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Alpha's Omega Prologue By: Kayla Chavi and The Rose Society Rating: R Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com EtrlSlrMn@aol.com http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm http://www.geocities.com/the_rose_society/
It was becoming aware of itself, floating in that void of consciousness.
He? He. He knew he was male. It was just something he knew, he couldn't explain how, but he knew. The lights overhead were bright and filled with several different colors. He...he was laying on a table of some sorts. It was cold and somewhat hard against his skin.
He was naked.
Where had he learned that? How did he know he was naked? And, more importantly, how did he know what being naked meant?
"He is becoming more aware now." His gaze was pulled to a person standing over him. The person was different than him. They were not hes. They had these mounds of flesh that protruded from their upper torso and longer hair.
She.
His mind supplied the word and he wondered where it had come from.
There were two shes. One was standing close to him. She had pale skin and startling green eyes. They seemed to glow and he couldn't tell if they were supposed to be like that or not. Her hair was long and a dark auburn color and it fell around her in waves. She seemed incredibly delicate. However her facial features were expressionless. The only way he knew she was alive were her eyes. They were just too amazing for her to be dead.
"Perhaps we should begin the testing?" The other she spoke and he looked at her. She was almost a complete contrast to the other she. Her hair was straight and black, almost blacker then the darkness outside of the lights. On the top of her head were perched a set of odd looking metal and plastic.
Glasses.
Again, the word just entered his mind like he knew it. It perplexed him a little, but he continued to look. She was a little taller than the other woman and her expression was just as controlled. Her eyes were different as well. The violet was just as unnatural as the green of the other she, yet more so. The shes were different yet the same.
Beautiful.
Both were beautiful, but yet....yet he felt like he shouldn't be thinking that. Like it was wrong or not appropriate. These women weren't here to be beautiful. They were here for something else.
The one with violet eyes bent, so that she and he were face to face. "Do you know your name?"
He searched his consciousness, searching for an answer. The question triggered a word. "Endymion," he replied.
The violet eyed she's mouth changed shape, its corners turning up for a brief moment. Smile. She smiled, for a brief amount of time.
The other she approached him. His attention was drawn to the feel of cold hands on his skin. The green eyed woman was gently pressing a cold metal object into his flesh. He winced. No pain, just different. The muscle that she touched, spasmed. She looked up into his eyes and he saw her smile slightly as well. She looked haunted, and he didn't even know how he knew.
"Good reflexes," her words came out in a quiet murmur that was meant for the other woman's ears. Somehow he heard it. She looked at his face and knew he had. "Good hearing as well."
"Excellent." The violet eyed she pointed to herself. "My name is Doctor Rose Nakazaki. That other woman there is Doctor Kalkia Skye. Are you comprehending what I am saying?"
He nodded. He was hearing these words for the first time in his existence (how did he know that?), and yet he understood them perfectly.
There was a sudden stab of pain in his side. It caused him to wince and jerk. "Oops." The she called Kalkia picked up the instrument that had fallen on his stomach. Her skin turned a faint pink and she turned away.
"It seems as if the mental programming was successful." Dr. Nakazaki looked at her counterpart, her features betraying no emotion. "We should contact Dr. Zoicite." Her voice, though firm, hid a faint note of fatalism.
"I haven't checked everything," Dr. Skye turned back to the table. "He'll want to know if he functions correctly."
Functions? What did she mean by that? Endymion understood her words, but their meanings had been lost to him.
Dr. Nakazaki shot Dr. Skye a glare. "He's not a damn machine, Kalkia. He's a human being, just like you, me or Zoicite, although sometimes I wonder about that bastard." Endymion could hear her heart rate speed up, a physical manifestation of her anger.
"Rose, hold your tongue." Dr. Skye looked upset but she placed her hand firmly on the center of his abdomen, continuing the tests. Her voice betrayed none of her emotions. She was more controlled then Dr. Nakazaki. "I prefer to see the sun and not be stuck in a hell hole. Zoi might hear you and we both know what he's capable of. He'll have us reassigned to that base in Antarctica." Her words were quick, almost too fast for him to understand, but her tone was more important. IT had changed. It was filled with dread and fear, something alien with the she's personality.
