Alpha's Omega
Prologue
By: Kayla Chavi and The Rose Society
Rating: R
Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
EtrlSlrMn@aol.com
http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm
http://www.geocities.com/the_rose_society/
It was becoming aware of itself,
floating in that void of consciousness.
He? He. He knew he was male. It
was just something he knew, he couldn't
explain how, but he knew. The lights
overhead were bright and filled with
several different colors. He...he was
laying on a table of some sorts. It was cold
and somewhat hard against his skin.
He was naked.
Where had he learned that? How did
he know he was naked? And, more importantly,
how did he know what being naked meant?
"He is becoming more aware now."
His gaze was pulled to a person standing
over him. The person was different than him.
They were not hes. They had these mounds of
flesh that protruded from their upper torso
and longer hair.
She.
His mind supplied the word and he
wondered where it had come from.
There were two shes. One was standing
close to him. She had pale skin and startling
green eyes. They seemed to glow and he
couldn't tell if they were supposed to be
like that or not. Her hair was long and a
dark auburn color and it fell around her in
waves. She seemed incredibly delicate. However
her facial features were expressionless.
The only way he knew she was alive were her
eyes. They were just too amazing for her to be
dead.
"Perhaps we should begin the testing?"
The other she spoke and he looked at her. She
was almost a complete contrast to the other
she. Her hair was straight and black, almost
blacker then the darkness outside of the
lights. On the top of her head were perched a
set of odd looking metal and plastic.
Glasses.
Again, the word just entered his mind
like he knew it. It perplexed him a little, but
he continued to look. She was a little taller
than the other woman and her expression was
just as controlled. Her eyes were different as
well. The violet was just as unnatural as the
green of the other she, yet more so. The shes
were different yet the same.
Beautiful.
Both were beautiful, but yet....yet he
felt like he shouldn't be thinking that. Like it
was wrong or not appropriate. These women
weren't here to be beautiful. They were here for
something else.
The one with violet eyes bent, so that
she and he were face to face. "Do you know your
name?"
He searched his consciousness, searching
for an answer. The question triggered a word.
"Endymion," he replied.
The violet eyed she's mouth changed
shape, its corners turning up for a brief moment.
Smile. She smiled, for a brief amount of time.
The other she approached him. His
attention was drawn to the feel of cold hands on
his skin. The green eyed woman was gently
pressing a cold metal object into his flesh. He
winced. No pain, just different. The muscle that
she touched, spasmed. She looked up into
his eyes and he saw her smile slightly as
well. She looked haunted, and he didn't even
know how he knew.
"Good reflexes," her words came out in
a quiet murmur that was meant for the other
woman's ears. Somehow he heard it. She looked
at his face and knew he had. "Good hearing as
well."
"Excellent." The violet eyed she
pointed to herself. "My name is Doctor Rose
Chang. That other woman there is Doctor Kalkia
Skye. Are you comprehending what I am saying?"
He nodded. He was hearing these words
for the first time in his existence (how did
he know that?), and yet he understood them
perfectly.
There was a sudden stab of pain in
his side. It caused him to wince and jerk.
"Oops." The she called Kalkia picked up the
instrument that had fallen on his stomach. Her
skin turned a faint pink and she turned away.
"It seems as if the mental programming
was successful." Dr. Chang looked at her
counterpart, her features betraying no emotion.
"We should contact Dr. Zoicite." Her voice,
though firm, hid a faint note of fatalism.
"I haven't checked everything," Dr.
Skye turned back to the table. "He'll want to
know if he functions correctly."
Functions? What did she mean by that?
Endymion understood her words, but their
meanings had been lost to him.
Dr. Chang shot Dr. Skye a glare. "He's
not a damn machine, Kalkia. He's a human being,
just like you, me or Zoicite, although sometimes
I wonder about that bastard." Endymion could hear
her heart rate speed up, a physical manifestation
of her anger.
"Rose, hold your tongue." Dr. Skye looked
upset but she placed her hand firmly on the center
of his abdomen, continuing the tests. Her voice
betrayed none of her emotions. She was more
controlled then Dr. Chang. "I prefer to see the
sun and not be stuck in a hell hole. Zoi might
hear you and we both know what he's capable of.
