Chapter 2
Note: Event is first part took place in May of 1994. Current timeline: March of 1998
Two years had gone by since the doctor's initial experiment had been a success. It wouldn't be long before the prototype was ready for cloning and her first real in field test.
A little girl sat on the center of her bed holding a worn teddy bear in bare white walled room. Nothing but a bed and a metal chair sat in the room. All lit by a glaring fluorescent light.
This was the room she had grown up in. It was the only thing she knew in her small world. That and the lab. The only time she was let out of the confining room was to go to the lab for tests. She was always going for tests. The doctor never seemed to stop coming up with another test for her to go through. And the tests were usually very painfully. She used to try hiding from them, when they came to get her for the tests. But hiding only made the doctor mad, and when he got mad, he made her hurt even more. The door opened and the creature she knew as Greasepit entered the room. Prototype 01 curled into a ball against the wall. He approached the ball of white fur and grabbed the child forcefully, by the back of her collar.
"Come on flea-bag the Doc wants to do some more tests on you," he growled at her.
She pulled back, and looked up at him. Her young green eyes were filled with remembered pain from her last `test'. Not to mention she was hungry, tired, and didn't want to see that mean old Doctor. This was all she knew but that didn't mean she took willing. The little girl known as prototype 01 took after her father in more than looks. Not to mention she was two after all and like most two year olds her favorite word was: "No!!" She kicked him hard.
"You shouldn't of done that, girlie. Now you're in trouble," he backhanded the child and pulled her up by her white streaked brown braid. Tears rolled down her face, cutting clean paths of white in the dirty fur, but she refused to make a sound.
"Are you going to be good now, or do I hafta tell the Doc you've been acting up again do ya?" He said shaking her once.
She shook her head slightly, as much as she could with him holding her braid.
"I can't hear you, girlie," he shook her again, still holding her hair.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Greasepit started to take her to the lab, still holding her up by her braid, when a commanding voice stopped him. "What are you doing!! Put her down! NOW!!" the woman angrily said.
The child turned her head slightly and saw the one person she truly trusted and cared about in this place. Karen. The little girl let out a whimper reaching out her small arms for Karen.
"Mz. Dean, I was only doing what the Doc said...he wants her fer some tests...." Greasepit protested, oil dripping down his hand onto the child's head.
Her white lab coat flared out as Karen circled the brute. Her gray eyes cold. Her once pure midnight hair was streaked with gray. She was a far cry from the timded young woman that at first held the little girl two years before. "I don't care what he said! PUT HER DOWN! NOW!" her voice was ice, hands clenched.
Greasepit dropped the child, who quickly ran behind Karen. She hugged Karen's leg wrappings her white tail around Karen's leg. Little shoulders jerked with tiny sobs as she closed her eyes tightly.
"The Doc ain't gonna like this..." Greasepit half threaten, half whined, knowing that somehow HE'D be the one that got in trouble.
The child held on tighter, at the same time holding her locket tight in one hand. Karen folded her arms and scowled. Showing that she didn't give a damn if Carbuncle liked it or not.
"I don't care particular care what he dose and dose not like. Now get out of here or do I have to tell him how you've been treated is favorite test subject!!" she growled.
"No, sir --I mean ma'am---I mean Mz. Dean..." He ran off down a passage way, hoping to be spared from Karen Dean's wrath. Karen bent slightly and picked up the trembling child. She loved her almost as much as if she'd been her own. She took the child back into her room and sat her own the bed. Rocking the little girl gently, stroking her back comfortingly.
"You okay, Zoey?" Karen asked. She had given the little girl the name of Zoey. The name meant life, and Karen had thought it appropriate. She felt it wasn't right to call her Prototype 01; so she name her Zoey.Zoey Davidson to be exact.
Karen had found out several years ago whose DNA Carbuncle had used to create Zoey; and had made sure Zoey knew her parents as best as possible. Zoey's locket for example contained a picture of her parents.
Zoey nodded a little, then curled up next to Karen, her tail wrapped around Karen's arm. She opened her locket and looked longingly at the picture.
"You were very brave, little one. Standing up to him like that." Karen told her, brushing strains of brown and white hair from Zoey's face. "You...."
Zoey cut her off. "Why won't they come?" she whispered, a solitary tear ran down her furry cheek. "Why won't Mommy an' Daddy come, Karen? You said they come."
Karen turned her face from the child in guilt. Zoey lay down on her bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Karen pulled Zoey's cover over her stroking her hair. She sat there with the little girl until she looked like she was asleep. She kissed the little girl good-night and began to leave the room.
"They come soon?" Zoey asked again.
Karen closed her eyes in pain. In her mind's eye she could see Zoey's parents or at the pictures she'd seen. She also remembered her promise to Zoey that they would come for her. Karen opened her eyes and looked at the mouse child staring back through sleepy green eyes.
"They will, baby. I promise, they will." Karen turned off the light and closed the door. It locked soundlessly behind her. Zoey looked into the darkness, hugging her teddy close. She hated the dark, it was scary and lonely. But she dared not tell anyone that. The Doc would use it against her in those awful tests. A shiver ran through the small two year old, as she pulled her blanket tightly around her. Was she bad? Was that why all this happened to her? She must have been really bad for her mommy and daddy to leave her here..why wouldn't they come..why... ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________
Note: Event is first part took place in May of 1994. Current timeline: March of 1998
Two years had gone by since the doctor's initial experiment had been a success. It wouldn't be long before the prototype was ready for cloning and her first real in field test.
