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"What do you think it's like?"

What is 'it'?

"I really don't care, as long as we get to mess around with it."

That's a bit mean. And there's that 'it' again. What is 'it'?

"But wouldn't it be cool to match it up with some new enhancement that suits it? Like we did with Angel #014."

'Angel #014'? Is that an experiment? Then the 'it' is another experiment?

"Angel #014 is still out and about, may I remind you. It doesn't matter to me what its personality is like. We're not being paid to dissect its personality. Now grab me that syringe."

Wow. Quick and to the point. Scientist #2 is such a grouch.

I come to, and realize that my wrists and ankles are bound to the table. My vision is still hazy when I crack my eyes open. Bright lights invade my mind and sends a sharp pain shooting into my head for a moment.

Is this what happened with Fang? He had marks around his neck, too. I'm not sure I want to know how he got those.

"Oh, it's awake," the voice of Scientist #2 says. I blink back dark spots in my vision to see two men in lab coats. The shorter of the two is holding a syringe and is the owner of voice of Scientist #2.

I struggle a little in my restraints, and panic slowly fills me as I take in my position. I'm spread eagled with my wrists and ankles tied tightly to the cold metal table below me with metal chains that don't give an inch.

Cain Hall had used restraints. I had been tied to the bedposts so he could have his way with me. Now I'm transported back there, just a helpless child strapped down for someone to violate.

I'm not sure which I find more terrifying, the fact that I'm about to be injected with some unknown chemical, or that I'm tied down and reliving my worst nightmares.

It doesn't occur to me that my worst nightmares might have new additions very soon.

Scientist #1 turns to the second, "It'll be noisier this way," he warns the other.

Scientist #2 just shrugs, "It's not like we haven't dealt with noise before. Be glad this one's not the one with sonic scream."

The syringe is suddenly plunged into my upper arm, and I feel some liquid being deposited inside me.

Just two seconds later, and my body writhes in pain. It's as though my insides are being set on fire. My hands tug desperately on the restraints. I can't help but scream in pain. The fire has turned into ice, and I'm shivering uncontrollably.

My vision gets hazy, but that doesn't stop me from seeing the vague images of the two scientists looking down at me, not with pity, but with curiosity and interest instead.

"I wonder which program we should introduce it to. The doc gave us full authority over this one. He says he wants to play more with the blind one."

The blind one. Iggy. Horror flashes through me, and I struggle violently against the metal holding me down.

Scientist #2 only looks down with what seems like disgust in his eyes. He shakes his head, like I'm nothing more than an annoyance, and jabs a different needle into my arm. Instantly, my muscles seized up and I couldn't move.

"Finally. We should just keep it locked down like this if it keeps acting up. Maybe we should put the collar on her as well. I don't want it to bite and give us rabies or something," Scientist #2 said.

Scientist #1 just shrugged, "Let's just decide which project to implement her into. We can do our examination, and then lock it back up before it decides it wants to fidget again."

My eyes widen in fear as Scientist #1 holds up a large needle. Without hesitation, he sticks it into my upper arm and begins to pull the plunger. Dark red liquid begins to fill it, and my mind vaguely realizes that he's taking my blood. I try to screams from the pain, but no sound comes out. My muscles are still locked tight, and I can't even blink.

Minutes pass by like hours, and it feels like a lifetime of pain has passed before he finally pulls the needle free from my arm. If I could, I would sigh in relief.

The lack of blood makes my vision even hazier, and I can barely see fuzzy figures moving about. My hearing is also muted slightly, though I'm not sure if it's a side-effect of the foreign liquid injected into me, or from the lack of blood.

I hear snatches of conversations, and nothing makes sense.

"Aquarius Project-"

"-experiments haven't survived from-"

"It's blood-"

"-successes from the Angel Experiment-"

Angel Experiment. That was what Fang was a part of.

Just the thought of him makes me ache. I hope they didn't shoot him.

"We'll start her off on it tomorrow morning."

I can't even distinguish which scientist's voice that is. Black starts to creep into my vision, and suddenly I'm exhausted. My eyes rolls back into my head and I lose consciousness.

...

I'm not sure how many days have passed since I woke up on that table. It may have been weeks or even months. All I know is that if I'm not on that dreaded table, I'm back in a place I start to call my cage.

Not a day passes by without me writhing in pain. On some of the worse days, screams escape my throat, until my throat is raw. I've learned that the first injection they gave me was one of the less painful ones.

There is one vial that the scientists force me to drink every day. It's a light grey colour. They also inject me with the same coloured liquid once a day. I've learned to dread every single time I must come into contact with the vial. It does something horrible to me, as though my skin is being split apart and a thousand knives slicing my insides apart. It's a part of the project I've become a part of.

I'm still unsure of what this project is. I've never been conscious for long enough to find out. The scientists don't bother to speak about the project, only talking about specifics and statistics.

All I know is pain. In the beginning, I was naïve enough to believe that the pain would kill me. Now, I know that it won't. It just tears through my body and leaves me shaking harder than I have ever before.

The tests are even worse. They periodically set me inside a maze and make me find the exit, switching up the walls and booby traps every time. Whenever I stop, the floor lights up with a painful electrical current.

Every time, I hear murmurs about my endurance, heart rate, and adrenaline levels.

I haven't seen Iggy since I was brought here. Sometimes I start to wonder what happened to him, and then I quickly stop myself. I'm better off not knowing.

I used to count how many times they've made me drink the liquid. Then days had turned into weeks. Then I stopped counting altogether. Pain blurred my days together.

I don't see anyone else in the pristine white room that I'm held in. There are no other cages, no other experiments, and no other people, save the two scientists.

I'm beginning to think that I'm going to die here. Then again, I haven't been given a single reason to think any differently.