{Chapter VII}

I don't know what happened. I don't know whether they shot us with tranquilizers, or gave us some sort of medicine to make us sleep. I don't know where I was, but I knew how they got us here. I remember being locked in a cage, and waking up in the white area, where many other scientists had been. It was now empty, all computers turned off. I heard no voices, I did not know what they were going to do. I kept silent, knowing I had to see as much of this place as I could. I snapped my eyes shut, and pretended to be out when they checked on me. I snapped them open when they checked the others. We were in some other room of the facility, apparently through some passage adjacent to ours. The lights only shown in the path we were on, a great platform, surrounded by steel of some sort, but stronger. We were on a preprogrammed route, as the lights did not light up everything on the automated platform, but I saw many other routes going in different directions, and that the steel walls were a lot like my cell. It was like they were hiding something from us, but what? I couldn't try to break free, I'd have no other back up. I didn't know which monster was nearest to me, I only knew that Susan and Insecto were not among us. I was on the right side, and there was another crate next to mine. Behind my crate was one slightly taller, and in the one in front one longer. I assumed BOB was in the one like mine, but as for the other two, I was lost. I saw them stop suddenly, and shine a light in at my crate.

"Still asleep?"
"Yep."
"Alright."

My ears flicked, and my tail twitched, as they moved on. Suddenly, the platform we were on broke. It was on purpose. My crate was split onto its own platform, and then connected to the taller crate. The other two were then put together, and the soldiers cut into two groups. The lights no longer directed our way, and I squinted, trying to see where we were going. Thats when I saw, that we were passing glass, once we turned a sharp corner. The lights were off in the glass containers, but I could tell that it was a lot like our cells. Only, it seemed more like it was on display. As computers and wires were on the outside of it, and even more wires hung from the ceiling of the area. I only knew this because the wires were lighter then the darkness, and a computer is easily recognized. Were we going there? Or-or were we truly not alone in this place? I shivered. I grew afraid, I wished that the drug has its full effect on me, instead of limited. Soon, however, I felt my crate being lifted, and the other crate was also lifted, and we then parted ways. I couldn't see who was in the other crate, and so, simply shut my eyes, and counted the seconds, when I realized-I heard a ticking on my wrist. I looked down, and heard the ticking be more defined. I moved my wrist up to my eye, and saw it as being a watch, its face clumsily put on, so I could just make out the small hand being on the 1, and the big hand on the 3. I saw the third hand, a needle it seemed like, and then I could see the small washers and nuts that the Doctor had fit in to make a makeshift watch. I wonder when he had slipped it on my wrist, maybe it was after they set the drug into me? I didn't know, and I didn't have any time to figure this out. They dropped my crate, opened the door, and drew out a TAYZER, and placed it at my throat, after moving my shirt that covered it down. I heard the shock being powered, and I wanted to pull away. Then, I felt it hit my fur. My organs shocked, my brain hissed, and I hissed loudly in pain. My brain turned off for moments, and I saw, simply, a light. I hardly saw it for a moment, however, when I heard the voice again.

"No. No! You cannot die! Not now. I have saved you until now, and I shall continue to keep you alive from these-these barbarians. I do not care if you tell them about me, but if you do-" The voice trailed off, and then said, "I will be forced to harm more, as they will not believe you. And-if they try to kill you...they will meet the same fate as Monger."

"George, she's awake!"
"Quickly, get water."

Cold water splashed onto my face, and I gagged, finding myself in a blank, white room. Three soldiers stood around me, and then backed off as soon as my eyes opened. I stood, and they scattered out of the doorways, before I could say anything. My ears flicked back, and I looked at the wrist watch. It was 2:35, had I been mentally dead-dead-for that long? I shivered at the thought, but then shivered more as I looked around the room. Everything was white. The walls were tiled white, the floor was a hard white cement. The doors were gray, with no windows. I saw a mirror some feet before me, and a nailed in whine chair, with arms and a back. I thought I should sit in it, but then thought it might be a trap, so I said allowed.

"Where am I?"

No answer.

"Who is waiting for me?"
I looked around for anything that may be bugged to be recording this, but saw nothing. My tail flicked in its curious fashion, and then it dragged along the white floor. No dirt. My eyes scanned the ceiling, and it was all white. All the same, blinding light, and heavily lighted.

"I demand to know who I am to be talking to."

Nothing. My fist clenched, I refused to sit in that chair, I didn't trust it. No one puts a chair-nailed into the floor-in front of a mirror. No one puts it in a bright white room, and no one can buy a chair that white, and yet soft-not made out of metal or plastic. I glanced at the watch every now and again, and I crossed my arms, looking around, observing the room, and waiting. My whiskers flicked, and if they had changed anything in the room, they should have sensed it. Nothing was changed. And hour went

by, and then another.

'This place is so odd,' I thought, 'to odd to be this way.' I looked at the mirror again, and I walked over to it, and tapped it. I tapped it in various ways, and patterns. If it was some security source, I must have went through all the combinations it could have had, and still nothing happened. I looked at my watch, and it was now six fifteen. It was odd how time flies in a blinding white room. I would grow tired soon, and I realized, that might be just what they wanted. This was a questioning room! They wanted answers! I banged my fist against the mirror, and it cracked. It was such a light hit, I backed away from the glass. It wasn't a mirror. No, it was something-something else. My fist now drew a thin line of blood. I cringed at it, and without noticed, sat down in the chair, holding the hand in its counterpart. Suddenly, the lights flicked off, and the ticking was all that I heard. Then, lights flashed at the mirror, and reflected off of it, half blinding me. The cracked part, was stained with my blood, but it seemed to me that no one noticed this, and I was glad. If I was to be tried for General Monger's murder, the last thing I needed would be confronted with damaging equipment. The mirror drew in, and showed me blackness. Suddenly, I saw lights flick on from the blackness, and sitting on the other side, was what seemed like some sort of questioner. He had gloves on, his eyes were covered by dense and very reflective glasses, and his hair was black. It was greased back, I noticed, and the rest of his attire was pure white.

"Miss Jennifer Salk, also known as Dr. Rattus. You have been a part of this place for little more then a few days, is that correct?"
"Yes." I said, not sure exactly what this was going to be.

"Alright, Dr. Rattus, please pace your arms-yes even the bleeding one-onto the arms of the chair."
I so so, my eyes directly narrowed at him.

Suddenly, wires dropped down from some hidden place in the ceiling, and clung to my skull. I tried to escape them, but I felt it. I felt the shock down my spine, like I had felt after awaking from the voice. I felt wires now dig into my arm, and I knew now, that they had me trapped.

They had me trapped, if I may say, like a rat.