It was a simple light in my eyes that woke me up. It shines this way and that the way a doctor would look over their patient.

"Seems alright so far," I heard a man of intellect say as my eye was blinded.

"No trauma, bones are in place, we'll have to take care of that foot. Though from a physical standpoint, everything else is completely fine. We'll have to wait and see if he's sick with anything," He said as I felt my eyelid clamp shut. I heard him move around my body, grab something, and then felt my arm being swabbed with some sort of wet cloth as he continued to talk to himself

I was scared for my life, obviously. I didn't know what was happening, and I refused to move a muscle until I knew I was safe. As far as I knew, I was about to be autopsied and there wouldn't be thing I could do about it. All I could do was lay still and wait for the man to leave.

"I'm not certain if the foot is salvageable. If it is however, he'll have to remain confined to a bed for a week or so, depending on how fast it heals," After another bout of talking, I felt a cold piece of metal split my skin apart.

"We'll have to make sure that it is dry and warm. Wet it on occasion. And if the foot isn't savable, we'll have to amputate it to prevent it from rotting and giving the patient necrosis-"

"Ya' done talkin' ta yerself?" I heard the same man with the same southern drawl from before say as I heard a door close behind him. Except something was different. This time instead of sounding happy, like he was when I was drugged, he sounded distasteful and spiteful of talking to the man that was tending to me.

"I've told you many times before that it's for study, not because I'm 'lonely at night'," The man replied with the same amount of bitterness and coldness as he removed the needle from my arm.

"Fine, but ya still 'ave ta look at Grunk, he ain't lookin' too good.

"Of course," He said in a degenerated tone as I heard him walk out of the room. As soon as I heard the door close behind them, I tried to move my arms but it felt like I was trying to move a mountain. I tried to open my eyes to see what was wrong, but they were sealed shut and refused to open. Then I heard the door open and ceased all my attempts at motion and listened in as much as I could.

"Almost forgot," I heard the same man of intellectual understanding say before I felt him plant another needle into my vein. And after a few seconds of waiting to see what would happen, I felt my body relax to a staggering degree and felt my subconscious take reign over me.

I walked past the lonesome gray lockers that lined the white walls as I pulled a heavy backpack behind me. I wondered the great halls as I continued to walk past crowds of other kids my age. I no sooner found myself at an imperious door made of solid wood and pushed it open to see that a teacher was sitting at his desk looking over papers. His classroom consisted of large black tables with strong steel legs, a poster of the periodic table, and quotes from well-known scientists on the wall.

I slowly walked in and let the door slam behind me as I walked up towards the man behind the desk. He looked up from his work and looked me in the eyes as I got closer to him.

"James?" He said in a disconcerted tone with a gruffness in his voice that only signified his age.

"Never expected to see you come in after school. What do you need?" I pulled my backpack off of me and pulled out a binder that I assigned for this class. I pulled out a test paper that I had gotten that day prior and gave it to him.

"I was wondering… if I could retake the test," I said in a quiet tone as my eyes wandered to the ground. I felt his gaze meet my head and heard him speak to me again.

"James, I don't do retakes," I looked up from ground and stared into his strict blue eyes.

"... Is there... anything else... that I can do?"

"All I can tell you to do is study, do your homework, and take notes. Other than that, there's not much you can do," I felt degraded, but I knew he was going to say something along those lines.

"Can I come in on some days and get help?" I said with the same quiet tone that I had used before.

"Yes, you can come in after school, but I'm gone at four," He said as a small smile curled its way onto his face. "But you'll have to work hard to bring your grade up; a 'D' may be passing by school standards but not by mine. Now, sit down and feel free to ask me what you want," He said as he handed me back my paper. I sat down soon after and was about to ask him a question about the test, but soon felt like something was staring at me.

"How… interesting," I heard the tone of a cold and demanding voice say behind me. I turned around immediately and saw a horse with dark blue fur and a flowing aquamarine mane. It wore shoes made of silver, and a necklace and Tiara made from some black material. Upon its back I could see a set of wings, the same color as her fur, and a horn on its head standing strong and imposing But even though I knew what it was, I could only stare in utter disbelief at what stood before me.

"Very interesting..."

My eyes suddenly snapped open and my heart was thumping in my chest. In my scared state, I looked this way and that to see where I was and was surprised to see that I was in a half built wooden shack. The walls were made from simple logs, only thing holding them together was string, and the ground of dirt that it used as support.

I soon looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a different red shirt instead of my beige and that a blanket was covering everything from my chest down.

I tried to get up to see where I was, but I felt something keep my arms and legs in place. I looked at my hands to see that I had been handcuffed to the 'bed' that I laid on. The bed was really just a large piece a cloth that had been tightly knitted into the bars that formed a frame for a mattress. I moved this way and that in an attempt to get free, but I knew that no matter how much I struggled I wouldn't be able to break free from my metal bonds so easily.

So after a few minutes of doing absolutely nothing, I heard the door creak open and looked up to see who my captor was. But instead of being angry and spiteful, I was in complete shock at the being who entered my small prison.

There standing on two legs was a man who wore a dirty white lab coat that clashed with his dark skin, and a pair of bulky dark rimmed glasses. He was looking down at a notebook that was in his hands and mumbled to himself. All I could do was stare at his brown eyes and bald head. I can't describe how much relief and shock came to me in that second of awe.

About a minute later he finally looked up from his notebook and looked at me with surprise on his face.

"Huh, didn't expect to see you awake," He said with intellectual interest.