Prologue - The Injection
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I watched as the syringe stopped just before reaching my arm. "As far as we know, there is no reversal for the serum, or for any side effects it may cause."
"Can't say that I'm overly fond of needles," I stated.
The scientist paused and looked at me. The color of her pristine white lab coat was intensified by the harsh lights of the testing facility. It made her appear eerie, supernatural even.
"That doesn't answer my question, Miss Pierre. Do you, or do you not accept the risks associated with this experiment?"
"Yes, yes. I have read and agreed to the terms and conditions and will not hold you liable if I spontaneously grow antlers...Yada, yada, yada..." I said, rolling my eyes.
"This is no laughing matter, Miss," she said, looking at me sternly. Man, she looked like my mother when she did that.
"Alright, fine. But could you please hurry up with that spear you're holding there? You're making me anxious."
I cringed. I had made sure that they used the smallest needle possible, the one used to administer shots to babies, but it still looked like some medieval torture tool. Now, don't get the wrong idea about me. I am no wimp. Everyone has that one thing that gives them the heebie jeebies. For some people it's spiders; for others it's airplanes. Mine just so happens to be things entering my flesh that don't belong there - a.k.a. needles.
I looked away as the woman began inching the needle forward. I felt a prick as she injected it. Because I had chosen to use such a small needle, she had informed me that it would take about an hour for the serum to be fully administered.
I suppose that gave me some time to think.