Genetics of a Pixie
Chapter 2
I still don't own anything and I'm actually in debt so don't bother to sue. anyway here's chapter two hope you like it.
Daniel quickly keyed in the number as he had prior to enter the door to the elevator and the door to this hall of cells. With a triumvirate of whirs and hisses the heavy door slid open and allowed Daniel access. Apparently pixie was not to pleased to see him entering.
What are you doing? you're not the doctor! She's the only one allowed in here! please go away and leave us alone we've done nothing to you and we've already been in the area twice today. she pleaded as Daniel kneeled just before where she was curled into a ball in the corner, except for one leg which he would soon know why it had been abandoned in her search for safety.
It's ok, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help. then he noticed, for in the dark shadows of this corner of the cell he was unable to see that her rather shapely body was indeed swollen and bruised and utterly battered as though she'd tried to fight an army but what proved her truly beaten state was her leg. She had not left it straight by choice but because she could do not otherwise with it. It was set at an odd angle and obviously the bone was broken in her lower leg and perhaps her thigh too as he looked at it's discoloration. He was brought back to his earlier conversation when she found the courage to speak again.
Help? Why would I need help? and why would you want to give us help? why should you care? she sobbed as new tears began to stream down her face. She still continued despite them though. We're nothing but monsters too you and the rest of them, something to watch fight in the arena or to run tests on and cage up from birth, Why should you help us? You don't even care! she sobbed as Daniel was finally pushed to his limit.
Look it might be true that they've miss treated you here but I'm not one of them, I want to help. please let me. he wiped away her tears gently as she looked up and relaxed noticeably before taking his hand and holding it to her cheek as she looked up at him. Do you really care what happens to us? she almost pleaded. Daniel merely smiled and stroked her cheek gently with his palm before answering. Yes I do, now come on lets get you out of here before someone figures...
Daniel didn't even have time to finish his sentence before he was forced to spin around on his knees in a kneeling position facing the door as it opened and a woman in a lab coat entered and in mere seconds after the door opened he found himself faced with a tranquilizer gun produced from an emergency panel on the wall he had neglected to notice. He inwardly teased himself as adrenaline and fear took over. Thinking "Way to go leave the damn gun at the door and back yourself in a corner" and when he heard pixie crying again his course was set. The gun was raised and a Young Man rises to meet it in hopes of protecting a newfound friend and with hope that he would reach the gun first before the darts sting could render his no their last and only defense unconscious, him. and with a slight shoowp of compressed air the answer was given.