|Hybrid Theory: Discordia
Author: SebbyNinja666 PM
A girl gets taken by the military and wakes up geneticaly altered.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Supernatural - Chapters: 26 - Words: 30,956 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 10-14-12 - Published: 06-12-12 - id: 3031575
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A blinding white light shone overhead and my vision was blurred. I blinked a couple times then tried to sit up, but found I couldn't. I was strapped down to a cold metal table by my wrists, waist and ankles. Voices I didn't recognize spoke around me; a male voice said, "Doctor I think she's waking up."
A feminine voice replied, "Put her under again, then we can start the procedure." I started squirming around, trying to get free, but it didn't do much good since the straps were too tight.
A boy with black hair came in to view and said, "Calm down everything is fine; when you wake up you'll feel better."
"I feel fine now." He didn't respond as I watched him pick up a small brown glass bottle and fill a syringe with a clear liquid. I was growing irritated and wanted to get up. I was probably also trying to bury the small part of me that was scared with rage, but since that worked well for me, I decided to go with it. I also wanted to know what was going on; I mean this was how most of the superhero movies started out, right? What's next, I wake up with a bunch of spines sticking out of my back or something?
As the boy went to put the needle in my arm I spit in his face. He jumped backwards out of my view and I heard musical feminine laughter coming from my left; it stopped as the woman commented, "She's feisty."
"Damn right, and I'm not happy. When I get out of here I wring both of your necks!" I started squirming around again and heard more laughter.
"Don't encourage her, and it's not funny, some of it got in my eye."
"I'll do what pleases me and if that's laughing at the low man on the totem pole, I'll do just that." The boy came back into view and I watched as he the needle into my calf. There was a sharp brief pain, then everything gradually grew numb.
He went back to standing by my head and asked, "Are you sure we should be making her more dangerous? I don't think it's a good idea."
"You aren't paid to think, that's my job; you are paid to listen to me and the people who tell me what to tell you to do."
My eyelids grew heavy and I heard the boy sigh. A woman with bright red hair came over and shined a light in my eyes, "Not long now."
She went over to my arm and touched it, even though I couldn't feel it. She pulled out a pin and stabbed me with it. When I didn't react she told her assistant to bring over the first vial.
I stayed awake long enough to see a large syringe filled with a dark liquid be brought over and began to wonder what they were going to do with it.