The tale of a loved one
Chapter three
Let's go to work
If anyone has been reading this, I thank you. I like this idea, though am not sure if any of you do. Please review, I need to know what you want to read. I just like to make my readers happy. I was thinking of changing the title… What do you think? I rewrote some of the things in the second chapter and for this to make sense; you should probably see the changes. I also changed the nick name that Jane gives Amanda, to Mandy… Cause I like the sound of Amy.
Thank you Saissa and Maria for you reviews. I do not have a Beta… Though I have beta'd for others. I would like to have one, it would help a lot. I do best with correcting other's mistakes and not so much my own. I know that four eyes are better than two when correcting written mistakes. I try my best to correct anything in my stories, but apparently I don't do a great job. I did go back and correct and change things. I suppose I may have missed a few. I'm not quite sure how to get a good beta. I just had people ask me fix some things and I did. If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them.
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"Could you walk a bit faster Amanda?" Mark asked impatiently.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Speedy Gonzalez?" I asked, then giggled slightly.
"Professor Dewitt is conducting an experiment today… He's coming to the garden to get a blood sample." He stated.
"Oh joy… I just love being poked and prodded. It's my life's dream." I said sarcastically, while placing my hands over my heart.
"He has some new methods that he thinks might show us a bit more about your blood." I stared at him with narrowed eyes.
"….What am I to you? You're just like him aren't you?"
"What do you mean?" He seemed confused… I could fix that.
"Am I just anexperiment to you, the same way I am to him? I mean… Is that the only way people see me? I am a…. Human…Ithink." I sighed, exasperated. "I have feelings… And I don't like being used as a pin cushion!"
"You have no choice Amanda. Thisis what you are. You are here for a reason, that reason being; so the professor can change science. Change the way people see science and the biological make up of the human body. You are here, so we can change history." He threw his arms in the air.
"So I'm here, to be used by a bunch of nut jobs who think that plants are alive?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Plants are alive." He countered.
"Not in the way the professor thinks. He's always saying, 'Don't hit the plants, don't step on the plants, don't touch them, don't say mean things to them. Cause you'll hurt…they're feelings?' Are we talking about the same nut case here?"
"The professor is not a nut case. He just has beliefs that are a bit…"
"Odd, strange, abnormal, weird, unusual, freaky, insane… ummm….. STUPID!... Do any of those help?"
Mark glared at me. The look gave me chills, but I never flinched.
"You would do well to know your place Amanda. Never speak ill of the professor. If you want things to go well with you that is." He continued walking ahead of me. I sputtered.
"Is that a threat!" I nearly yelled at his back.
"I am simply stating, that if you want things to continue being pleasant for you here, you will learn your place and keep your mouth shut." He walked at a fast pace, my shorter legs running to keep up. It's difficult for a girl of 5'5 to keep up with a man of 6'2… It really is.
"What are you talking about? How could things get worse? I'm already being kept against my will."
"Do you remember the room that you were kept in when you began to go off the deep end?" He inquired.
I paused and stared at the side of his face. "…How do you know about that?"
"The professor told me about it. He said that when you were, oh , about twelve; you started to go a little crazy. You were subject to violent out bursts, you paced around the room mumbling to yourself… You even hit your own Mother." I was breathing heavily and my eyes shot from every corner of the hall.
"That's not true!" I said.
"Oh? Isn't it? Or are you calling the professor a liar?" He stopped and stared me down.
"It didn't happen the way he says. My Mother frightened me and I retaliated." I stated.
"By scarring her? By lashing out violently and causing her physical pain? Is that how you retaliate against being frightened?" He closed in on me until I was backed against a wall.
"I was a child… I didn't mean it. Do you know how much pain I caused myself from that? ... It was an accident." I whispered, tears coming to my eyes.
"How am I to believe you over my superior?" He countered.
"Because I am the one it happened to! I was there. I was the one who was frightened out of their mind by their own Mother!" I took a deep breath and continued. "She sacred me and I ran. I ran for a door that leads outside. I just wanted out and wanted to get away from her. She chased me, grabbed me and shook me! She screamed in my face about how much of a disappointment I am to her. About how much she hates me. She said she wished I was never born." I lowered my head, hiding my tear filled eyes. "I just wanted her to stop. I just wanted her to leave me alone and stop screaming at me…. I was only trying to break free of her grasp. I didn't mean to harm her." My voice broke and I was silent.
Mark backed away from me and looked down the hall. "I still don't know who to believe." He said firmly.
