Gon woke up in an unfamiliar room, normal people wouldn't be able to tell the difference yet Gon knew this wasn't his room. A camera whirred in the corner zooming in on his face, eyes reopening and closing. The door opened and two guardsmen came in dragging him out once again, he entered through the two white swinging doors watching them sling closed. He lifted his head only to have a wave of dizziness overcome him. He was picked up by his arms, his wounds opening letting them cry his red life substance freely. A man in a white uniform approached him, tray in his hands.

"Hello there." the man's voice was soft and kind to the contrary of what you would think it would be, yet it almost sounded, caring?

Placing the tray down you could hear small ticks; he lifted a small vial up into the air taking the syringe he poked into the rubber top, the light blue liquid entered into the syringe filling it in entirely. He looked over at Gon almost examining him. Grabbing his arm he quickly injected it into him. He began to scream and yell. To say the least it hurt, it felt as in his arm had been placed into a pot of boiling water, he could practically feel the liquid go down his veins.

The man acted as if he didn't hear a thing. Calling the guards he was taken and dragged down once again to his room.

"Gon what happened to you!" she exclaimed losing her lisp through her fright.

Gon was battered and looked almost lifeless because of the pale color of his skin.

"They-took me in - to a room- and - a man beat me-" he began to breathe heavily trying to make the pain subside.
"I passed-out. When I- woke up -I-was-taken to a -lab- and- injected-"

Her eyes immediately lost a shade at the last word he uttered. His hold on consciousness was slipping at a rapid pace. She quickly to notice of this and shook him lightly.

"Gon I need you to stay with me okay, do you remember what color the fluid was?" She asked.
"A light blue, like the sky" He replied.
"And how much was in that syringe one quarter half tree quarters or was it full" She asked.
He sniffed in air as if containing back sobs and answered "it was- full".

With those words he lost the little consciousness he had left.

"That fucking bastard" she yelled furiously as she punched the wall leaving a dent in the solid metal.

She retracted her fist and looked over at Gon. His unconscious body lay limp on the floor, a pain expressing itself on his delicate features.
She reached down, holding his shoulders she shook him firmly.

"Gon wake up, NOW!" she slapped him across his face time and time again, he finally peeked his eyes open.
"Thank goodness, listen Gon I know it seems painless when you're asleep, but that makes it more possible for you to die so please stay awake"

His response was a small whimper; he didn't have to strain much to stay awake for the internal pain was too much to bear.

Thirty minutes passed and the internal pain set into a full body ambush leaving his body vulnerable and frail. Scarlett did what she could to offer as much comfort as she could, placing his head on her lap petting his rough yet smooth hair, tilting his head to an angle where he could breath easily.

About an hour later all hell broke loose, Gon was now having a hard time keeping the pain settled, he was curled up, screaming, crying, and in just pure agony. Guards came in to access the situation. Yet Scarlett wouldn't let anyone get close.

"Stay away" she demanded not moving an inch away from her spot next to Gon.

Yet they persisted.

"Get away from it" the guard yelled.

She tensed as they began to inch closer, she stood up steadily turning to look straight at them stopping them in their tracks, taking little notice they proceeded to close in.

"I said to stay away" furious aura surrounds her startling them as they took a step back.
"Its nothing to be afraid of Mark"
"You don't feel that" he quivered
"Come on what can it do, seriously were grown men" he mocked
"Alright"

They steadily began to approach her. Looking down he saw her still in his way, reaching his hand down he forcefully pushed her away, but just as his fingers connected with her skin her sharp instincts kicked in. She grabbed the hand tightly pushing the wrist inward and twisted. The guard howled in pain as a blood curling snap echoed throughout his body. She then rolled him over her spine throwing him down on the solid concentrate floor, bringing his arm over her thigh she took hold of his upper arm, and snapped it on her knee, breaking it clean. The man yelled and clutched his arm close; the other guard watched the whole process unravel before his eyes in a second. She had a look of sheer malice. The guard simply grabbed his colleague and rushed out.

"Call reinforcements" the man told him, he took his radio and turned it on.
"No need for that" a new voice interrupted his actions
"Boss!" the same man in the white coat stood above
"Leave this cell alone, that one wouldn't let a soul pass her even if it meant her life" he let a puff of smoke escape as he spoke. "Get your arm treated"
"Yes sir"

The guard shut the door as the man took a last peek into the dark room.

After seeing that the door was locked she scrambled over to where Gon laid. Gon laid face down on his crossed arms. He felt worse by the second, his stomach took flip after flip as his body continued to burn in flames. Gon was in pain that was all his body could have possessed his mind faded off and indistinct to his body. But when he did find consciousness his body felt dull and unknown. This hollow feeling he felt was foreign, unknown to neither him nor his body, it was as if he was himself yet at the same time he's not. He was having a hard time telling the difference in between his dreams and reality. He could feel the cold metal that felt nice against his skin yet didn't last long because of his current temperature. At times he felt cold and dazed yet it always seemed to disappear soon after. He laid down not a muscle in his body moved.

Eight prolonged hours passed by before Gon's condition stabilized, his high fever now ran low and it was safe to let his body rest, Scarlett stayed up exchanging the cold towels when they would lose their coldness. Scarlett had begun to worry; he wasn't reacting as he was supposed to. She had poured water into his mouth expecting him to swallow but instead began to choke, rushing to turn him to his side waiting for the hacking cough to subside. She laid him back down placing the rag back on his forehead she stood and walked steadily to the small opening in the wall, once again she grabbed hold of her metal necklace and tore into the metal plate just a bit more before taking a peek out. A thin layer of snow was delicately painted on the once brown colored ground, snow still falling down from the thick clouds above, covering the moon she had so yearned to see. She stuck a few fingers out touching the snow lightly tucking it into the crevasses of her fingers watching it melt then slowly bleed down her finger and reunite with the snow below.

