass and stood shocked. Half her face was a colored with drying blood that had begun to crust around the wound above her ear. Brown-red hair flopped over her brows, dark against the paleness of her skin. Green eyes watched her from the glass, taking in her thin shoulders and naked breasts. This face was pretty, but...whose was it?
"Has the specimen been contained?"
"Of course, sir. She located the bathroom door, but has not left it."
"Has she said anything?"
"No, sir. She screamed for a few minutes, but desisted once we opened the bathroom portal. From her actions so far, I don't believe she remembers."
Two brown hands clasped over the top of gunmetal gray desk. The lights were low in this room, the man behind the desk sitting in shadows, his face hidden. His voice conveyed the power and control he held. Deep and melodious, it inspired fear and obedience from his workers. Anything less and...no one disobeyed.
"What about our project? Any signs of...realization?"
The young scientist, Mateo Brun, gulped audibly and fidgeted nervously from one foot to the other. "Well, um, no, not really. B-But we expect results within days, sir. Even though the project is not complete, we-"
"What?!" The dark man shot up in his chair, knocking it over and slamming his hands down on to the desk, leaving visible imprints. Brun jumped and stepped back, huddling pathetically against the door. He cringed while he listened to the director's breathing rasp loudly against the unrelenting silence of the room. "I was told this project was completed and only the awakening of the specimen remained. If you are still working, why is she awake?!"
"We-We don't know, sir. Yet!" He inserted frantically as the man's fists hit steel again. "I, I mean we, can fix this. I'm sure her awakening is only temporary. We can easily subdue her. There's no way out of the room except from the outside." Breathing in shallow gasps, Brun waited in agony while the director stood silent and still. It seemed an eternity before he lifted his hands and pulled back into the darkness behind his desk.
"I trust you will take care of this incident. Do not come to this office again until you have completed the objectives."
Nodding and muttering incoherently, Brun escaped through the door as it slid open behind him. Waiting until it closed, he collapsed into a chair in the hallway. Oh God, he had lied. What was he going to do?
In a control room adjacent to the large white square where the specimen was housed, a dark man sat watching her. TV monitors littered the wall, capturing her from every angle. He brushed dark black hair away from a handsome face, shifting his body to see her face better.
Yes, her eyes were different. His grey pupils narrowed as his gaze swept over her naked body. Leaning back gracefully, he propped his jaw in his hand, his other hand fingering the remote control he had used to stop the drip that had been leaking a strong sedative into her blood for months now.
She was awake. The game had begun.
Please R&R. If it sucks, feel free to flame. Otherwise, constructive criticism is always nice. Oh, and if someone has already done this, please tell me.