I looked up at him and blinked away the tears I refused to let fall. I was not weak, I refused to be weak. I had cried enough in my lifetime and had vowed to never show my emotions, though sometimes I lost the battle. "Then believe him. Believe the man whom you trust so much. But I refuse to trust him. I will never trust that man. Just do what you wish… I don't care." I then turned down the hall and began to walk. Mark walked behind me.
I remembered that day all too well. And the memories that I had tried to keep at bay, now flooded back into my mind.
'That day was the most frightening time of my life. I felt like I was losing control of myself, like I was losing my mind. I couldn't think straight and I felt so caged and claustrophobic. I had to get out, I had to get away from my Mother and I tried. I had scratched my Mother while attempting to break down a door after she had frightened me. She had come up behind me and grabbed my shoulder. She spun me around and proceeded to shake me violently as she screamed terrible things at me… I hadn't meant to do it. Now she has four long scratches up her arm and over her shoulder that end at the base of her neck. I didn't see her for months after that. I still haven't forgiven myself.
After it happened, my claws were cut, almost to the skin and I was tossed into a metal room for what seemed like forever. Eventually I had been let out… But not before my 'outburst' turned into a bout of insanity. I wasn't even myself anymore. It was like I was trapped…Chained within the deep recesses of my mind and there was no way to break free. I kept thinking about what had happened, what I had done to my Mother. And that had caused my 'Illness',as they've come to call it.
I don't remember all of what happened, only that I was afraid. But the professor had taped the entire thing. When it was all over and after I had nearly died; due to an unexplainable heart attack. The professor showed me the tape. What I saw frightened me more than anything ever could. I was like a caged animal. I was growling and roaring, as if I were a captive lion gone mad. I began to cry when I was showed what I had done. I tried to leave the room, but they made me stay and watch.
After that, I was never the same. I was more resigned, more depressed and much more reluctant to accept what I am. At some point along the way, my heart became hard. I didn't want to believe what I had seen, though I knew it was all true. I had finally become what they had all claimed me to be…. A monster and an animal.
Security had become more intense, I was no longer trusted to the extent that I had been… Even though I don't believe that I was much trusted in the first place. It was the most terrifying thing I had ever been through.'
I came back from my reverie when Mark nudged me forward. I hadn't noticed that I had stopped walking all together.
"Get a move on. We don't want to be late for your appointment do we?" He said with a wry grin.
I thought for a moment. "Did you see the tape?" I asked as I looked him in the eye. What happened next showed me who he really was. He was no longer the sweet pretty boy I had thought him to be. He was a scientist and he was just like the professor.
He smirked at me, a look I did not much like. "Yes, I did see it. You are incredible. I don't believe even a lion could be so terrifying." My eyes went wide. I no longer felt the same for this man, I no longer saw him in the same light. He was now my enemy, just like so many others who chose to take the same view. He didn't believe me, he believed the professor.
Mark grabbed my arm and began pulling me toward the garden. He pushed open the door and practically threw me inside. I stumbled and fell, landing on the cement blocks that formed the walkway.
"I will be back. I must go get the professor. It seems we arrived before he did." He slammed the door just as I threw myself at it. I pounded on the thick metal with my small fists until they ached. I screamed for him to let me out and take me back to my room. I knew, however, that things would be so much different if I stayed. I had to get out of here. I had to escape.
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"Alright men… and women. You know what we have been discussing over the past few years concerning Amanda?" Liam addressed the small crowd gathered inside his kitchen.
Maggie raised her hand.
"Yes Maggie. Do you have a question?" Liam asked the younger woman.
"Are we getting her out of here now? Are we going to help her escape?" She whispered, her bright blue eyes intent on the speaker.
"Yes Maggie. We are going to get the young lass out of this awful prison. We have been planning this for years. We all know our part in the plan. We should be able to prepare quickly and get her out of here before anyone even suspects a thing. Now, are we ready?"
Maggie nodded her head, her blond curls bouncing happily. Bridget nodded her brown head of hair, green eyes shining. Lawrence raised his hand to his forehead in a salute, while Holland smiled joyously.
"Good. Maggie, you pack a bag for her; pack her some clothes that will help her blend in with the people out there. Lawrence, you'll distract the security guards. Holland you watch the cameras and call Bridget if you see anything. Bridget, you will be her escort out of the building. You know all the exits better than all of us. I will pack some food for her trip. Everyone know what you're doing?" Liam asked seriously.
