Okay! so i have been writing this story for a while and i have it up on and yeah...i realize that most of you do NOT go to my account there...so i hav decided to post this up here...This is Can't Control Myself and it is MINE! i own everything and yeah, anyways i wrote this BEFORE the supernatural craze and yeah . Hope you enjoy and if i get good reviews and such ill post more! ENJOY

Supersam1906

ONce again i own it ALL

Prologue

"Pulse?"

"Normal"

"Blood pressure?"

"A little high but dropping sir."

"Everything is a go then?"

"Yes sir, number 126 is stable and ready."

Those were the first words I herd. The pounding in my head was unbearable.

"Is it conscious yet?"

"No sign of movement, but the drugs should be warring off any minute now."

I moved my hand…yes it was my hand. My fingers tingled.

"I have movement sir! Number 126 has re-gained consciousness. 126…can you speak? Respond."

His stern voice made my head…ugh! The ringing. No, the POUNDING! I wanted them to stop!

"126 can you hear me?"

Yes stop!

"I repeat. Number 126 can you speak?"

Yes, yes! Just stop talking!

They can't hear you, so open your eyes and talk stupid.

My eyes? Oh yeah right.My eyes opened to a blinding white light. I blinked twice attempting to clear my blurred vision. Soon the blurred figures in front of me became clear. Two men were staring at me with anxious eyes. One was wearing all white, and the other was wearing a black suit and a red tie that sent a sharp pain through my eyes. It made me turn my attention to the man in white.

"126 can you speak?" the man in the white…uniform? Yes that was the word, uniform. He was staring at me. He was…worried, concerned, anxious?

"Well is it working? Or is it another failure Jeff?" the man in the black suit was angry, no he was also worried.

I took the time to look around the room I was in. I was on some kind of silver colored table, in a room with nothing but white walls. Above me were a giant fluorescent light, and a lamp of some sort. I was hooked up to a bunch of monitors. One of them was making a continuous beeping sound.

It monitors our heart.

Wait what do you mean? Who are you?

"Can you speak 126?" Jeff asked again.

"I. Think. So." Gasping for air I tried to ignore the burning in my throat. Was that my voice?

"See sir she's not a failure, good now 126 can you try to sit up? Slowly please." The excitement in Jeff's voice replaced the worry that was there previously. He seemed more relaxed.

I slowly lifted up my head, then my shoulders, and finally my torso. Suddenly a sharp pain surged through my head. My hands flew to the sides of my skull and clamped down. The beeping suddenly quickened and at the same time my heart felt like it was going to break through my ribs.

Panic spread throughout the room. I herd Jeff yell something, but it was blurred out by the voice yelling at me in my head.

Thirsty! Hey stupid we need some refreshments! Then the voice let out a high pitched scream that could break glass.

I felt my hand grab the side of the silver table; the cold sent a chill through my arm. I don't remember me moving my hand. Suddenly I was on my feet. Two muscular men in blue uniforms grabbed me. In one fell swoop I was on my back again.

Jeff was now running toward me with a syringe filled with a deep red liquid. It glisten in the fluorescents and stood out against the plain white walls. Jeff stuck in one of the veins of my arm. As soon as the cool red liquid flowed into my veins the voice stopped screaming, in fact it stopped all together. I could hear the beeping slow down while Jeff said something, but it was too soft for me to hear.

"Sir, this has never happen before. Normally A.V.E's don't come back so fast. If an A.V.E goes into the V State upon awakening they don't come back. She did."

"So what are you saying Jeff?"

"Sir, I think we have a very unique one. A breakthrough.

Suddenly it all went black.