Day Four

David

I wake up, not knowing what to expect. I was in a cell with Matt and Chris, neither of whom I was particularly friends with.

"Okay," Matt said clapping his hands together the instant he realized I was awake. "We're trapped here, so how do we get out?"

"Who says we're trapped?" Chris said, trying to open the cell door by picking a lock. He promptly sat back down when he realized it was helpless.

"Okay, you try that," Matt said, "meanwhile we'll try and find out where we are." He was clearly excluding Chris, that wasn't cool, but we had bigger issues.

"So," I said, "what do we remember?" I needed help.

"I was walking down the hall," Chris began, "and then the drones came."

"Same here," Matt added. Great, so that leaves us with nothing.

"Anything else since then?" I asked, in hopes of finding something anything.

"We know we're still at Torchwood," Chris said, "we saw some people in uniform earlier, they left some food."

My stomach growled, and I remembered how hungry I was. "And you ate it all?"

"No need to be so angry," Matt said, half joking. "You were asleep and the plan was not to tell you." he glared at Chris.

Suddenly there was a motor heard from down the hall. We all froze and backed down to the corner of the room, that sound never meant anything good.

"Testing subject # 27A31D," A female voice called.

"That's you," Matt said, referring to the string of numbers that had been inked onto my wrist, presumably while I was unconscious.

I slowly made my way to the door, Chris and Matt staring at me with an expression of pity on their faces.

"Good luck," Matt said, and I panicked.

"Good Luck? What do I need good luck for?" I asked starting to hyperventilate. They exchanged worried glances as I was dragged out of the room by a woman-presumably the one I'd heard speaking. She was wearing a white lab coat, a odd striped scarf and a bowtie.

"David?" She asked.

"Yep that's me," I responded as I struggled trying to get her hand to stop clamping my wrist. "Who are you?" I asked. Not that it mattered.

"I'm Osgood," she responded, "my name's right here." She said pointing to a- rather noticeable- nametag. Whoops.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, not that it could make me feel any better.

"You don't want to know," she said. "You really don't want to know." Her voice almost hinted that she felt guilty about this.

We walked through the rest of the corridor in silence taking a few turns here and there- I hoped someone would show me how to get back.

"Here," she said when we finally reached a door marked Testing Room 3B.

She pushed it open to let me in. I saw large complex machine- many actually- but this one stood out. It had test tubes filled with assorted chemicals tying into it- a beautiful fusion of chemistry and engineering- if only it's usage was as brilliant.

I heard the door slam shut behind me. I stayed as still as I could as my heartbeat increased drastically and I lost feelings in my legs. I heard a chair swiveling from behind me and I turned to face it. To my surprise, sitting in it was none other than Mr. Moffat. Yeah, Moffat as in Moffat's School for Mutants, that one.

Though I hate to admit it, I screamed in horror. I didn't know what to expect, but I just had the slightest bit of trust in him and it had been thrown out of the window.

"It's you!" I shouted.

"Of course it is," he said, "it is called Moffat's School for Mutants." He was clearly not amused.

"Why am I here?" I asked. "Why did you bring me here, what do you need with us Mutants anyways?" I could feel my voice trembling with every word.

"Calm down," he said, "take a seat." He gestured to a fold up chair behind me, I hesitantly sat down. "All of your questions will be answered soon. Just sit very still."

I heard the aforementioned machine rolling towards me. Squeaky wheels on linoleum- worst sound in the world. Then I saw it- all those wires and plugs- well I guess they needed to go somewhere.

"You're the science kid, right?" he said. Since I couldn't nod I gave him the thumbs up which seemed incredibly out of place given the scenario. "Big brain," he said, "I almost feel shameful for having to do this."

"D-D-Do wh-what?" I stammered, but I was too late. The nozzles were plugging themselves into every hole in my head. Real lovely image there.

I tried to scream, but I couldn't breathe. The machine's arms were holding my arms back so I couldn't even try to free myself, not that I could, the machine seemed to have injected me with some paralyzing serum- quite smart.

I felt the blood escaped my head as I passed out in the chair. I later found out he was performing tests on the blood he extracted, figures. I was probably passed out for a good few minutes until I woke up again, this time by repeatedly being electric shocked.

At that point I thought he was just sending electrical impulses through my body for fun. It didn't seem to have any impact aside from

It was only after that when I started loosing my mind, piece by piece.

When I was finally unplugged to "restore" my body, I forgot how to walk. I tripped and, to Moffat's dismay, knocked over a whole table full of what I could only imagine to be very important research. He ended up having to call Osgood back to help me walk back to the cells.

She rolled her eyes when she heard what had happened, but helped me no less.

"Matt nearly swallowed his tongue while trying to speak," she informed me.

Then, as I got back to the cell, I got a headache so bad, I was having so much trouble concentrating, that I could barely remember how to breathe. Chris had to bring me back with CPR when I eventually passed out (Yes, It was mouth to mouth, no he will not admit it).

As I regained conscious, the headache returned. It was less severe for sure, I was able to swallow a couple of the nutrition pills Torchwood had provided, but I still couldn't form a coherent thought. While Matt and Chris were both called for testing, I was lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

Later, I was brought to a similar room, one occupied by Mr. Davies. He was testing my memory retention. He held up a red card.

"What color is this?" he asked.

"Red," I responded, "are you seriously testing me on this?"

He imputed something into his computer then held up another card. "What's this?"

"A dog," I responded, "honestly, Mr. Davies, I'm not an idiot!" I was getting tired of this already.

He said nothing in response. "And who's this?" he asked again.

"Prime Minister of Great Britain."

"What about this?"

"Hoverboard."

"Can you tell me this?"

"Yes, it's the flag of New Germany." Honestly, he thinks I'm an idiot or something.

"Okay, last question," he said, pulling out a picture of a girl. She had blonde hair and brown eyes, and she had a brilliant, brilliant smile. "Who's this?"

I scoured my brain, unable to place the image. I had never seen her before- not to my knowledge. Was she an actress? Or a famous singer? I didn't really keep up with that stuff.

"I don't know," I said, sheepishly.

"Does the name Rose Tyler ring a bell?" he asked, taking very attentive notes.

I scoured my mind, but I couldn't find anything. "Sorry," I said, "never heard of her."

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," I responded. "Why, should I?"

"Look," Mr. Davies said, "I shouldn't be telling you this, but," he paused. "Nevermind."

"What?" I asked. "What were you going to say?"

"I said nevermind," Mr. Davies repeated, "you probably won't remember."

"You want more research, right?" I asked him.

"Well, yes," Mr. Davies responded, "that'd be great,"

"So ask me," I said, "I'll answer them as well as I can."

"Okay," he continued his questioning, "I assume you know what MSFM stands for?" I nodded. "Okay, and do you remember anyone from there?"

"Yeah," I said, "Matt and Chris, they're both in my cell, and um, Martha, Donna, Sarah Jane, River…" I trailed off.

"But not Rose," he repeated, "all of these people, but not Rose."

"Yeah," I said, "I have no idea who she is." I scoured my mind. I felt like I should know her, but I didn't. I just didn't.