Chapter 2

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Febuary 2, 2011. 0800 hours. DWC Secret basement.

I awoke on this day, to the sun shining through the smallest window ever right into my eyes. I sat up and groped for my cane, but fell off the bed instead.

"Ugh." I said as i sat up on the floor.

My cane was missing, and this wasn't my room. Then I remembered where I was. I reached out and grabbed the bed, and using my powerful upper body, lifted myself up onto my feet to try and limp to the bathroom. Taking a step, I suddenly realized something. My

legs were back! Woohoo! No more gimpy for me. I got dressed for the first time in a month, without help. As I finished putting my shoes on, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." I said.

A young lady walked in the door.

"Hello," she said. "I am Catherine. I am here to see how you are doing."

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "I feel great! My legs are back! I don't have to walk with a cane anymore!"

She smiled and wrote something down, but I didn't notice.

"I feel like I could jump fifty feet in the air!"

I jumped just because it felt great to have my legs back, and I went up, and up, and up and hit the roof, which was a good ten feet up. Catherine gasped and scribbled frantically.

"What the?!?" I exclaimed. I was totally not expecting that. I was expecting my normal jump height of two feet, but I HIT the CEILING, and not lightly either. I cracked it, and that's saying something because it was cement. I was a bit dazed on the way back down,

but recovered seconds before I hit. I landed awkwardly, expecting a hard hit, but it felt like I was landing from a half hop. Therefore, I overbalanced and fell.

"Wow." Catherine whispered. "Well, it's good to see you're feeling well sir. I must report this to my boss." she said.

"Kay." I said, rubbing the large lump on my head now.

After Catherine left, I exited the room and went to get something to eat. The only thing I could find were some vending machines. I bought a granola bar and sat down to eat it. As i was eating, I overheard someone talking on a speakerphone in the room behind

me.

"Sir, she said he cracked the ceiling." Someone said.

"Excellent." said an odd voice. "Begin the second part of the treatment immediately."

"Must be talking about me." I thought. "But what does he mean by second part?"

"Umm Sir?" said the voice again. "How will we know it worked again?"

"You idiot..." said the odd voice on the other end. "Sometimes I wonder why I even hired you. If it works..." From here, the conversation got really quiet for a few seconds. All I could make out was something about "orders".

"Oh ok right right. We will get to work on him as soon as possible." Then came a click, and the call ended.

"Maybe it wasn't me?" I thought. "maybe it was someone else?"

Some footsteps sounded and a door right next to me opened.

"You." the person said. "Come with me."

"Right-o." I said, deciding to play it dumb for a while.

We walked through what seemed miles of hallway and after a few minutes entered a dark room. No sooner than I walked in, the doors slammed shut behind me, and I was shoved roughly towards a brightly lit chair in the middle. I was forced into it and strapped

down. I heard a mechanical whirring and looked up to see thousands of needles, all descending upon me.

"Oh Sh-" I was cut off, as many of the needles plunged into me, injecting me with many different things that I did not know. The pain was unbearable. After what seemed like hours, I finally passed out from the pain.

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R&R.