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Chapter 9: Meet the Doc

Angel wasn't sure when she went unconscious, but she was pretty sure it was because one of the Elementals had been the cause of it. She woke up staring at a bright white light like the ones you see in a hospital. Angel tried to sit up right, but she was being restrained. Looking down, Angel could see that she was strapped to the surgical table with three leather bindings. Angel looked to her right to see a small stand covered in small surgical tools, and a few that looked like they belonged in a butchers.

She also noticed the fact that a few of them were covered in bloody, particularly the butcher's tools. Angel took a moment to calm herself, reciting in her head "Remain calm and focus on your objective. Panic and fear tear you apart." Angel calmed herself and continued to observe the room. It was relatively small and completely white, like, sterilized white. There was a mirrored window to her left along with a longer table covered in strange tools that Angel wasn't 100% sure what they could be used for.

There was a door to the far left of the mirrored window with a number lock on the right of it. Angel blew some of her hair from her face and tried to focus on freezing her bindings, but was instead met with a horrid shocking feeling around her neck. The electrocution lasted about 5 seconds and Angel was in a horrid pain. She craned her neck around to feel something around her neck, probably a Siren collar. These terrible collars were outlawed on Pandora since there are two, well three now, Sirens on the planet and Pandora didn't really someone with a Siren under their finger.

Angel grumbled "Why couldn't I just be a normal person? Oh yeah, Mom's a Siren and Dad's an Assassin and I'm the combination of both." Angel waited and thought about what could possibly be happening at the moment, and then a terrifying thought crossed her mind. "Where is everyone else?" She thought as she looked around the room like she was expecting Nickoli or Justin or Patrick to be on a table next to her. Angel's training to remain calm in stressful situations failed and she began to panic, thinking "Oh god where are they? Oh god if those bastards hurt them I'll k…" Her Siren collar started to electrocute her again since she basically lost control of what little power she had.

Angel panted from the pain as the door to her left opened and a woman walked it. She was as tall as her mother but was a little thinner. Her hair was white as snow and tied back into a short pony tail. The woman was also wearing a white coat like the old Dr. Zed used to wear with bleached white pants and white shoes. She jotted down notes on a clipboard as she walked to Angel and stood over her for a moment.

Angel could see the woman's eyes clearly now, a very lively green compared to the woman's cold and frankly dead complexion. Her skin clung very tightly to her face and she was very pale, almost like a corpse. The woman finally stopped takin notes and put the clipboard under her arm with a smile. "Well hello Angel. How are we doing today?" The woman greeted in a voice that was meant to be comforting. She came across more like someone who should be sitting in a large rotating chair with a white stalker in their lap.

"I would be better off without the restraints or the collar." Angel replied in a sarcastic tone. The woman chuckled "Well, I was told you put up a fight when you were brought here, so they are merely for my protection."

"Yeah, right. Protection."

"Indeed Angel. I've studied the Siren Abilities for a long time and from what I've seen, a Siren's Power is very unstable at a young age. But I've seen that you already know that."

Angel had to admit she was right, her power flared when she thought about her friends being in danger. Her power was unstable, she had only began to grasp her elemental power and didn't even know what her Siren Power was. "I can tell from your face that you are seeing my side of the argument." The woman proclaimed. "But I've been very rude. I know your name, but you do not know my name. I am Dr. Harloc." Angel questioned immediately "So why am I here? I'm sure it is nothing good."

"Quite the contrary. I've been tasked to study your kind, Sirens that is. Your kind is very interesting with your ability to control the elements, your strange powers and connection to Eridium. I just want to know how your kind does it."

"Well it isn't like I know how I do it. I can barely use my elemental ability."

"Then it is a good thing I'm not going to be asking you."

Dr. Harloc went to the surgical stand and placed her clipboard on it as she picked up a needle. "I'm going to see exactly how your kind ticks by any means necessary." Dr. Harloc didn't hesitate to stab the needle into Angel's Siren arm without any hesitation or thought to Angel's well-being. Angel screamed in pain as the needle stabbed into her arm and Harloc took some of her blood. She pulled the needle out and examined the blood in the needle, proclaiming "This is a start to a new age of elemental fighting. Soldiers that can control the elements, giving them the combative edge. You should be happy Angel, you're going to save lives."

Harloc put the needle back onto the surgical stand and picked up a scalpel. "I normally would put a patient under for an operation like this, but I won't. I would like to see the pain threshold of a Siren." Harloc exclaimed as she placed the cold blade on Angel's Siren arm. Angel braced herself as she awaited the blade to begin cutting, but she still screamed in pain as it tore through her arm. Angel screamed as the blade continued to cut through her arm "I swear! Once I get out of here! I'm going to destroy you, you insufferable bitch!" Harloc didn't pay Angel mind, she just continued her biopsy on Angel to find out her Siren secrets.

