A/N Fine, I give up. I wanted comments, but I got only one. Am I really that bad? Come on peeps, reviews? I'll only submit the next chappie if I get at least two more reviews. Sound fair? Plus, I know how everybody loves virtual cookies, so free virtual cookies to those who review! :D
Disclaimer- I own nothing except my character. Who has levitation powers. And maybe the lipstick whitecoat and the other evil dude. Everything else belongs to awesome James Patterson. Duh. :P
III
The whitecoats faced each other and began whispering. Right now, I was mentally kicking myself. How could I have missed the sound of their footsteps? I had very accurate hearing, as the little birds outside usually woke me up in the mornings, even though there were no windows in this room. Was I so engrossed in the boring book of science? I looked at the whitecoats, nervously waiting to see what they'd do.
The woman with the bright red lipstick walked over to my cage and looked at me. "Will you please do that again?" I was taken aback. Whitecoats never spoke to me as if I was a human! They always acted as if I was an inanimate object, or a robot. I looked into her eyes. She looked friendly, but you could never trust a whitecoat. I glanced at the Isaac Newton book that was dropped, and it slowly floated. Avoiding the looks by the astonished whitecoats, I gave the book my focus and put it back on the shelf. The lady stood back and whispered more to the others.
The man with a scraggly beard looked at the other two whitecoats, and walked to my cage. I scooted to the back of my cage, sensing the bad vibes radiate off him. He was not as friendly as the lipstick whitecoat. He opened the cage door and slowly reached toward me with his tough, calloused hands. I tried to scoot back further, but the stupid cage had a back, and there was no more room. He grabbed me and carried me to the door. "You have a new skill. You must take some special tests involving your new skill," he said with a deep, gruff voice.
I started struggling to break free from his grip, but he had a strong grip. My eyes desperately shot to the bookshelf, where I lifted the dictionary and daringly slammed it against the whitecoat's head. He stiffened, and I took that time to bite his arm. He roared at me, and I could feel my teeth break his skin. He whirled around and flung me onto the table. I cowered close to my cage, and I felt the rage in his eyes. Suddenly his hand smacked me across the face. I whimpered quietly and I felt tears form in my eyes.
The two other whitecoats restrained the guy before he could harm me again. The lipstick whitecoat yelled at the guy, who looked like I was the thing that created his miseries. "You idiot! You should be fired! Hitting that specimen, it's a rare, special, unique… it's experiment four-nine-one-seven-three!" she sputtered madly. So much for talking to me as if I were human. Yeah, that's me, experiment four-nine-one-seven-three. At your service.
When the mad scientist (literally!) was chauffeured out of the room, the lipstick whitecoat returned. She slowly approached me, holding an IV and a syringe. I stared at her, and she opened my cage door. I tried to cower away from her, but the cage was just too darn small. She gently grabbed my arm and kindly explained that this was to calm me down and help me relax. I stared into her peaceful eyes, the same ones that, moments ago, were full of rage at the vindictive guy, and I felt the syringe needle slowly pierce my skin. I winced as I felt the fluids being released into my bloodstream. The syringe left, and I was given the IV, which was a strong mixture of painkillers and something else that had me sound asleep just moments later.
I woke up sometime later. Hours? How long? Too long. I rubbed my arm where I was given the shot. I was dizzy, woozy, not knowing when or where I was. I remembered before I was asleep, a woman with bright red lipstick gave me a shot and an IV. Before that, an old scary guy hit me after I hit him with a book and bit his dirty, hairy arm. My hand touched my cheek, and I could tell a big, purple bruise had formed. Why did I bite and hit him? He said he was going to make me do several special tests. I searched my brain for the reason why. Then it hit me. The three whitecoats walked in the room as I was reading a book, as I was levitating book. I had forgotten I could levitate objects.
I looked at the bookshelf, only to find it had been stripped of its books. I looked around disappointedly, hoping that they just moved the books. They did not. I wiggled my toes, and felt nothing. Joy, they put in a new numbing IV probably while I was asleep. I had to get out of here, and I had to fast.
