"A perfectly ordinary girl"

You open your eyes to find yourself lying down on what appears to be a laboratory bed. An attractive woman with long brown hair and stylish spectacles is standing in front of you with a clipboard. She looks up when you groan quietly, and gives a wide smile.

"Oh, good. You're awake. I'm really, really sorry about Ray - he's one of our experiments, and he's a trifle untrustworthy. We let him play around with some of the other subjects, but he.. well, gets a little carried away. He knocked out our Fluffpooch, three Doctors who tried to constrain him, and one of the security Guards. I hope he didn't hurt you." she says, sounding very sympathetic. She comes forward and you can read the nametag upon her lab coat - 'Dr Maroo'.

"Oh, you're Doctor Maroo! I came to apply for some kind of job, and the Security Guard at the gate said you were the one I needed to see!" you smile, trying to get up. You feel very lightheaded and very chest-heavy, and your breathing is shallow. Dr Maroo shakes her head and gestures for you to sit back down - apparently, she hasn't finished speaking yet.

"You're a good kid, but you've been seriously hurt. That syringe that Ray had was full of an experimental formula known as Formyphyric Elemopsia - the effects are unknown. I took the liberty of calling your parents, whose numbers I found in your purse, and I'll be observing you for the next few weeks. Your parents are OK with that, and I hope you are, too." she smiles encouragingly. You look at the place on your arm where Ray slammed the syringe - there's a tiny, barely-discernible hole amid your otherwise perfectly smooth arm. You also look down on yourself. You're wearing a white nightgown, a lacy affair that looks unusually feminine, and your clothes are piled up on the other side of the room.

"I'm totally OK though, aren't I?" you ask a trifle pleadingly. You notice that your voice sounds different - it sounds higher than usual. Probably just due to Ray with his hand on your throat.. it'll probably pass.

"As far as we can tell, yup. You're the picture of health - a perfectly ordinary 16 year old girl." Dr Maroo smiles at you and walks out of the room.

"WHAT?!" you shriek.

Written by an anonymous author

Back to the parent page

(This page has not yet been checked by the maintainers of this site.)