Angel passed out after the third large incision, everything going to black.

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Nickoli groaned as he brought his metal hand to his face, body aching all over from his fight with Inferno. Nickoli sat up and immediately remembered the fight. "Zver." Nickoli cried. "Zver. I can't believe it… he just can't…" Nickoli's best friend was dead, the one who cared for him the most was now gone. Nickoli felt tears run down his face, but not tears of sadness. They were tears of sheer rage, rage over his friend's death and rage at the bastard that murdered him.

"I'm going to kill Inferno. I'm going to make him taste his own goddamn intestines." Nickoli growled. He took a few deep breaths before analyzing his situation, he was in jail. The room was barely six feet around with a single cot and a bucket in the corner. He looked out his cell bars to see Justin in the same predicament, but he was still out cold. Nickoli ran over to the bars and exclaimed "Justin! Justin wake up! Where's Patrick?"

Justin didn't stir, but Nickoli saw Patrick's arm stick out of the cell next to his, giving him a thumbs up. "Angel! Angel! Where are you?" Nickoli called in a panicked tone. There was no response other than a few annoyed grunts from a few others. The cells were lined up with two levels and cells on both sides of the long hallway. "Do you know where Angel is?" Nickoli questioned. Patrick gave a thumbs down and Justin began to stir.

Justin sat up and groaned "Where are we?" Nickoli was about to respond when a female voice answered "You are in the holding area for Maliwan test subjects." Nickoli looked at the cell to his left of Justin's to see a girl close to his age leaning against the bars of her cell. She was Angel's height but had short green hair that hung freely to her shoulders. Her grey shirt was speckled with dirt and grim and her black pants were torn at the knees and covered in the same filth as her shirt.

"What do you mean holding area?" Justin questioned as he went to his bars. "Exactly how it sounds. We're a bunch of cattle for Maliwan to do with as they please." The girl went on as she rested her head on her arms. A scream filled the halls and the girl sighed "And yet another has gone under the knife, a shame." Nickoli recognized the scream as Angel's and he was filled with rage once more. Nickoli began punching at the bars, trying to break them and get out.

"Give it up kid." The girl groaned as she returned to the depths of her cell. "You aren't going to get out like that. It's pointless anyway, your friend is as good as…" Nickoli bellowed "SHUT UP! I've lost Zver, but I am NOT losing Angel!" He turned his left arm into its cannon and blasted out the lock on his cell. He threw the door of his cell open and blasted the lock on Justin's cell. Justin opened his cell door as Nickoli blasted Patrick's door open.

Justin went to Nickoli and questioned "Do you really care about Angel that much?" Nickoli chuckled "Is it that obvious? Yeah, now let's get Angel out of here." Justin nodded and Nickoli turned to Patrick, who was giving a thumbs up. "You three are going to get yourselves killed." The girl sighed from her cot. Patrick went to the cell and exclaimed "Want to be free?"

"Of course I want to be free, but dying isn't the way I want to be free."

"Come with us. Live and be free."

Patrick pointed at the lock on the girl's cell and Nickoli promptly shot it out. Patrick opened the cell and held out his hand to the girl. She sighed "Well, my cell is open so I'm either dead with you three or dead when the alarms go off in 3…2..1…" She pointed up and an alarm started to blare. The girl got out of her cot and walked out of her cell, clearly showing she didn't want to go with them.

The group started moving down the hall when the exit door opened with ten white robots coming through. Nickoli raised his cannon arm when the girl stopped him and charged forward. The bots raised their arms and were about to fire when the girl created a fireball in her hand and threw it at the bots. They scattered as the fireball hit the ground and torched two of the bots. A robot charged the girl, but she jumped around it and then threw her fist at the robot.

Nickoli noticed that the girl's fist was coated in acid and started to corrode the bot with each hit. Another bot tried to swing at her back, but the girl was faster and placed a palm on the bot's chest plate. Patrick noticed that she started generating electricity and began to short circuit the bot until it collapsed. The girl showed no signs of slowing down as both of her arms began to coat themselves in slag. She threw her arms forward and coated the bots and the hallway with slag.

She didn't hesitate to throw several fireballs that incinerated the bots that were stuck in the slag. Nickoli, Justin and Patrick watched the entire fight with jaws on the floor, surprised by the sheer power the girl possessed. She turned and questioned "Are we going to sit and stare all day? Or are we going to get out of here?" Nickoli was the first to break the silence by questioning "Who are you?"

"My name is Lynn, now are we going or what?"

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