A little girl sat on the center of her bed holding a worn teddy bear in bare white walled room. Nothing but a bed and a metal chair sat in the room. All lit by a glaring fluorescent light.
This was the room she had grown up in. It was the only thing she knew in her small world. That and the lab. The only time she was let out of the confining room was to go to the lab for tests. She was always going for tests. The doctor never seemed to stop coming up with another test for her to go through. And the tests were usually very painfully. She used to try hiding from them, when they came to get her for the tests. But hiding only made the doctor mad, and when he got mad, he made her hurt even more. The door opened and the creature she knew as Greasepit entered the room. Prototype 01 curled into a ball against the wall. He approached the ball of white fur and grabbed the child forcefully, by the back of her collar.
"Come on flea-bag the Doc wants to do some more tests on you," he growled at her.
She pulled back, and looked up at him. Her young green eyes were filled with remembered pain from her last `test'. Not to mention she was hungry, tired, and didn't want to see that mean old Doctor. This was all she knew but that didn't mean she took willing. The little girl known as prototype 01 took after her father in more than looks. Not to mention she was two after all and like most two year olds her favorite word was: "No!!" She kicked him hard.
"You shouldn't of done that, girlie. Now you're in trouble," he backhanded the child and pulled her up by her white streaked brown braid. Tears rolled down her face, cutting clean paths of white in the dirty fur, but she refused to make a sound.
"Are you going to be good now, or do I hafta tell the Doc you've been acting up again do ya?" He said shaking her once.
She shook her head slightly, as much as she could with him holding her braid.
"I can't hear you, girlie," he shook her again, still holding her hair.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Greasepit started to take her to the lab, still holding her up by her braid, when a commanding voice stopped him. "What are you doing!! Put her down! NOW!!" the woman angrily said.
The child turned her head slightly and saw the one person she truly trusted and cared about in this place. Karen. The little girl let out a whimper reaching out her small arms for Karen.
"Mz. Dean, I was only doing what the Doc said...he wants her fer some tests...." Greasepit protested, oil dripping down his hand onto the child's head.
Her white lab coat flared out as Karen circled the brute. Her gray eyes cold. Her once pure midnight hair was streaked with gray. She was a far cry from the timded young woman that at first held the little girl two years before. "I don't care what he said! PUT HER DOWN! NOW!" her voice was ice, hands clenched.
Greasepit dropped the child, who quickly ran behind Karen. She hugged Karen's leg wrappings her white tail around Karen's leg. Little shoulders jerked with tiny sobs as she closed her eyes tightly.
"The Doc ain't gonna like this..." Greasepit half threaten, half whined, knowing that somehow HE'D be the one that got in trouble.
The child held on tighter, at the same time holding her locket tight in one hand. Karen folded her arms and scowled. Showing that she didn't give a damn if Carbuncle liked it or not.
"I don't care particular care what he dose and dose not like. Now get out of here or do I have to tell him how you've been treated is favorite test subject!!" she growled.
"No, sir --I mean ma'am---I mean Mz. Dean..." He ran off down a passage way, hoping to be spared from Karen Dean's wrath. Karen bent slightly and picked up the trembling child. She loved her almost as much as if she'd been her own. She took the child back into her room and sat her own the bed. Rocking the little girl gently, stroking her back comfortingly.
"You okay, Zoey?" Karen asked. She had given the little girl the name of Zoey. The name meant life, and Karen had thought it appropriate. She felt it wasn't right to call her Prototype 01; so she name her Zoey.Zoey Davidson to be exact.
Karen had found out several years ago whose DNA Carbuncle had used to create Zoey; and had made sure Zoey knew her parents as best as possible. Zoey's locket for example contained a picture of her parents.
Zoey nodded a little, then curled up next to Karen, her tail wrapped around Karen's arm. She opened her locket and looked longingly at the picture.
"You were very brave, little one. Standing up to him like that." Karen told her, brushing strains of brown and white hair from Zoey's face. "You...."
Zoey cut her off. "Why won't they come?" she whispered, a solitary tear ran down her furry cheek. "Why won't Mommy an' Daddy come, Karen? You said they come."
Karen turned her face from the child in guilt. Zoey lay down on her bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Karen pulled Zoey's cover over her stroking her hair. She sat there with the little girl until she looked like she was asleep. She kissed the little girl good-night and began to leave the room.
"They come soon?" Zoey asked again.
Karen closed her eyes in pain. In her mind's eye she could see Zoey's parents or at the pictures she'd seen. She also remembered her promise to Zoey that they would come for her. Karen opened her eyes and looked at the mouse child staring back through sleepy green eyes.
"They will, baby. I promise, they will." Karen turned off the light and closed the door. It locked soundlessly behind her. Zoey looked into the darkness, hugging her teddy close. She hated the dark, it was scary and lonely. But she dared not tell anyone that. The Doc would use it against her in those awful tests. A shiver ran through the small two year old, as she pulled her blanket tightly around her. Was she bad? Was that why all this happened to her? She must have been really bad for her mommy and daddy to leave her here..why wouldn't they come..why... ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________