Disclaimer: Yes, yes it's true that I'm terribly conceited and I think I'm
the best. (Thank you, ma'am; and is also true that you own Yu- Gi- oh?) HA!
What kind of weak- minded idiot told you that? (You did...) I wasn't
conscious! And I don't own Yu- Gi- Oh!
SIDE NOTE: Yeah... see; you don't want to ask about that. I'm not in my right mind today. No, sir or ma'am. Not me. But, I will say something sensible. I thank my reviewers, and on to the fic!
"Dr. Whitler! We have our subject!" Janice came running in with a slip of paper.
Dr. Whitler turned around and immediately snatched the paper, and his eyes began scanning the page. He smiled. "Excellent. Is he on the premises?"
"Not yet, sir. But he will be shortly."
"Out of my way!" Another woman with black hair pulled tightly into a bun stormed into the room. She shoved Janice out of the way and glared angrily at the Dr.
"Why, Dr. Hies. I take it you've gotten the information on your next subject?" Dr. Whitler smiled at the young woman.
"You can't be serious!" Dr. Hies shrieked.
Janice stepped forward. "Should I remove her, sir?"
"I can HEAR you, supermodel reject!" the other woman spat.
Dr. Whitler chuckled. "No, that won't be necessary, Janice. You may leave us for a moment, if you please?"
"Yes, sir," Janice nodded and left the room. Dr. Whitler sat in his desk chair and faced the young woman.
"Now, Cindy..."
"It's Dr. Hies, you psychopathic moron!" the woman hissed.
"Very well, Dr. Hies," the older man sighed. "What seems to be the problem, then?"
"The PROBLEM is; I'm not going to experiment on a 17- year- old boy! He's too young for this; he'll go insane!"
"A minor casualty, Dr."
"A MINOR CASUALTY?! We're talking about mental health here, you idiot! He's just a kid!"
"A kid who isn't much younger than you are, Dr."
"I wouldn't recommend putting myself up to this experiment either. Besides, genius; I'm the one experimenting! I'm not going to do it! I can find another job; my dad has his job, and my mom's looking for one in China. I'm not going to do this."
"I see. So your dearest little sister can stand losing her very expensive medication? It's not very easy for us to afford, but we do it anyway... it would be much easier on us if we stopped buying it for you."
The young Dr. glared at the old man. "Fine. FINE! But if he dies, YOU'RE TAKING THE BLAME!" She stormed out of the office.
On her way out, Janice grabbed her arm. "Your subject is on the premises, Dr. Hies. I suggest you go see what you're working with."
Dr. Hies jerked her arm from Janice's grip. "Don't touch me."
"Third room on the left, hon," Janice called after the Dr.'s retreating back.
Once out of sight, the young woman headed for her subject's room. It was in her nature to get the job done once it was started, but she hated doing it. Especially in this case...
'I should probably get moving right away,' she thought. 'Dr. Whitler won't wait very long for me to start on this experiment. Poor kid...'
She found the door. Nodding to the security guards at the front, she went inside.
It was a considerably small room made entirely of metal. It had absolutely no windows, but it had small vents in which to let in air for people to breathe. And lying in the middle of that room, sound asleep, was the subject.
"Oh..." Dr. Hies walked up to the sleeping boy with a look of sympathy. She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."
She sighed and walked out of the room. Then, turning to the guards, she said: "We're going to start his immunity now. Lower the temperature in that room by 2 degrees."
"Yes ma'am," one guard pulled out a communicator. "Lower temperature in room 32. 2 degrees."
Dr. Hies continued walking down the hall. A huge weight was settling in her stomach. "I just can't believe I'm doing this..."
SIDE NOTE: Um... jumbled much? Heh... hope you didn't think it was too bad. But, it's something, I guess. I just hope you people like it. Please review!
SIDE NOTE: Yeah... see; you don't want to ask about that. I'm not in my right mind today. No, sir or ma'am. Not me. But, I will say something sensible. I thank my reviewers, and on to the fic!
"Dr. Whitler! We have our subject!" Janice came running in with a slip of paper.
Dr. Whitler turned around and immediately snatched the paper, and his eyes began scanning the page. He smiled. "Excellent. Is he on the premises?"
"Not yet, sir. But he will be shortly."
"Out of my way!" Another woman with black hair pulled tightly into a bun stormed into the room. She shoved Janice out of the way and glared angrily at the Dr.
"Why, Dr. Hies. I take it you've gotten the information on your next subject?" Dr. Whitler smiled at the young woman.
"You can't be serious!" Dr. Hies shrieked.
Janice stepped forward. "Should I remove her, sir?"
"I can HEAR you, supermodel reject!" the other woman spat.
Dr. Whitler chuckled. "No, that won't be necessary, Janice. You may leave us for a moment, if you please?"
"Yes, sir," Janice nodded and left the room. Dr. Whitler sat in his desk chair and faced the young woman.
"Now, Cindy..."
"It's Dr. Hies, you psychopathic moron!" the woman hissed.
"Very well, Dr. Hies," the older man sighed. "What seems to be the problem, then?"
"The PROBLEM is; I'm not going to experiment on a 17- year- old boy! He's too young for this; he'll go insane!"
"A minor casualty, Dr."
"A MINOR CASUALTY?! We're talking about mental health here, you idiot! He's just a kid!"
"A kid who isn't much younger than you are, Dr."
"I wouldn't recommend putting myself up to this experiment either. Besides, genius; I'm the one experimenting! I'm not going to do it! I can find another job; my dad has his job, and my mom's looking for one in China. I'm not going to do this."
"I see. So your dearest little sister can stand losing her very expensive medication? It's not very easy for us to afford, but we do it anyway... it would be much easier on us if we stopped buying it for you."
The young Dr. glared at the old man. "Fine. FINE! But if he dies, YOU'RE TAKING THE BLAME!" She stormed out of the office.
On her way out, Janice grabbed her arm. "Your subject is on the premises, Dr. Hies. I suggest you go see what you're working with."
Dr. Hies jerked her arm from Janice's grip. "Don't touch me."
"Third room on the left, hon," Janice called after the Dr.'s retreating back.
Once out of sight, the young woman headed for her subject's room. It was in her nature to get the job done once it was started, but she hated doing it. Especially in this case...
'I should probably get moving right away,' she thought. 'Dr. Whitler won't wait very long for me to start on this experiment. Poor kid...'
She found the door. Nodding to the security guards at the front, she went inside.
It was a considerably small room made entirely of metal. It had absolutely no windows, but it had small vents in which to let in air for people to breathe. And lying in the middle of that room, sound asleep, was the subject.
"Oh..." Dr. Hies walked up to the sleeping boy with a look of sympathy. She shook her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."
She sighed and walked out of the room. Then, turning to the guards, she said: "We're going to start his immunity now. Lower the temperature in that room by 2 degrees."
"Yes ma'am," one guard pulled out a communicator. "Lower temperature in room 32. 2 degrees."
Dr. Hies continued walking down the hall. A huge weight was settling in her stomach. "I just can't believe I'm doing this..."
SIDE NOTE: Um... jumbled much? Heh... hope you didn't think it was too bad. But, it's something, I guess. I just hope you people like it. Please review!