Whoever this Dr. Zoicite was, the name meant something not so pleasant to the two shes-- no, the two women.
Dr. Nakazaki sighed, defeated. "Yeah, I know." She placed a warm hand on Endymion's cheek, gazing into his eyes, and for a moment, her facade of control broke. Endymion could see that underneath her clinical image was a woman who was trapped, a tortured soul. But he couldn't explain how he knew. He just did. Then the woman schooled her features once again to its expressionless state and turned to her friend. "Zoicite told us to report to him as soon as Project Alpha was conscious. He can get his pasty ass down here himself if he wants to know if Endymion functions correctly. I'll go get one of the underlings to report to him while you finish your half of the assessment. I'll run him through the mental tests afterwards." She turned on her heel to leave. Pausing, the doctor said breezily, "And DON'T do anything to him that I wouldn't do," gave Endymion a wink and exited the room.
Dr. Skye looked after her and shook her head. She murmured something to herself and then sighed. "She makes me sound like a slut," she muttered. "It's not my fault that she caught Jon and I in the break room. Hell, I don't think I'll ever live that one down."
Endymion blinked when he felt an odd tug. It had come from below his waist but before he could register what the feeling meant, there was a new sensation. The doctor had taped an electrode onto his chest and was now hooking the wire to a machine.
"There, that wasn't so bad." Dr. Skye looked up at the monitors. "Project Alpha, physically perfect in every way. I just hope they don't end up killing this one."
Then she left as well.
Author Notes:
KC: *mutters* How did I get dragged into this? *blinks* What do you mean with my eyes open and running towards it. Even I'm not that crazy! *coughs* Please, don't all agree at once.... Enjoy! RS: Heehee, welcome to our very new and exciting sci-fi thriller =) I hope you'll enjoy this new co-fic, a first between KC and I.
Alpha's Omega Prologue By: Kayla Chavi and The Rose Society Rating: R Email: kaylachavi@hotmail.com EtrlSlrMn@aol.com http://www.envy.nu/kaylachavi/index.htm http://www.geocities.com/the_rose_society/
It was becoming aware of itself, floating in that void of consciousness.
He? He. He knew he was male. It was just something he knew, he couldn't explain how, but he knew. The lights overhead were bright and filled with several different colors. He...he was laying on a table of some sorts. It was cold and somewhat hard against his skin.
He was naked.
Where had he learned that? How did he know he was naked? And, more importantly, how did he know what being naked meant?
"He is becoming more aware now." His gaze was pulled to a person standing over him. The person was different than him. They were not hes. They had these mounds of flesh that protruded from their upper torso and longer hair.
She.
His mind supplied the word and he wondered where it had come from.
There were two shes. One was standing close to him. She had pale skin and startling green eyes. They seemed to glow and he couldn't tell if they were supposed to be like that or not. Her hair was long and a dark auburn color and it fell around her in waves. She seemed incredibly delicate. However her facial features were expressionless. The only way he knew she was alive were her eyes. They were just too amazing for her to be dead.
"Perhaps we should begin the testing?" The other she spoke and he looked at her. She was almost a complete contrast to the other she. Her hair was straight and black, almost blacker then the darkness outside of the lights. On the top of her head were perched a set of odd looking metal and plastic.
Glasses.
Again, the word just entered his mind like he knew it. It perplexed him a little, but he continued to look. She was a little taller than the other woman and her expression was just as controlled. Her eyes were different as well. The violet was just as unnatural as the green of the other she, yet more so. The shes were different yet the same.
Beautiful.
Both were beautiful, but yet....yet he felt like he shouldn't be thinking that. Like it was wrong or not appropriate. These women weren't here to be beautiful. They were here for something else.
The one with violet eyes bent, so that she and he were face to face. "Do you know your name?"
He searched his consciousness, searching for an answer. The question triggered a word. "Endymion," he replied.
