Slowly, her eyes flickered open, resulting in a wave of excruciating blinding light. Grimacing them shut, she let out a small air bubble from the depths of her throat, which slowly tickled along the roof of her mouth and escaped her lips as a silent cry of discomfort. Cautiously this time, she strained her eyes and as they became accustomed to the light, and came to grips with her surroundings; she was engulfed and suspended in a watery liquid, she had doubts of the colour, it seemed a pale green mixed with a light blue. Beyond that she saw very little, or rather a lighter sheen of what she presumed was a glass panel an arm's length away. An arm's length away she thought, panic engulfed her and she endeavoured to move her limbs, resulting in a limp twitch of her fingers. Her legs stung with cramps alongside pins and needles, but all in all with a wave of her arms she could move. Rolling her neck she looked around; she really was suspended, below her toes hovered a good two feet from the base of the tank she was in, and above her revealed a dimmed light and a metal panel. If she could've grunted she would've, but the lack of oxygen in her lungs prevented her, instead she felt a wave of confusion wash over her being; where the hell was she? She tried to think through her hazy mind, but any thoughts that surfaced simply were too transparent to fully grasp hold of; like she was snatching at wisps of smoke.

Suddenly movement caught her eye; with a hawk like gaze she fixed onto the apparent cause of motion. Just outside of the tank, walked a tall white figure; she guessed he must be wearing a lab coat, as it was simply too ugly, and too professional a garment for any civic person to wear.

He walked with casual ease across to where a large, silver desk space sat, littered in towers of paper work. As he reached the desk, his shoulders loosened and he lazily dropped a clip board onto one of the piles; she could only guess that a small sigh had escaped his lips upon the action, as she couldn't hear a single thing coming from the room. He then raised a hand and pushed a pair of glasses he wore further up the bridge of his nose; his expression was tiresome and worn out, as though he'd worn the same face every day. She mused through the glass; this man had obviously been here for a certain length of time, perhaps months, years even, therefore he must know why she was suspended in a tank full of liquid with a mind devoid of memories as to how she got there.

Turning her attention from the man, her eyes started to adjust to focus upon the rest of the room, when suddenly it dawned on her the predicament she was in; she was held inside a large room, caged either side by long, panelled walls of metal. Below the tank a single narrow walkway lead to the opposite side where the man still stood peering at the clip board; surrounding him was an abundance of wires and pipes that ran up the length of the wall, most of which were connected to glowing monitors all set at various points in the wall, or upon similarly silver desks. The lighting was harsh at the man's end, but towards where she sat in the tank it dimmed to a dark nothingness, causing shadows to creep up the walls and along the walkway in front of her. The feel of the room was bitter and cold, but above all else, uneasy; it was although the room in its décor, was ominous.

Her face hardened, and she held back a scowl, as she then looked back upon the man; he'd finished whatever mundane task he'd been preoccupied with, and seemed to be looking her way. Surprise hit her; he was looking right her way, and she had no idea how to react. Was this the first time he'd seen her "awake" as she put it? Her face through instinct became stoic, as she hid her emotional surprise; in the current situation, he was an unknown equation in the puzzle she found herself in, she didn't know whether he was neither friend nor foe. With this simple thought, she closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she pricked her ears; better to stay hidden behind the guise of sleep than let him know she was aware of his presence.

The man could've sworn he'd seen her face move; to put it in the least performed some sort of facial movement, more so than the other numerous times he looked at her in the tank whilst she rest there sleeping. With a confused look upon his face he pushed his glasses up again, and carefully paced across the walkway towards the tank; his face now a picture of scrutiny as he tried to perceive what he thought he just seen. No, he thought, his eyes must've been playing up on him; the endless hours he sat in front of flickering monitors and left peering at reports had caused him no end of migraines, and periodical short sightedness.

As he reached the tank, he craned his neck to look upon her sleeping face; she truly was beautiful, even if she wasn't, well, fully developed yet. He stifled a chuckle at the thought. After all the other scientists had mentioned how even though her adult body had matured, and set into the strong form now in view, her body was not entirely mature, internal workings were still at play. It probably didn't help what they'd done to her either, with all the failed experiments they'd permitted, all in aid to speed up the process on which they were still waiting on. They simply didn't have time to be spent waiting, wasting resources. Well, one of the experiments had been a great success, but with dire consequences he mused, his chin resting in his hand, whilst he contemplated the memory. It had taken so much to cover it up, and even then they were barely lucky enough to get her under sedation, and come up with a quick plan to somehow reverse the effects. The plan had taken several painstaking months to come into reality, but in the end it had worked; a viable host was found, and well, now they seemed to back at the beginning again with nothing solid to work on.

Again a tired expression washed over his face; how long was this whole process going to take? And more importantly, was she going to be controllable this time? Perishing the old memories that surfaced with the thought, he looked back upon her. Still asleep it seemed. There was no need to be concerned then he thought, as he quietly turned from the tank. However, as he was just about to leave, he caught his gaze on a small heart monitor set aside the tank; the pulse was elevated above the average she gave when sedated, meaning only one thing. He slowly looked up at her form, his eyes containing a hint of surprise mixed with hurt, and his face contorted into a somewhat sour grin.

"Well, well, well. Guess we are awake then, aren't we?"

Her eyes snapped open the moment her ears caught the mocking tone he relayed; she'd heard that voice a million times over but couldn't understand why. It mattered little though; her mind was laced with visceral anger at the man now caught under her intense gaze. He simply looked back, an eyebrow raised, whether in question or rather irritancy she didn't know, but despite her intensely cold stare he seemed unfettered.

"Hmmph. Seems I'll need the tank support system checking out, again." He scoffed lightly, and lowered his hand to press a small button next to the monitor.

She stared at him with an un-impenetrable, undeniably hateful gaze, but as he raised his face again to meet it, she felt a slow chill creep across her body, and as she tried to focus her eyes on him, she felt it slowly envelope her mind; her eyelids loosened over her eyes, followed by the feeling of her face softening. She no longer felt angry, and as she drifted into darkness, she quickly forgot about the man who watched her; a wide grin plastered across his once tiresome face, as he once again pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.