Memories flowed in; it had been a night almost identical to this one, quiet, the now fell steadily and silently. Two occupants sat in the semi dark room, the little girl sat on the floor listening to her mother read contently.

"Scarlett, lets end it here I'm not feeling so well" she said weakly.

Her daughter smiled and placed the thick book back into the muddy brown backpack. The frosty mist outside had begun to solidify against the small glass window, as the days progressed her mother's condition had worsened to the point where she couldn't eat and was bed ridden.

"Scarlett, my dear, I want to tell you about your father, and what kind of person he is. His name was Grayson king, we met in middle school, he was the class clown and loved to make me laugh, we were the best of friends."
"What's school and what's friend" she asked pensively
"A friend is someone you like being around and have a bond with"
"And school?"
"School is a place you go to learn and also a place you can make friends. I loved school and I'm sure you would too, I never got to finish it so can you make me a promise that if you ever get out of this miserable place you'll find your father and finish school".

Tears had begun to gather in Scarlett's eyes but wiped them away before nodding strongly.

"I have one more thing I want you to have, reach into my pocket; it's something your father would have wanted you to have".

She searched the pocket picking out a metal necklace a small metal plate was attached to the silver chain, and with further inspection the metal plate looked almost as if it had been broken.

"Please keep it and give it to him he will know what it's for" with the final words she closed her eyes; the room's temperature seemed to drop down dramatically, the room darkened.

The very next day her body was moved out and was replaced by two teenage boys, their attitude was shallow and harsh yet did her no harm. She had begun to treat them each time they came in with minor wounds. Word had somehow gotten to the professor and he transferred her to work with him.

"Today you will be my assistant; you do what I tell you, all right"
"Yes"

Years went on her intellect on medicine grew so did she, she was now not the little shy girl but a young lady.

"Look at this new serum" he held out a vial with a light blue substance "this is for number 25, give him 3 millimeters"

She grabbed the file from his hand dropping it into her the pocket of her white lab coat grabbing a steel tray and walking out, she reached the observation room, hearing the test subject struggle against its restraints. She placed the tray to the side of the examination table. The boy's gray eyes shifted to hers giving a silent plea. She took no notice of this flicking on the glass syringe taking out all the bubbles of air. She disinfected his upper arm with a small wipe before positioning the needle to insert, the boy smiled as thick tears of sadness poured down his cheeks as if accepting his fate. She slipped out the needle, placing the empty syringe on the tray. She cleared the tray and walked out. She waited for hours watching the boy and recording memos every half hour.

"Last entry, 22:44 pm subject seems to be in pain and shows no sign of consciousness. Subject shows little response to verbal communication. Wait, subject's vitals are increasing rapidly. Heart rate is 100/120 blood pressure is at 160/140 little respiration is seen".

A spike at the heart monitor was the last seen before the single line.

"Subject is now dead; serum was applied twelve hours ago. Subject was given 3 milliliter of serum 12. Beyond further inspection all wounds have been healed. Autopsy will be conducted within thirty minutes from death" half hour later had surely passed and the heart cavity had been opened.
"Heart has seemed to implode destroying the tissue surrounding it" the tape had come to an end.

She took off her medical gown and mask. Making her way into a small room she grabbed a cart of food and rolled it down the corridor symmetrically placed doors were aligned across it. She opened each door placing a tray inside; one in particular was - interesting.

"So how's it going Scar" the boy taunted
"I told you not to call me that, Robert"
"Hey you know I don't like that name, Ace sounds much more cooler, besides, I was just joking around with you" she presented him his food "oh what did you get me?" he asked excitingly
"Salad" she said blandly
"Aw why can't you give me some candy"
"Candy? What on earth is that?"
"You know there are many things besides concentrate and white walls, out there are so many beautiful things and candy is one of them"
"So what else is out there"
"Many things, let's see there are animals for one, cats, dogs, fish..." their conversation seemed to have no end as they laughed and argued
"Guess you have to go he runt"
" Yea. Whatever enjoy your salad" she sung as she swung the door closed.

Days passed and it was time for another subject to be tested on.

"This one will be for subject number 94"
"What! You can't do that"
"Why not"
"Because I said so"
"Well you're doing it regardless".

He filled the syringe and positioned it on his arm. His eyes closed and unaware of his surroundings.

"I said don't do it!" she had tackled him down onto the lab table when a vile fell off breaking against her leg quickly burning through her skin tissue.

He threw her off of him giving her a nasty scar vertically on her eyebrow.

"Guards take her back into her cell"

Two men in black walked in taking her by her arms.

"And don't ever come back here" he's yelled as she was escorted.

She kicked the guards off her rendering them unconscious. She rushed into the observation room, horror struck her. The syringe's needle was inserted into Ace's arm; more than half of the blue substance filled its contents. The man gently pressed on the small lever letting the chemical enter his blood stream.

"It's done, and you very well know that this amount is suicide if his heart isn't resistant enough, he's dead in within minutes".
"Ace wake up don't leave me like this" she cried.

He opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile

"I know I'm not going to make it, it's been nice scar," he laughed lightly as a small trickle of blood went down the side of his cheek.

"You'll probably have one, man what a great nickname" his body convulsed before falling slack, she turned around with fury grabbing the scalpel to the left of her.
"What are you doing" he said frightened. She began to approach his slowly before leaping on top of him staring straight into his abdomen.
"Die you psychotic bastard"

He reached his arm out for an object; his thin fingers finally grasped the side drawing it into his hand before lodging it into her side.

"I won't die that easily"

Her vision faded off and her mind disintegrated into darkness.

Night passed by and morning soon was born, Scarlett woke up stretching her rested muscles. His fever had broken and would begin to react. Hopefully.