"Common! We have to hurry!" a man said carrying me into a room. "If Thomas finds out that it's today, he's going to take over the whole operation."

"Then we shouldn't be doing this Charlie. It's not right." a younger man said to the older one who took me into a room.

"Look Shawn, this is a necessary sacrifice if we want to merge companies with Alva Industries." Charlie said, placing me on a stool in the middle of the room.

"Mr. Wayne trusts us! Why are we-" Charlie cut him off.

"Thomas knows exactly what we're doing. We aren't breaking his trust." Shawn followed Charlie to the "safe zone" which was ten feet away and behind safety glass. "Look, Shawn, do you want to be a good scientist?" he nodded. "Then you have to learn to make sacrifices, no matter what."

"Just out of curiosity," Shawn started, as he watched Charlie set up the experiment, and as he inched closer to the door. "How much gas were you going to use on her?"

"Just enough to show results. Not enough to kill her." he wasn't paying attention, he was focused on the large control panel. "Now, what we're going to do..." he babbled on, not noticing that Shawn had left him, and ran to the room where I was crying on the stool, and picked me up.

"Shh, it's okay. You'll be safe in a minute." He cooed, and I calmed down. He held me close to his chest, and walked out of the room. He made sure to be as quiet as possible when he was passing the control room. Shawn made it to the elevator, and as he waited for the elevator to come down, he felt a stinging pain in his stomach. He looked down, and saw a metal tip covered in red in front of him. And he felt it as it went back inside him, and came out. He turned and saw the disappointed face of Charlie. "What are you doing, Charlie?" he gasped out, the pain becoming more extravagant.

"I'm doing, what is right. What about you, Shawn?" Charlie asked, a stern look on his face.

"I'm making," he took a deep breath. "A sacrifice."

"Whose? Yours," Charlie then looked from Shawn's young, now distorted face, to my, chubby and peaceful one. "Or hers?"

"You don't know who she is, do you?"

"Does it matter?"

"She's the daughter of T-" Shawn heard the elevator open, and he said, propelling himself back into the elevator. "By the way, the sacrifice I'm making is mine." Once in the elevator, he quickly pushed 'the close door' button, before Charlie knew what was going on. Shawn then pushed the 8th floor button, and while he slid down one of the the wall facing the door, he hoped that someone up there could help him. He went up only two floors from the 3rd (where he originally was) when the doors opened to reveal Thomas Wayne.

When he saw him, he rushed into the elevator to help his fallen colleague. "Shawn? What happened?"

"Charlie...tried testing on her. I wouldn't let him." He still clutched me close to his chest.

"It's going to be okay, Shawn, you can give her to me, I'll make sure she's safe." Shawn reluctantly let go of me and handed me over to Thomas. When he got hold of me, he said, "Jennifer, could you come her for a minute?" the lady at the desk answered to her name and came over. "Could you take Andrea here to Mr. Fox, and tell him that no one takes her away from him unless I say so. Do you understand?" Jennifer nodded, and gently took me from Mr. Wayne's arms. She made sure that I wasn't facing them as we left the room. She boarded another elevator, and took me up to Mr. Fox's office.

"Lucius," Jennifer said, catching the attention of the older man, who was behind his desk.

"Yes, Jennifer?" he said, putting the papers he was examining in a pile.

"Mr. Wayne told me to give you Andrea to babysit until he comes back. And to not let anyone take her until he returns." She recited. She handed me over to him, and he took me happily.

"Thank you Jennifer," he said with a smile and a glint in his dark eyes.

"Your welcome, Lucius," she blushed and smiled back. Then she turned and left by the same elevator.

He smiled down at me, shook his head slightly, and said to me, "Kids, huh? What are you gonna do?" He spun around in his chair so that he was facing a wall. "Although she is a wonderful dancer. Especially when she's had one or two drinks at a Christmas party." Lucius chuckled softly at the fond memory. I yawned, and snuggled up in the warm crook of his arm, closed my eyes, and fell asleep. "You will never know how much you look like him." he softly whispered. Mr. Fox took one of his rough hands, and, as gently as he could, ran it down the side of my face. He watched me sleep for a while, until a horrible smelling cloth was put over his mouth. He tried to fight it without waking me, but he failed. After Mr. Fox had passed out, the person who had the cloth, took me out of his arms, and brought me back down to the 3rd story.

"Set everything up, we don't have long." Charlie said to his fellow colleagues, passing the control room and going into the greenhouse. He once again put me onto the stool, and went back into the control room. "Brace yourselves, lads. We don't know what will happen to her or what she might turn into. Cross your fingers." he pushed the button, and a whole bunch of purple gas came streaming out of two pipes at the top of the greenhouse. The gas made the smoke alarms go off, and the sprinklers had turned on. I had gotten very upset at the fact that something strange that I had never known before had infiltrated my body's defenses. Because the stool was only a small step stool, I was able to kind of crawl off it, but it was more a roll than a crawl. So when I was off of the stool, I had tried my best to get to the nearest plant for cover from the sprinklers. And I stayed under the protection of the Birds of Paradise plants until everything was shut off; it seemed like forever. And before I knew it, I was being picked up again, and taken into the elevator. I was brought back up to Mr. Fox's floor, and I was put back into his arms, crying harder than I had ever before.

Sometime later, Mr. Fox had woken up and heard my crying, which was more of dry sobbing by now. When he looked down at me, he noticed something about me that not many people would have noticed right away. "My dear, dear Andrea," he said softly and sadly at the fact that he couldn't fulfill his promise to Thomas. "Why have your eyes turned green?"

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Slowly, I opened my eyes, which were blending from a radiant green back to the dark chocolate they originated.