The girl gulped a bit when she saw his blue prints. "Oh, and we absolutley must give you some inner machinery!" The German man was bustling around his office, gathering various tools of pain and torture. He had been going on for days about his ideas to make her better. There was nothing wrong with the poor, little four year old girl; except that she was in the hands of a madman. A lunatic that called himseld Dr. Blest. "Uhm, she said quietly, "what did you do with my brother?"

A few days ago, she and her brother, Neth, had lived in a big castle with two loving parents. They had been happy together, a somewhat, (not even close) to normal family. But things had changed when the little girl had been captured into this strange operating room. She had been reading a fairy tale in her room when a voice had come from the little Koi pond. A skeletal hand had reached from the clear waters and beckoned to her. "Kom hier, weinig meisje." "Come here, little girl." Poor thing didn't know what to do. Instinct told her to run but curiosity won the mental fight. Obediently, she had walked over and kneeled to peer into the water. There was nothing to be seen but that boney hand. It reached to her slowly, so no fright would take her, and stroked a lock of her hair between it's gruesome fingers. "Solch ein hübscher kleiner Engel," the disembodied voice hissed.
"Such a pretty little angel." The language had switched than from Dutch to German. She was a child, yes, but a smart one none the less. The bodies of her fish floated to the top than. Whatever sort of creature this was it was now rubbing it's knuckle across her cheek tenderly. Her face was lit with terror, voice paralyzed. "Neth," a weak call to her elder brother. It was slowly wrapping it's self around her throat. "Neth." A bit stronger that time. Than the waters parted and it was as if the whole world was coming apart. The vortex roared with it's own power. "You shall come with me," no more German words. "Neth! Help me!" Her brother came bursting in. His blue eyes widened with disbelief as he raced to grasp her. "Mom! Dad! HELP US!" He screamed as loud as he could manage over the loud roaring. The hand grasped her, wanting to take her away but not wanting to hurt her small body. "MOM! DAD!" Their parents came bursting into the room right as they were lifted off the ground.
The mother's face contorted with fear. But the Father had drawn his sword angrily and was charging towards the figure. That horrible voice laughed sadistically, "Now, now, King of darkness. There is no need to fight what you can't win against!" A figure had emerged. A thin, wasted figure clad in blood soaked scrubs with wild blonde hair and deteriorated blue eyes. At the end of his pale arm, a skeletal hand, holding on to the neck of their daughter. The other hand holding the boy by the throat. Still holding his captive, the man pointed a finger at their mother who looked petrified. Her face flushed with color as she dropped to her knees. Father dropped his sword in fear and rushed to her side. No matter how he shook her, no sign of life would answer. "That's better, the intruder said softly, "now don't bother following me." This man which had just robbed their mother of her soul than blew a kiss to her, "Ik houd van u mijn beste Cyreina." Laughing than, with his own insanity, he submerged into the blackened water. Into the portal, back into the human world. Neth and his sister had gone limp, unable to speak as they were carried away from parents that could do nothing to save them.

Down, down into a laboratory where sick things happened to innocent creatures plucked from the darkest regions of the cosmos. To get a check up from the good Doctor.

"Now, he said pulling on a glove, "what's your name little one?" The little girl whimpered, eyes brimming with tears of fear. Dr. Blest smiled softly, brushing the tears away, "No crying, now. I won't hurt you my dear. A man will not hurt those he loves, you know." "Sir, she said staring at him wide eyed, "are you a pedophile?" He raised an incredulous eyebrow, "That's quite a big word for such a little girl and no." A machine started up with a whir above her. She couldn't see it, there was a light blazing in her eyes. "Now please, your name?"

Very uneasily she held up two fingers, "My name is Cyreina...the second."