The next person to enter the room was Jeb. God, I hated his guts. I picked myself off the floor and hurled myself at him. I tackled him with all the superhuman strength I had and pushed the all-too-evil scientist against one of the mirrored walls.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER," I snarled. My voice was getting dangerously low.
"How could you do this to her? She's a kid! We're all we had. EACH OTHER!"
Unable to control my rage, I banged his head against the wall to the beat of my words.
"WHAT-DID-YOU-DO-TO-HER?!"
The mirrors shattered, revealing a whole team of whitecoats taking notes. Oooh, these people were making me mad. Which was never a smart idea. Mad was an understatement. I was more along the lines of too-mad-to-express-in-words-other-than-curse-words-I-won't-repeat mad.
A few 'doctors' rushed in to doctor up Jeb. He was bleeding from 6 bloody gashes, but what did I care? Unfortunately, he was still alive.
Shoot.