Post by Mndlss Cltst #2 on May 28, 2008 21:58:51 GMT -5
Haha, suxxors =P Ignore any mistakes, I haven't been around to proofreading just yet.
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Voices.
The first thing I heard was voices. They were muffled and mixed up, and I could not understand what they were saying.
White.
The first thing I saw was white. As my eyelids cracked open, I was blinded by incredible white light. I shut my eyes again as they burned, but I was able to open them again with time.
Figures.
As my vision focused, I saw figures standing all around me. They were blurry dark shapes at first, but they cleared and I could see faces. Their mouths were moving. I knew none of them, I did not know what any of them were saying.
They began to stir as I fully gained consciousness. They were speaking nonsense, their excited movements were foreign. I knew not what they were doing, nor what they were trying to say. I knew not where I was, nor where I was supposed to be. I knew not who I was, nor what I am. As I began to think, one thing was clear to me.
I knew nothing.
Everything was blank. Nothing to think of, nothing to remember. My thoughts were a blank void, and as I soaked in my surroundings, all new discoveries were thrown into that void. My head began to hurt. The motions were blinding, the noises deafening. I wanted it all to stop. I closed my eyes, I cupped my ears, but they were still there. I could still see through my eyelids, I could still hear through my hands.
Cold.
I felt cold. I shivered and attempted to move, but my muscles were sore, they refused to cooperate with me. I could see, hear, feel movement around me. I can smell their unique scents shifting and circling me. I wanted it all to stop.
I suddenly felt a pair of hands grip my upper arms. They were warm, but were firm. I tried to squirm away but they refused to let go. I opened my eyes as I felt like I was being lifted, and as my vision cleared once more I saw that I was lifted into a sitting position. There were people of different sizes, shapes, colors, but were all the same with their white coats and black pants. They stared at me, and some were smiling. I wanted them to stop, I wanted to return to the black emptiness I was in only moments before.
I found that the hands belonged to a man, an older man. His face was dark, his hair black with white, and his blue eyes were watery pools filled with knowledge. I almost felt like I was going to drown in them, so I looked away.
I twitched as I felt something rough lay on my shoulders. The man gently lowered my hands and pulled the something around my bare body. It was a grey wool blanket. Even though it was uncomfortable, it was warm. I pulled it tight against me, ignoring its itchiness, and pulled my knees to my chin. I looked around, my eyes frantic as I tried to pull one known thing together, but my strange surroundings sparked nothing. The people stepped closer. I wanted them gone. I avoided their gazes and looked in between their bodies.
Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the covered windows were white. There were white counters around the wall, white tables scattered around the room. On those counters and tables were various silver and glass objects. I did not know what they were nor what they were used for. I did not want to know either. As I looked down, I saw I was sitting on a table, but it was not white like the others. It was silver like the strange objects, and I could almost see my reflection. It was merely a shadow of my hunched figure, and when I moved it shifted with me.
I started as a pair of hands cupped my face and forced me to look up. They were the same rough hands that gripped my arms, but they were gentler, softer. I stared into the same blue water eyes, and they stared into mine. His face was lined with subtle wrinkles, his eyes tired and weary. He looked happy, though, happy and interested. He was smiling, and he was staring into my eyes, through my eyes, trying to find something, anything, to explain my existence. I wanted to look away but I could not, I would not. We just stared at each other; he was inquisitive, I was blank.
His mouth began to move. He was speaking, but I did not know what he was saying. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes wide. He was asking me a question. He wanted to know something, but I did not know what, so I kept staring. He knew I did not understand, he knew his questions were just a bunch of noise, but he kept speaking and I kept staring. I realized, though, that he was not asking anymore. His mouth made the same movements, his thumb was caressing my cheek. He was coaxing me to speak, to repeat was he was repeating. I stared for a little while longer, then I opened my mouth.
Any quiet murmuring in the room ceased. I suddenly felt self conscious as I saw…felt all the eyes on me, all the expectant gazes waiting for me to imitate the man’s noises. I strained my eyes as I looked around without moving my head. I phased out the man’s attempt to make me speak.
Finally unable to handle the sights and the noises (or the lack thereof), I pulled away from the man’s hands and buried my face into my knees, the blanket pulled over my head and my hands over my ears once more. The talking resumed and movement in front of me signaled the man’s leaving. I huddled tighter into my little ball and pretended there was no one else but me.
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This young woman was a very peculiar one. Professor Robert Bailey knew this the moment she was carried in by one of his assistants. She looked like she braved several storms, as well as a famine or two. Her long, brown hair was a knotted mess, her skin was deathly white under all the caked mud and dirt, it was evident that she hadn’t eaten in no less than a week, and the dark circles around her eyes made her look more than exhausted. It was two days before she stirred, and it was just before they began the last part of her physical examination: her back.
This young woman was a very peculiar one indeed. Not only were her original whereabouts a complete mystery, but some of her physical attributes were one as well. On top of her shipwrecked-like appearance, her forearms left the scientists knee-deep in puzzlement. From her elbows to her wrists, the skin was a dark tan shade and tough like leather. The muscles on those two joins were swollen and barely moveable. With treatment, the swelling decreased by the next day, but the professor had yet to receive any results on her strange forearms.
