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I could hear voices again. They made sense to me now. I wondered who was talking, then I wondered where I was. For a moment I imagined myself in my Mom's house then, I opened my eyes and saw a white sealing.

I felt the straps that held me down on a table. They were constricting my arms. I tried to groan, I couldn't. I tried to strain against the Velcro straps, I couldn't. I couldn't move.

I was so mad! What were they playing with? First I am shown my flock dead. Then they're not. Then we're released. Then they show Gazzy dead, never mind, a hologram. Then they give me some drug that keeps me from thinking straight. Then I'm captured again, 'just kidding about that releasing you part'. Now I was lying on a table, I couldn't move or speak, except to blink.

Seriously, they were being so random. It was literally going to drive me insane. I would have rolled my eyes if I could. This was so old. I mean, if there have to be evil scientists, then they could at least be original. They all must have Evil Scientists for Dummies- How to demystify evil science.

I waited and waited and waited, until finally, I saw a face over my head. It was a youngish looking guy who had on- guess- a white lab coat.

"You are Maximum?" he asked.

I stared up at the ceiling, I couldn't have answered even if I'd wanted to. The man frowned, "Are you Maximum?" he rephrased, as if I didn't understand him before.

I was still silent. The man's face turned red in irritation, "I know you are awake!!" he shouted, "Speak mutant."

If I had been able to speak, I would have been laughing. It was really ironic; I was acting insolent, only because they had given me drugs that had paralyzed me.

The White Coat raised his hand and slapped me across the face. My head lolled to the right. I could feel the sting of his hand. I looked down at a white, sterile table I was lying on. Now that my head had been turned, I couldn't move it back up again.

There was the sound of a door opening. "Johnson!" a voice called.

"Dr. Johnson," Johnson muttered.

"You were told not to physically harm the subject."

"Sorry, sir," Johnson replied, "It wouldn't answer me."

"Have you read her file?"

"Yes," Johnson sounded bored.

"If you had, then you would know that she cannot speak," the voice disapproved, "Get out. I'll find someone more competent for the job."

Jerk I though. There were footsteps retreating. I was glad that that scientist was gone. More footsteps came closer to my head. I saw the torso of a man near my head.

Cold hands lifted up my head for a moment. Then my neck was supported with a brace, that way, my neck wouldn't move from side to side.

"Were going to be asking you some questions, Maximum," the new white coat said, "I know that you can't speak, but I'll have you blink. One blink for yes, two for no."

I was pissed, now I got to talk to them like some stupid animal. God, they talked to me like I was a person, but they wouldn't let me talk.

I was shocked out of my thoughts when my table began to slide up. It split in half so that I was sitting in a kind of chair.

I could now see around me. That was a relief. I was so grateful right now that the white coats didn't know much about me. This way, I could see my escape routes. I could plan a way to get out of this place.

I saw the man who was talking to me. He was tall and young, but seemed to be in charge. His name tag read, Dr. Ryan Marks.

I couldn't see the door to the room, but, there was a large screen on the wall in front of me.

"Are you ready, Maximum?" Dr. Marks asked.

I held my eyes open for as long as I could before I blinked.

"Let's not be uncooperative, now," he was patronizing, "You know what we can do to you. We have drugs much more powerful than the one that temporarily reverted your brain to a state of infancy. We can turn your bones to jelly if we want."

I called him a lot of bad words in my head. He deserved it. If he thought I was going to cooperate, then he must not have 'read my file'. And also, threats went no where with me.

The wall screen lit up. It showed a bright picture of our old house, in Colorado. "Do you know this place?" I was asked.

I blinked rapidly. Then, they couldn't get an answer. A hot shock radiated through my fingers. It felt like some one had placed something hot over my hand.

"Did you feel that?" Dr. Marks asked, "That is what happens when you don't answer."

I would have shrugged, I could endure torture.

"Same question."

I closed my eyes and kept them shut. Then, the door opened again. Another voice, female this time spoke, "Is she not cooperating?"

"Not yet, but I'm sure she will," Dr. Marks said.

"Yes," the female laughed. A shock ten times stronger than the one before came through me. I wanted to scream at the pain. It was almost too much for me to take without noise.