Fallen to the Planet

Chapter 3: What's in a Name

"She's kinda feisty, isn't she?"

"Just a little,"

The girl roared and kicked and screamed in her prison. Locked up in an over sized test tube. Upon arrival back to HQ, and informing about their unusual discovery, the good idea was to put the girl in a medical chamber. There, vital stats could be taken and they would have a safe place to lock up the crazy broad if she awoke. But shortly after the first nurse came to inspect the creature, she became wildly violent and lunged at the poor woman. Fortunately, she was locked back into the chamber before any harm could befall anymore WRO workers.

She barred her teeth and banged against the lid of her modern coffin with all the force she had. But all Reeve and Vincent could do was just stare at the little thing and the impressive amount of energy she was displaying. She sneered through her thick window at the two of them.

"I thought you said she suffered a gunshot would." Reeve looked the thing over, noticing no traces of blood trickling out of her, just the obvious red stains where the bullet had hit her.

"I did." Reeve kneeled closer to the girl, and she began to hit the laminated glass even harder, her screams getting louder.

"I guess someone gave her a potion then. She isn't bleeding,"

"What are going to do now?" The red caped shadow asked.

"Talk to her," The Chief looked up at Vincent to give a cheesy smile, and returned his focus on the girl. His friend just shook his head.

"Hey, hey, calm down now. You're safe," He tried tapping on the glass and giving his most comforting smile, but it seemed the mass of fury didn't care. Her hands were turning a raw, red color from how long and hard she was hitting the glass. "I just want to help you. If you stop fussing so much, I can get you out of here." The thing began to calm down. Her breathing still fierce and her mouth contorted into a sneer, but she stopped her calamity.

"There you go," The inventor gave an excited smile. He knew he could reach her. "If you could just answer some qu--"

The girl began to ramble. Senseless syllables and sounds were strung together as she was rapidly "talking." Her anger still come across in her voice, even if her words were unknown. She could speak, but not a language that the two men knew. Not even a familiar word passed by her tongue.

"Wait wait--" Reeve tried again, but she just gave her glass dome a good hit with one of her fists and continued with her babbling, not even slowing down to catch her breath.

The man sighed and stood up. Was this a mental illness? "Do you think she suffered brain trauma?" He theorized with Vincent. His only answer was a slight shrug.

"Anything could have happened to her."

"You don't suppose she is unaware she isn't speaking sense?"

"She could be oblivious."

Reeve gave another sigh. He hung his head at a loss of what to do, pinched the brigde of his nose in thought and rubbed his chin. The girl's angry, unintelligible words their background music for the moment.

Slowly but surely, upon the girl noticing that no one cared anymore what she was saying, she silently trailed off. The room actually became silent since she awoke over an hour ago. No pounding or screaming, just her heavy breaths upon forcing her voice to reach high levels of stress. She mumbled a few incoherent things to herself, but was otherwise peaceful.

"I didn't know she could be so calm." Reeve kept his voice low, fearing that if he talked louder, it would just provoke the creature.

"Than en mayl... beranil si... kishmeht Jenova teahr..."

Vincent and Reeve both glanced at one another, then looked over at the girl. She was still mumbling in that strange language of hers.

"I think I'm becoming paranoid, Vince."

"No." Nothing more needed to be said. They both had the same thought, the same theory. The inventor calmly made his way towards the medical chamber at the foot of the mechanizim, where all the controls were located. The chamber was completely sealed off from the outside world, so it could supply pure oxygen to patients who couldn't take in oxygen from the air. Reeve touched his fingers to the dial that control the oxygen supply to the compartment, slowly turning it so it wouldn't pump in the life-saving air.

It a while to take effect. The girl was resilient, and by time she noticed that it was harder to draw in breath, she was too weak to throw a fit. Rage filled her face and she growled at the man near her feet, but her sight gave way to darkness as she passed out.

"So you're suffocating her."

"No. I'm trying to keep her in control as much as possible." Reeve walked passed his partner and towards the exit of the medical care unit of the building. Vincent followed. Outside, a few doctors had been collected when the female first got out of hand, but were quickly dismissed out of the room when she was secured. "I want tests to be run. Blood, skin biopsies, CT scans, X-rays, everything, and I want all the results sent to me."

"Yes, sir." Was the collective reply along the doctors. They began to enter the room before their commander instructed them again.

"Keep her drugged. Hydrocodine, anesthetics, whatever. She's still dangerous." The doctors all agreed again and finally left inside. Reeve began to head straight to his office, Vincent in step beside him.

"She knows about Jenova." He kept his voice low (as if is wasn't low enough) so as not to attract the workers' attention in the halls of the building.

"What does that mean though."

"They both came from the sky."

"Don't say it. It's too horrible to imagine again." Reeve forced a poor desk girl out of the elevator she was exiting and shut its doors to the floor they were on, immediately rising up the tall building. The two men needed to be alone to contemplate this problem. He took one side of the elevator and vincent took the other. The head of WRO began to rub his temples in anxiety.

"Why are you having tests run on her?"

"To find a weakness. To understand exactly what she is. No one cared to know what Jenova was, just what she could do to soldiers."

"I bet no one gave her a potion on the way here." Reeve groaned at the comment.

"Ugh, I didn't even think about that. You think she healed that quickly from a gun shot wound naturally?" Vincent just nodded his dark head. "That thing is going to be problematic."

"But you noticed her speech."

"Hmm, yes. Despite not knowing a single thing she way trying to say, I think it was obvious she has the brains to be articulate. She's just not a wild killing machine. She's capable of logical thought."

"She can adapt and learn then." The floors passed by so quickly. It was silence's turn to talk now (Reeve hated elevator music so never had it installed). Soon, the elevator slowed down and came to a stop. The man in blue's office floor. He and his companion left the elevator and Reeve sought the comfort of his large and comfortable chair. If only his chair had answers for him. The taller man observed the stress his friend felt, and hoped his silence would be more comforting than his words.

"What are you going to call her." Reeve eyed his friend as if he asked a very stupid question.

"I don't want to name her. She doesn't deserve a name." He propped his arm on the table and rested his forehead against it.

"But if she escapes..."

"All right, all right." He pointed a finger at Vincent, not even bothering to look up. "You name her then. You found her."

'But I don't want to name her...' The man sighed in response and began to think. Nothing personal. Just a label would do.

"Than." Reeve straightened himself and looked his friend in the eye, completely unamused.

"You must think you're funny." Vincent just shrugged in response, but a little smile was hidden behind the collar of his deep, red cloak. "You have a morbid sense of humor."

I just want to thank Lionhearte1 and LilTigre for showing an interest in my story, and for LilTigre's technical advice. :) All comments and advice is appreciated.

-halfbreedfox