Everyone nodded.
"Good. Go!" The group broke apart to tend to their tasks.
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Mark walked into the garden, Professor Dewitt following close behind. I was sitting on a stone bench, staring at a fountain. Watching the statue spit water happily. Though the sweet little cherub did nothing to lighten my solemn mood.
"Why so gloomy, my little pet?" Dewitt asked.
"Why would you care?" I sighed.
"Oh, don't be so sad. There is nothing to be sad about." He placed his cold hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off quickly.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? I don't want to be bothered right now. I just want to be left in peace. I do not wish to be a pin cushion right now." I whispered pathetically.
"Who asked you what you wanted dear? I do not recall asking you if you would mind giving me a blood sample. Did I Mark?" He said with a fake smile.
"No, I don't believe you did sir." Mark shook his head.
"Well then. Now that that is settled, take off that jacket and give me your arm." He held out his hand expectantly.
With a resigned sigh, I shrugged the jacket off of my shoulders and set it beside me. I then held out my arm and turned my head away.
I felt the cold of his hands on my arm. My fur did nothing to shield me from the icy sensation. I shivered and goose bumps began to form over my arms and neck. I hated how cold his hands always were.
The burning scent of the alcohol swab reached my nose, before its cool wetness even made contact with my skin. I turned my head away in an attempt to avoid the terrible smell.
In short time, the swab was lifted from my skin and replaced with the sharp point of a needle. I mentally braced myself as the thick metal pierced my skin. I have had this done so many times that I am fairly used to it. Though no matter how many times my skin may be pierced, the sharp pinch never dulls.
I turned my head to stare at the glass tube as my life force… My very essence was being sucked up into it.
The thick, red liquid which was my blood was being taken. Little by little, it was being sucked away and whisked off for experimentation. It was being poked, prodded and exposed to all manner of chemicals and radiation. What they could not do to me directly they did to my blood. I had even once heard a rumor that they were experimenting on small animals with my blood. Injecting it into them and attempting to bind the separate genes into one which would be compatible with their bodies and genetic makeup. Apparently there were many failures… I do not know if they ever were successful.
If my theories are correct, they were attempting to find a way to bind my genes with human genes. Perhaps they were trying to make some sort of super soldier? I am not sure. All I can say is that I hope they fail. I do not want them to create monsters, which is usually what they eventually wind up doing. They think that because they created something, it is going to bow down before them. These things that they would create would be alive, with minds of their own. And when something has a mind of its own… It has the potential to rebel. The only creator that any sort of life should ever bow down to is the almighty God himself; the creator of all life. Any mere human who makes life, is liable to be destroyed by the very things they created. However, God's own creations can only destroy each other; which is what the wind up doing most of the time.
For these ignorant scientist to create something so lethal would be an abomination. When they create something, they think they have to dominate it, they have to control it. I will tell you one thing: Life, does not like to be dominated nor controlled. Life… Has a mind of its own. And LIFE… Will destroy anything… That stands in its way.
I felt the needle being pulled away and removed from my arm. Now was my chance.
With a look of resolve upon my leonine face, I threw my arm up and knocked the tube of blood away from the Professor. The tube flew behind me and shattered against the wall, leaving a splatter of red to trail slowly down its smooth surface.
Both the Professor and Mark were shocked, frozen for mere minutes before they attempted to detain me. But they were no match for my enhanced strength. With an animalistic roar, I pushed them both away from me, causing them to land in the patch of ferns ten feet away. I may be angry; I may want to escape… But my hands would not be stained by the blood of man this day.
I grabbed my bag and ran for the door. I did not even check the lock, I simply ran through it. I raised my arms to cover my face and barreled through the thick metal. Coming out, if slightly dazed, on the other side. I wasn't sure if I would be able to do that… Now I have a better understanding of my strength… It is powerful.
I looked down both hallways before settling for going left. I looked behind me to see Mark stumbling out the hole I had just made. He reached for the panic button and slammed his fist down upon it. Red lights began to flash and a loud siren blasted in my ears… I guess I hadn't thought this all the way through.
A/N: I am sorry for the long delay. My mom's computer was having issues. We weren't allowed to use it until it was working properly again.
I hope you all are enjoying my story. I do need some more ideas. When writing my own stories, I tend to run out of ideas fairly quickly. I will not call it writer's block, because I do not believe in such a thing. ^_^ hehe. I do however believe in reviews, soooo… please, please, please, PLEASE! Review. XD
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