The violet eyed she's mouth changed shape, its corners turning up for a brief moment. Smile. She smiled, for a brief amount of time.
The other she approached him. His attention was drawn to the feel of cold hands on his skin. The green eyed woman was gently pressing a cold metal object into his flesh. He winced. No pain, just different. The muscle that she touched, spasmed. She looked up into his eyes and he saw her smile slightly as well. She looked haunted, and he didn't even know how he knew.
"Good reflexes," her words came out in a quiet murmur that was meant for the other woman's ears. Somehow he heard it. She looked at his face and knew he had. "Good hearing as well."
"Excellent." The violet eyed she pointed to herself. "My name is Doctor Rose Nakazaki. That other woman there is Doctor Kalkia Skye. Are you comprehending what I am saying?"
He nodded. He was hearing these words for the first time in his existence (how did he know that?), and yet he understood them perfectly.
There was a sudden stab of pain in his side. It caused him to wince and jerk. "Oops." The she called Kalkia picked up the instrument that had fallen on his stomach. Her skin turned a faint pink and she turned away.
"It seems as if the mental programming was successful." Dr. Nakazaki looked at her counterpart, her features betraying no emotion. "We should contact Dr. Zoicite." Her voice, though firm, hid a faint note of fatalism.
"I haven't checked everything," Dr. Skye turned back to the table. "He'll want to know if he functions correctly."
Functions? What did she mean by that? Endymion understood her words, but their meanings had been lost to him.
Dr. Nakazaki shot Dr. Skye a glare. "He's not a damn machine, Kalkia. He's a human being, just like you, me or Zoicite, although sometimes I wonder about that bastard." Endymion could hear her heart rate speed up, a physical manifestation of her anger.
"Rose, hold your tongue." Dr. Skye looked upset but she placed her hand firmly on the center of his abdomen, continuing the tests. Her voice betrayed none of her emotions. She was more controlled then Dr. Nakazaki. "I prefer to see the sun and not be stuck in a hell hole. Zoi might hear you and we both know what he's capable of. He'll have us reassigned to that base in Antarctica." Her words were quick, almost too fast for him to understand, but her tone was more important. IT had changed. It was filled with dread and fear, something alien with the she's personality.
Whoever this Dr. Zoicite was, the name meant something not so pleasant to the two shes-- no, the two women.
Dr. Nakazaki sighed, defeated. "Yeah, I know." She placed a warm hand on Endymion's cheek, gazing into his eyes, and for a moment, her facade of control broke. Endymion could see that underneath her clinical image was a woman who was trapped, a tortured soul. But he couldn't explain how he knew. He just did. Then the woman schooled her features once again to its expressionless state and turned to her friend. "Zoicite told us to report to him as soon as Project Alpha was conscious. He can get his pasty ass down here himself if he wants to know if Endymion functions correctly. I'll go get one of the underlings to report to him while you finish your half of the assessment. I'll run him through the mental tests afterwards." She turned on her heel to leave. Pausing, the doctor said breezily, "And DON'T do anything to him that I wouldn't do," gave Endymion a wink and exited the room.
Dr. Skye looked after her and shook her head. She murmured something to herself and then sighed. "She makes me sound like a slut," she muttered. "It's not my fault that she caught Jon and I in the break room. Hell, I don't think I'll ever live that one down."
Endymion blinked when he felt an odd tug. It had come from below his waist but before he could register what the feeling meant, there was a new sensation. The doctor had taped an electrode onto his chest and was now hooking the wire to a machine.
"There, that wasn't so bad." Dr. Skye looked up at the monitors. "Project Alpha, physically perfect in every way. I just hope they don't end up killing this one."
Then she left as well.
Author Notes:
KC: *mutters* How did I get dragged into this? *blinks* What do you mean with my eyes open and running towards it. Even I'm not that crazy! *coughs* Please, don't all agree at once.... Enjoy! RS: Heehee, welcome to our very new and exciting sci-fi thriller =) I hope you'll enjoy this new co-fic, a first between KC and I.
