(Holy crap! I'm updating a story with an extended plot?!
Just so you're warned now-- don't expect much from this chapter. It's boring, it's short, and it was written approximately two weeks after I had gotten Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn. With that said... after my ACT and such, I will desperately try to stay more on task story-wise.
Before I forget.
DUN DUN DUNNNNN.
With that said, I shall listen to Queen as I type the rest of this.
Markus, Professor Wilkens, Dr. Chen © Nintendo
The name Lily © Picup)
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Witchcraft
Chapter Two- Research
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"There are fifty mice- twenty-five brown, twenty-five white, and only two that are normal by all medical definitions of the word. You shall take the brown mice, Markus; I will work with the white ones. Is that acceptable?"
"It wouldn't matter if I said no; you have more authority than I do," Markus chuckled, a faint smile playing at his lips as he carefully lifted up a brown mouse with no left eye. "Did you know that my sister used to have pet mice? They drove the dog crazy..."
"That's fascinating, Markus," Lloyd Wilkens replied flatly-- his conspicuous effort to end the unnecessary conversation. The dark-haired surgeon sighed silently before focusing intently on his work.
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Ctrl. Sub. brwn- ctrl - no adverse reaction to serum
Ctrl. Sub. white- ctrl- no adverse reaction
01 brwn- msng eye- no adverse reaction
01 white- brain tumors- shedding fur
02 brwn . . .
The result of three long, torturous hours of tedious experimental surgeries was a data chart filled all the way up to number seventeen for brown mice, and thirteen for white. The professor was carefully dissecting the kidney of his fourteenth "patient" just as his assistant placed brown mouse eighteen on the miniature table.
Markus quickly checked the tag on the mouse's ear for its number and health anomaly.
18 brwn- synth. bld trnsfsn-
But before Markus could even consider picking up his scalpel, the cell phone in his coat pocket rang, its obnoxiously loud sound startling the phone's owner.
Riiiiing.
The mouse in his hand scampered off, dashing across the table back to its still-intact brethren.
"Damn... excuse me, professor..."
The dark-haired surgeon stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him before quickly pulling out his phone and answering it.
Riii--
"Hello?"
"Dr. Vaughn, we need your help in the ER!"
Markus blinked rapidly for a few brief seconds.
"Dr. Chen?"
Lily Chen's aggravated sigh more fully revealed her frustration.
"There was an accident on the freeway a short while ago-- there is not enough doctors to handle them all here. We need your help, now!"
"I'll be there in a minute!" Markus barked in reply before hanging up abruptly. Whirling around, he opened the solid oak door once again--
"Professor, there's been a traffic accident; Dr. Chen has requested my--"
"Go ahead, Markus."
The brunette surgeon left, dashing down the halls towards the operating room.
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(End chapter two.
That only took three months, right?
Well, I started writing chapter three, so hopefully it won't be another three-month wait, yeah? Maybe it can get narrowed down to... two.
DUN DUN DUNNNN.
Please review!)