Disclaimer: I don't own Yu- Gi- Oh. End of story. Now leave me alone!
SIDE NOTE: This is going to be a little weird... a little dark, too, I guess. This isn't exactly like my other stories. It was an idea, so I put it up, okay? Yeah... hope you find it interesting.
"Dr. Whitler, sir," a young woman in a white lab coat walked up to the old man, clipboard in hand. He turned to look at her, noticing the usual signs of nervousness that had crossed her features many times before. He sighed.
"Yes, Janice?"
"Another subject has died, sir."
"What was it this time? Nausea? Collapsed lungs?"
"Heart failure. He went into shock, and then his heart stopped. We can't keep doing this, sir. No one is strong enough to withstand the pressure. We will never be able to achieve this."
"Ah, don't say that, Janice. We will be able to achieve this, because I know the exact problem with what we've been doing. Tell me, Janice, how old was this subject?"
"31, sir. But I don't-
"And how old was the one before?"
"25, but-
"The one before that?"
"38, but sir-
"And the one before that?"
"26, sir, but what does that have to do with our current problem?"
"It's because they're all too old, Janice. We need someone younger..."
The young woman looked aghast. "Sir, are you suggesting that we use children for this experiment?"
"Of course not, Janice. Young children are just as weak as the old cronies we've been using so far. We need someone in the ranges of about 13- 17."
"Young teens, sir?"
"Exactly. As a young teenager, the human body is at its peak, if treated properly. We need someone like that; someone who can withstand the pressure of this experiment. Someone who can truly be able to develop this power the way we want it to. Do you understand that, Janice?"
"I understand perfectly, sir, but we won't be able to find someone who will do this out of free will. Young teens aren't as willing to 'donate blood' for no apparent reason!"
"And that is why they will not 'donate blood'. They, instead, will be taking a 'Govern- Assigned Physical Exam'."
"Where would we pull that off?"
"At a high school, of course. Just a slip to the school board, and we will have our subject in no time at all. We just have to choose the right one."
"One more problem, sir. Once we find the perfect subject, how do we bring them here without anyone getting suspicious?"
"You've worked on that tranquilizer, haven't you? The slow- acting one?"
"Yes, sir."
"And it's been tested?"
"Yes. It works perfectly."
"Good. Stick a little of that into them, and they're off in dreamland in about 7 hours. By that time, our subject will be on their way home, and we can have someone take him from there. It's completely flawless."
"Yes, but there is one last problem."
"And what's that?"
The young woman took a deep breath. "Will Dr. Hies be willing to do the experiment on a young teenager?"
The old man's eyes flickered with malice. "She'd better. Or her family will be out of a home."
"Yes, sir. Shall I research learning facilities for young teens?"
"Yes. Find one with plenty of physically active students. There will be a lot of strong individuals amongst them."
"Yes, sir," the young woman left, leaving the old man to look out his window again.
Dr. Whitler had always dreamed of this experiment. He'd always dreamed of seeing it happen. He'd found the right person to achieve it... now all he needed was the right person to use for it.
Janice returned a few minutes later with a piece of paper. Dr. Whitler inspected it carefully, and then a small smile spread across his face.
"Domino High. Just the school for the job."
SIDE NOTE: Well, what'd you think? Sure, it's not much now, but it'll get better. This chapter was a little boring, I know, but I'll have the characters in it next time. Please review!
SIDE NOTE: This is going to be a little weird... a little dark, too, I guess. This isn't exactly like my other stories. It was an idea, so I put it up, okay? Yeah... hope you find it interesting.
"Dr. Whitler, sir," a young woman in a white lab coat walked up to the old man, clipboard in hand. He turned to look at her, noticing the usual signs of nervousness that had crossed her features many times before. He sighed.
"Yes, Janice?"
"Another subject has died, sir."
"What was it this time? Nausea? Collapsed lungs?"
"Heart failure. He went into shock, and then his heart stopped. We can't keep doing this, sir. No one is strong enough to withstand the pressure. We will never be able to achieve this."
"Ah, don't say that, Janice. We will be able to achieve this, because I know the exact problem with what we've been doing. Tell me, Janice, how old was this subject?"
"31, sir. But I don't-
"And how old was the one before?"
"25, but-
"The one before that?"
"38, but sir-
"And the one before that?"
"26, sir, but what does that have to do with our current problem?"
"It's because they're all too old, Janice. We need someone younger..."
The young woman looked aghast. "Sir, are you suggesting that we use children for this experiment?"
"Of course not, Janice. Young children are just as weak as the old cronies we've been using so far. We need someone in the ranges of about 13- 17."
"Young teens, sir?"
"Exactly. As a young teenager, the human body is at its peak, if treated properly. We need someone like that; someone who can withstand the pressure of this experiment. Someone who can truly be able to develop this power the way we want it to. Do you understand that, Janice?"
"I understand perfectly, sir, but we won't be able to find someone who will do this out of free will. Young teens aren't as willing to 'donate blood' for no apparent reason!"
"And that is why they will not 'donate blood'. They, instead, will be taking a 'Govern- Assigned Physical Exam'."
"Where would we pull that off?"
"At a high school, of course. Just a slip to the school board, and we will have our subject in no time at all. We just have to choose the right one."
"One more problem, sir. Once we find the perfect subject, how do we bring them here without anyone getting suspicious?"
"You've worked on that tranquilizer, haven't you? The slow- acting one?"
"Yes, sir."
"And it's been tested?"
"Yes. It works perfectly."
"Good. Stick a little of that into them, and they're off in dreamland in about 7 hours. By that time, our subject will be on their way home, and we can have someone take him from there. It's completely flawless."
"Yes, but there is one last problem."
"And what's that?"
The young woman took a deep breath. "Will Dr. Hies be willing to do the experiment on a young teenager?"
The old man's eyes flickered with malice. "She'd better. Or her family will be out of a home."
"Yes, sir. Shall I research learning facilities for young teens?"
"Yes. Find one with plenty of physically active students. There will be a lot of strong individuals amongst them."
"Yes, sir," the young woman left, leaving the old man to look out his window again.
Dr. Whitler had always dreamed of this experiment. He'd always dreamed of seeing it happen. He'd found the right person to achieve it... now all he needed was the right person to use for it.
Janice returned a few minutes later with a piece of paper. Dr. Whitler inspected it carefully, and then a small smile spread across his face.
"Domino High. Just the school for the job."
SIDE NOTE: Well, what'd you think? Sure, it's not much now, but it'll get better. This chapter was a little boring, I know, but I'll have the characters in it next time. Please review!