He'll have us reassigned to that base in
Antarctica." Her words were quick, almost too fast
for him to understand, but her tone was more
important. IT had changed. It was filled with
dread and fear, something alien with the she's
personality.
Whoever this Dr. Zoicite was, the name
meant something not so pleasant to the two shes--
no, the two women.
Dr. Chang sighed, defeated. "Yeah, I
know." She placed a warm hand on Endymion's
cheek, gazing into his eyes, and for a moment,
her facade of control broke. Endymion could see
that underneath her clinical image was a woman
who was trapped, a tortured soul. But he couldn't
explain how he knew. He just did. Then the woman
schooled her features once again to its
expressionless state and turned to her friend.
"Zoicite told us to report to him as soon as
Project Alpha was conscious. He can get his pasty
ass down here himself if he wants to know if
Endymion functions correctly. I'll go get one of
the underlings to report to him while you finish
your half of the assessment. I'll run him through
the mental tests afterwards." She turned on her
heel to leave. Pausing, the doctor said breezily,
"And DON'T do anything to him that I wouldn't do,"
gave Endymion a wink and exited the room.
Dr. Skye looked after her and shook her
head. She murmured something to herself and then
sighed. "She makes me sound like a slut," she
muttered. "It's not my fault that she caught
Jon and I in the break room. Hell, I don't think
I'll ever live that one down."
Endymion blinked when he felt an odd tug.
It had come from below his waist but before he
could register what the feeling meant, there was
a new sensation. The doctor had taped an
electrode onto his chest and was now hooking the
wire to a machine.
"There, that wasn't so bad." Dr. Skye
looked up at the monitors. "Project Alpha,
physically perfect in every way. I just hope they
don't end up killing this one."
Then she left as well.
Author Notes:
KC: *mutters* How did I get dragged into this?
*blinks* What do you mean with my eyes open and
running towards it. Even I'm not that crazy!
*coughs* Please, don't all agree at once....
Enjoy!
RS: Heehee, welcome to our very new and exciting
sci-fi thriller =) I hope you'll enjoy this new
co-fic, a first between KC and I.
Prologue
By: Kayla Chavi and The Rose Society
Rating: R
Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com
EtrlSlrMn@aol.com
http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm
http://www.geocities.com/the_rose_society/
It was becoming aware of itself,
floating in that void of consciousness.
He? He. He knew he was male. It
was just something he knew, he couldn't
explain how, but he knew. The lights
overhead were bright and filled with
several different colors. He...he was
laying on a table of some sorts. It was cold
and somewhat hard against his skin.
He was naked.
Where had he learned that? How did
he know he was naked? And, more importantly,
how did he know what being naked meant?
"He is becoming more aware now."
His gaze was pulled to a person standing
over him. The person was different than him.
They were not hes. They had these mounds of
flesh that protruded from their upper torso
and longer hair.
She.
His mind supplied the word and he
wondered where it had come from.
There were two shes. One was standing
close to him. She had pale skin and startling
green eyes. They seemed to glow and he
couldn't tell if they were supposed to be
like that or not. Her hair was long and a
dark auburn color and it fell around her in
waves. She seemed incredibly delicate. However
her facial features were expressionless.
The only way he knew she was alive were her
eyes. They were just too amazing for her to be
dead.
"Perhaps we should begin the testing?"
The other she spoke and he looked at her. She
was almost a complete contrast to the other
she. Her hair was straight and black, almost
blacker then the darkness outside of the
lights. On the top of her head were perched a
set of odd looking metal and plastic.
Glasses.
Again, the word just entered his mind
like he knew it. It perplexed him a little, but
he continued to look. She was a little taller
than the other woman and her expression was
just as controlled. Her eyes were different as
well. The violet was just as unnatural as the
green of the other she, yet more so. The shes
were different yet the same.
Beautiful.
Both were beautiful, but yet....yet he
felt like he shouldn't be thinking that. Like it
was wrong or not appropriate. These women
weren't here to be beautiful. They were here for
something else.
The one with violet eyes bent, so that
she and he were face to face. "Do you know your
name?"
He searched his consciousness, searching
for an answer. The question triggered a word.
"Endymion," he replied.