The same leathery skin was found on her back as well. It spanned from the base of her neck to her mid-back, and shoulder-to-shoulder. It was a lot darker and tougher than her arms, and even the middle was shell-like. That wasn’t the end of it, though. Folded flat on her back, black as night with ruby red veins, were wings. Oblong in shape and semi-transparent, the wings were insect-like and as long as her torso. His fellow partners joined him at the pulling and the prodding, and their insect expert took some notes before shuffling off to find out just what type of wings they were.
When Robert made an attempt to get to know just who this young woman was, he was surprised to know that she was just as clueless as he was. It didn’t take a genius to know that the gash on her head could be one of the causes, if not the cause, of her amnesia. The fact that it wasn’t infected showed that is was recent and it was treated and bandaged before an infection develops and spreads.
With the girl now curled up and keeping the world out, Robert knew that he couldn’t go any farther today. Merely trying to get her to repeat his name failed. Perhaps it was because of the crowd formed around the examination table. The nervousness was evident in her eyes and she must have felt like a trapped animal. For now, he’ll just have the woman be taken cared of by one of his female assistants, and tomorrow he’ll try again.
“Professor Bailey.” As Robert made his way towards his office door, he was stopped by an assistant. When he turned around, he saw that it was Jim Erikson, a young man fresh in his thirties and a newcomer to the research facility. With vibrant red hair and skin tanned from field work, his hazel eyes were tired just like every other scientist in the facility.
“Yes, Jim, how may I help you?” He pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket and jingled it as he unlocked the door.
“What do you want us to do with the girl?”
Robert thought for a moment. “…Go get Lisa and Janet. They’re best for the job. Have them take the girl to the bathrooms and wash her up. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind lending some clothes to her for a while.”
Jim nodded. “And after that?”
“Page me and I’ll figure out what to do after.”
“Yes sir.” As Robert entered his office, he felt his sleeve get tugged.
“By the way, professor.” A manila folder was waved in front of the older man’s face. “Results came in on the girl.”
“Really?” Robert took a seat at his desk, motioning for Jim to enter and close the door. “Do tell. What does the data say about her?”
“Well…” The sound of ruffling papers echoed in the room. “The young girl is very malnourished, dehydrated, and all those things we already know. She is between the ages of fifteen and eighteen, and the answer to her strange skin condition is that it’s…chitin?” Jim raised an eyebrow and reread the data.
“An exoskeleton.” Robert nodded. “That’s what I thought. Considering the wings, I knew she was part bug in some way.” He waved a hand. “Go on.”
“Alright…the wings are identified to be similar to that of a breed of a type of beetle. This is unsure, though, because of the coloration, but it is the most likely of the list of possibilities.” He paused until a nod came from the older scientist. He was crouched down over his desk, apparently taking notes. Jim was confused by this since the data will be given to him, but he shrugged it off and continued.
“As for the blood samples…she is identified to be part beetle, in fact. Lucanus cervus.”
“The stag beetle.” Robert muttered some things to himself while continuing to write rapidly across his notebook. Jim paused, and when he was about to continue, Robert cut in. “You know what I find funny about that girl?”
Jim blinked slowly. “Other than the fact that she was found in the middle of the forest and has no memory whatsoever? And that she apparently has beetle blood pumping in her veins?”
A wave of his hand quieted Jim. “Other than those? Her eyes.”
“…Her eyes?”
Robert nodded. “Have you had a chance to really look at them?” At the shake of Jim’s head, Robert continued, still focused on scribbling away on his notebook. “She has an Asian complexion, it’s very obvious by her round face and the shape of her eyes. The fact that her hair is brown might throw off this fact, but I’m sure it is possible for Asians to have hair that light.” He placed his pen down and leaned back against his swivel chair. “What really intrigues me are her eyes. They’re so…green. Bright green. I swear to God that they practically glow in the dark. It’s eerie and very unnatural.”
“I guess they’re suppose to be unnatural, Professor.” Jim patted one of the lines of the data with his finger. “It says here that she’s not human.”
Robert spun around in his chair so that he was facing the young assistant. “Of course she’s not human. She’s not unlike many of our subjects here. Part of her is an animal.”
“N-no, Professor.” Jim placed the folder down and, snatching one of the highlighters resting in a dirty mug, outlined a few of the lines. “She isn’t human. There is not a drop of blood in her system that says that she’s a Homo sapien.”
With a raised eyebrow, Robert scanned the document, shaking his head in the process. “…There has to be a mistake, there’s not way she can’t be human. Unless she’s part ape, of course she has to be one.”
“Well, apparently she’s not, Professor.”
“Then what is she?”
Jim shrugged. “We don’t know.”
“Don’t know? That’s impossible! We’ve got data of practically every single species of every single organism known to man in this lab. She’s got to be at lease one of those!”
“I’m sorry, Professor.” The folder was shut closed and, leaving it on the desk, Jim made his way out of the office. “The other part of her came up as unknown, so unless there’s a new species of humans out there, we’ve got ourselves an alien.”
