So here it is, the new chapter for this story, hope you enjoy and sorry about the long updates! :(

When I woke up, I was instantly blinded by a bright light that stung my eyes. Squinting, I waited until my eyes became accustomed to the light and got a good look at my surroundings. I was lying on my back on a comfy hospital bed, with light blue curtains surrounding me. There was an IV in my arm and I could hear a steady beeping sound.

Why am I in a hospital? I thought, just as the curtain pulled back to reveal what looked like a doctor, wearing plain white scrubs and a mask over his mouth and nose. His hair was covered with a white hair net. A Draculoid stood next to him holding a gun.

"Hello patient 442," the doctor said pleasantly as he checked the machines behind me. I tried to open my mouth to respond but it was as if my muscles had been frozen into place. I tried to move my arm but nothing happened. The loud beeping noise steadily grew faster and faster, louder and louder as I began to panic. Why couldn't I move? The doctor smiled. "There's nothing to be afraid of, my dear. I've simply given you a little injection to freeze your muscles." He tapped the IV in my arm. "While this is still in you, the only thing you'll be able to move by yourself, will be your eyeballs and lids. Obviously your body can still move, but only if it is done for you. What I mean is, I can lift your arm up quiet easily with my hand but you will not be able to even move your baby finger a fraction of an inch. Of course, your vital organs will be fully functional so you don't need to worry about a thing. Couldn't have you dying before we started, hm?" He moved around to the foot of the bed and picked up a chart. I watched his eyes skim over the page before putting it back down. "Right, let's get to work."

Let's not, I thought, trying to force my tongue to form the words. The doctor grinned at my frustration.

"Isn't science today just marvellous?" he asked as he pulled out a small spray. "Of course, some things need testing, so good thing we have little Killjoys running around, isn't it?" The doctor held open my eye lids and sprayed my eyes.

Each little droplet was like a fire ball hitting my eyes. Squeezing my eyes closed was the only thing I could do as my screams died in my vocal chords. I wanted to claw out my own eyeballs in order to stop the pain but my arms and hands were pinned down against the bed.

"Open your eyes patient 442!" I heard the doctor command, making my dislike for him grow into hatred. When I refused, he smacked my across the face. My head snapped to one side with the force but I couldn't move my head back on my own. The doctor did that for me by slapping the other side of my face. "Open your eyes before I open them myself!"

I can't! I wanted to scream at him. The pain hurt too much for me to even try. Gloved fingers pried open my lids and the stinging intensified. It was like being repeatedly stabbed with a fiery needle in my eyes. My vision was still the same and I was slightly surprised that tears weren't falling down my face, yet I was glad there weren't any – I knew any sign of pain or fear from now on would only give the doctor some kind of sick glee. From now on, I had to "man-up" as the saying went, and figure out some way of getting out of this mess I'd gotten myself into. Suddenly, a mirror was shoved in front of my face and I felt shocked at the face staring back at me.

The girl who looked back in the mirror had sun kissed skin with dark round circles underneath the eyes. Her lips were pink and looked chapped. Her hair had grown quite a bit and flowed down her shoulders. It'd been brushed and didn't look as greasy as it normally did. The girl's facial muscles were locked into place, there was not a single movement to be seen at all. I wanted to look away from my horrid reflection when my eyes drifted upwards to their reflection.

The iris' were purple.

-x-

"Good morning doctor, how are you?" I asked pleasantly.

It'd been a very long nine days, but during that time, I found out that even though he seemed rather psychotic, the doctor trusted people too much. I'd decided to play the nice little girl who did as he asked, complying with his experiments on different parts of my body (it'd only been my eyes, hands and feet so far) in exchange for the use of my muscles. He'd granted my wish rather quickly but instead of trying anything funny (he'd been waiting, no, hoping for me to do something stupid like attack when he freed my arms. I'd felt rather smug when I saw the disappointment in his eyes), I remained the good little patient. The tests still hurt like Hell of course, but the doctor sometimes gave me a little morphine for the burning pain.

"Not too much," he'd said. "It'll damage the test results."

One thing I was grateful for was that he hadn't try to give me any of those BLI happy pills. I knew that if he ever shoved one of those down my throat, I'd either be back to stage one in my frozen state, or an eternal soldier-slash-slave to BLI.

Now, the doctor gave me one of his warm smiles as he picked up my chart from the end of my bed. "Good morning yourself patient 442, and I am very well, thank you for asking. How about yourself? Are you ready for another little experiment?" He couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice during the last sentence, I could tell.

"What are we doing this time doc?" I asked nicely enough while I mentally screamed, No, you absolute idiot! Why are you doing this to me!?

"Actually, our newest experiment requires you to have full use of your muscles."

I blinked in shock. "Why?"

"We need a few of our well-mannered patients to test a couple of gadgets out for us, and I thought you would be perfect for the role!" He smiled widely, which surprisingly enough, wasn't actually the creepiest thing about him. No, it was rather… nice. It showed off his straight, pearly white teeth. Wait, nice? Pearly white teeth? What was I thinking!? It sounded like I was crushing on the guy! I didn't even know his name! "Well?"

"Oh, um, I… I, err…" I stumbled over my words, suddenly not sure what to say. The doctor flashed another perfect smile.

"You don't have to worry about the others making fun of your…" he gave an awkward cough as he looked down at my hand. It was scaly and blue, covering my entire left hand all the way to my elbow, a clear result of what happened when a test went wrong. I learned that tests that went wrong were much more painful than those that went right. I didn't even know what BLI were testing on me (and no doubt countless others if my patient number was 442) but I doubted I'd get answers from the doctor. One of my iris' was half green, half yellow whilst the other was still purple from the first experiment.

"Oh no, of course not, I wasn't worried about that. Not that I was worried at all, I was just wondering why me."

The doctor smiled.

"Maybe because you're a special little patient?"

Then, after making me promise that I'd think about it, he left.

And there you go! Like I said at the top, I hoped you enjoyed it and isn't really crappy :D reviews will let me know? ;) also, if there's anything specific you'd like to see in this story or another future story, then please PM me or leave a review, anon or not, and I'll see what I can do :D :D :