The bloded italic phrases/words in the beginning are the lyrics to Evanescence's 'Bring Me to Life.'
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, most of it is in Fang's little sis' point of view.
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How can you see into my eyes like open doors
My eyes opened up. I'm surrounded in a vat of green liquid. Eww... The bubbles float around, tickling me. I laugh, and it is then I find an oxygen mask, covering my nose and mouth. The plastic binds tightly, but I can breathe. Looking up, I see Uncle Borcht. What is he doing there? Why is he holding a needle?
Leading you down into my core
He motions for a guy in a white coat to turn the wheel. That's when I noticed I'm being lifted from the pool of water(or whatever it was). He tests the needle, checking for flaws. Why is he doing this?
Where I've become so numb
He leans closer, as I cower in fear, clenching my eyes shut, trying not to glare at him. It's just Uncle Borcht, he won't do anything. He can't harm you.
Without a soul
His voice is muffled, but I can still hear it, "Dis von't hurt a bit."
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
I watch as the needle, with a sharp point(I had just noticed.), lower towards my arm. Just one glare...you probably won't hurt him. I clamp my eyes shut.
Until you find it there and
It lowers, I frantically try to move my arm, but it's locked down with clamps. The needle is just inches away from my skin now.
Lead it back home
It comes...closer...and closer... until... I peer at the syringe, exploding it completely and spilling the liquid within. And I scream.
WAKE ME UP!
"Whaaa?!" I wake up, forcing my eyes to open. I looked at my arm, making sure that it wasn't real. But it felt soooo real. Huh... Whatever. Why do things always have to start with dreams? Personally I'm not a professional dream interpreter, but this whole wacko adventure probably started out with this dream. More on that later. Before I thought Uncle Borcht was just a fat guy with a funny accent, but after having these dreams he's just plain scary. I suppressed a shiver. OK, you're being paranoid, he's just a guy who needs to go on a diet. I've been having this dream for some time now, and I knew that after exploding the needle/syringe, the who place would explode like one big fireball and I would get the heck outta there. And then the alarm would--
BRIIING!!
--ring.
Marian knocked on my door. She was my 'mother' as far as I could remember. My parents had supposedly died in an airplane crash, and Marian had found the love in her heart to adopt me. She was working to support us as a biologist, doing research on exotic animals of the world. As far as I knew, she had a considerable amount of cash as her salary, because we could afford to live in a big whopping castle in Germany. My first impression was that it was dark and gloomy. My second impression was that Marian needed to take decor lessons. What we really needed were seasonal plantings. Of course, there were some parts of the castle were forbidden, well...most of the castle. Marian said those parts contained biohazards, and were dangerous for me to explore, but the clanking sound of metal hinted something else.
Marian poked her head in, "Is everything all right?"
"Hmm? Uh yeah."
"Guess who's coming?"
I put on a smile and asked her with just the right amount of curiosity, "Who?"
"Uncle Borcht. Aren't you excited?"
Oh boy, just the person I wanted to meet today.
Marian must have seen my face because she briefly frowned, then resumed her smile as if nothing had happened.
"Well," she clapped her hands together, "I'll be waiting outside the door?" She then strolled out.
Marian leaned on the wall outside the room of the Avian/Human Experiment.
Ter Borcht toddled up on his stubby legs, "Ven are you going to tell hur?"
"Tell her what?"
"That she vasn't adopted, zat hur parents are still alive. Vat we are really doing. That the only reason vere being nice to her is so she doesn't destroy da whole place."
"Why would you even think about that?"
"She vill find out vun way or anothur."
"Then we must keep her from finding out."