The violet eyed she's mouth changed
shape, its corners turning up for a brief moment.
Smile. She smiled, for a brief amount of time.
The other she approached him. His
attention was drawn to the feel of cold hands on
his skin. The green eyed woman was gently
pressing a cold metal object into his flesh. He
winced. No pain, just different. The muscle that
she touched, spasmed. She looked up into
his eyes and he saw her smile slightly as
well. She looked haunted, and he didn't even
know how he knew.
"Good reflexes," her words came out in
a quiet murmur that was meant for the other
woman's ears. Somehow he heard it. She looked
at his face and knew he had. "Good hearing as
well."
"Excellent." The violet eyed she
pointed to herself. "My name is Doctor Rose
Chang. That other woman there is Doctor Kalkia
Skye. Are you comprehending what I am saying?"
He nodded. He was hearing these words
for the first time in his existence (how did
he know that?), and yet he understood them
perfectly.
There was a sudden stab of pain in
his side. It caused him to wince and jerk.
"Oops." The she called Kalkia picked up the
instrument that had fallen on his stomach. Her
skin turned a faint pink and she turned away.
"It seems as if the mental programming
was successful." Dr. Chang looked at her
counterpart, her features betraying no emotion.
"We should contact Dr. Zoicite." Her voice,
though firm, hid a faint note of fatalism.
"I haven't checked everything," Dr.
Skye turned back to the table. "He'll want to
know if he functions correctly."
Functions? What did she mean by that?
Endymion understood her words, but their
meanings had been lost to him.
Dr. Chang shot Dr. Skye a glare. "He's
not a damn machine, Kalkia. He's a human being,
just like you, me or Zoicite, although sometimes
I wonder about that bastard." Endymion could hear
her heart rate speed up, a physical manifestation
of her anger.
"Rose, hold your tongue." Dr. Skye looked
upset but she placed her hand firmly on the center
of his abdomen, continuing the tests. Her voice
betrayed none of her emotions. She was more
controlled then Dr. Chang. "I prefer to see the
sun and not be stuck in a hell hole. Zoi might
hear you and we both know what he's capable of.
He'll have us reassigned to that base in
Antarctica." Her words were quick, almost too fast
for him to understand, but her tone was more
important. IT had changed. It was filled with
dread and fear, something alien with the she's
personality.
Whoever this Dr. Zoicite was, the name
meant something not so pleasant to the two shes--
no, the two women.
Dr. Chang sighed, defeated. "Yeah, I
know." She placed a warm hand on Endymion's
cheek, gazing into his eyes, and for a moment,
her facade of control broke. Endymion could see
that underneath her clinical image was a woman
who was trapped, a tortured soul. But he couldn't
explain how he knew. He just did. Then the woman
schooled her features once again to its
expressionless state and turned to her friend.
"Zoicite told us to report to him as soon as
Project Alpha was conscious. He can get his pasty
ass down here himself if he wants to know if
Endymion functions correctly. I'll go get one of
the underlings to report to him while you finish
your half of the assessment. I'll run him through
the mental tests afterwards." She turned on her
heel to leave. Pausing, the doctor said breezily,
"And DON'T do anything to him that I wouldn't do,"
gave Endymion a wink and exited the room.
Dr. Skye looked after her and shook her
head. She murmured something to herself and then
sighed. "She makes me sound like a slut," she
muttered. "It's not my fault that she caught
Jon and I in the break room. Hell, I don't think
I'll ever live that one down."
Endymion blinked when he felt an odd tug.
It had come from below his waist but before he
could register what the feeling meant, there was
a new sensation. The doctor had taped an
electrode onto his chest and was now hooking the
wire to a machine.
"There, that wasn't so bad." Dr. Skye
looked up at the monitors. "Project Alpha,
physically perfect in every way. I just hope they
don't end up killing this one."
Then she left as well.
Author Notes:
KC: *mutters* How did I get dragged into this?
*blinks* What do you mean with my eyes open and
running towards it. Even I'm not that crazy!
*coughs* Please, don't all agree at once....
Enjoy!
RS: Heehee, welcome to our very new and exciting
sci-fi thriller =) I hope you'll enjoy this new
co-fic, a first between KC and I.