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Voices.
The first thing I heard was voices. They were muffled and mixed up, and I could not understand what they were saying.
White.
The first thing I saw was white. As my eyelids cracked open, I was blinded by incredible white light. I shut my eyes again as they burned, but I was able to open them again with time.
Figures.
As my vision focused, I saw figures standing all around me. They were blurry dark shapes at first, but they cleared and I could see faces. Their mouths were moving. I knew none of them, I did not know what any of them were saying.
They began to stir as I fully gained consciousness. They were speaking nonsense, their excited movements were foreign. I knew not what they were doing, nor what they were trying to say. I knew not where I was, nor where I was supposed to be. I knew not who I was, nor what I am. As I began to think, one thing was clear to me.
I knew nothing.
Everything was blank. Nothing to think of, nothing to remember. My thoughts were a blank void, and as I soaked in my surroundings, all new discoveries were thrown into that void. My head began to hurt. The motions were blinding, the noises deafening. I wanted it all to stop. I closed my eyes, I cupped my ears, but they were still there. I could still see through my eyelids, I could still hear through my hands.
Cold.
I felt cold. I shivered and attempted to move, but my muscles were sore, they refused to cooperate with me. I could see, hear, feel movement around me. I can smell their unique scents shifting and circling me. I wanted it all to stop.
I suddenly felt a pair of hands grip my upper arms. They were warm, but were firm. I tried to squirm away but they refused to let go. I opened my eyes as I felt like I was being lifted, and as my vision cleared once more I saw that I was lifted into a sitting position. There were people of different sizes, shapes, colors, but were all the same with their white coats and black pants. They stared at me, and some were smiling. I wanted them to stop, I wanted to return to the black emptiness I was in only moments before.
I found that the hands belonged to a man, an older man. His face was dark, his hair black with white, and his blue eyes were watery pools filled with knowledge. I almost felt like I was going to drown in them, so I looked away.
I twitched as I felt something rough lay on my shoulders. The man gently lowered my hands and pulled the something around my bare body. It was a grey wool blanket. Even though it was uncomfortable, it was warm. I pulled it tight against me, ignoring its itchiness, and pulled my knees to my chin. I looked around, my eyes frantic as I tried to pull one known thing together, but my strange surroundings sparked nothing. The people stepped closer. I wanted them gone. I avoided their gazes and looked in between their bodies.
Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the covered windows were white. There were white counters around the wall, white tables scattered around the room. On those counters and tables were various silver and glass objects. I did not know what they were nor what they were used for. I did not want to know either. As I looked down, I saw I was sitting on a table, but it was not white like the others. It was silver like the strange objects, and I could almost see my reflection. It was merely a shadow of my hunched figure, and when I moved it shifted with me.
I started as a pair of hands cupped my face and forced me to look up. They were the same rough hands that gripped my arms, but they were gentler, softer. I stared into the same blue water eyes, and they stared into mine. His face was lined with subtle wrinkles, his eyes tired and weary. He looked happy, though, happy and interested. He was smiling, and he was staring into my eyes, through my eyes, trying to find something, anything, to explain my existence. I wanted to look away but I could not, I would not. We just stared at each other; he was inquisitive, I was blank.
His mouth began to move. He was speaking, but I did not know what he was saying. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes wide. He was asking me a question. He wanted to know something, but I did not know what, so I kept staring. He knew I did not understand, he knew his questions were just a bunch of noise, but he kept speaking and I kept staring. I realized, though, that he was not asking anymore. His mouth made the same movements, his thumb was caressing my cheek. He was coaxing me to speak, to repeat was he was repeating. I stared for a little while longer, then I opened my mouth.
Any quiet murmuring in the room ceased. I suddenly felt self conscious as I saw…felt all the eyes on me, all the expectant gazes waiting for me to imitate the man’s noises. I strained my eyes as I looked around without moving my head. I phased out the man’s attempt to make me speak.
Finally unable to handle the sights and the noises (or the lack thereof), I pulled away from the man’s hands and buried my face into my knees, the blanket pulled over my head and my hands over my ears once more. The talking resumed and movement in front of me signaled the man’s leaving. I huddled tighter into my little ball and pretended there was no one else but me.
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This young woman was a very peculiar one. Professor Robert Bailey knew this the moment she was carried in by one of his assistants. She looked like she braved several storms, as well as a famine or two. Her long, brown hair was a knotted mess, her skin was deathly white under all the caked mud and dirt, it was evident that she hadn’t eaten in no less than a week, and the dark circles around her eyes made her look more than exhausted. It was two days before she stirred, and it was just before they began the last part of her physical examination: her back.
This young woman was a very peculiar one indeed. Not only were her original whereabouts a complete mystery, but some of her physical attributes were one as well. On top of her shipwrecked-like appearance, her forearms left the scientists knee-deep in puzzlement. From her elbows to her wrists, the skin was a dark tan shade and tough like leather. The muscles on those two joins were swollen and barely moveable. With treatment, the swelling decreased by the next day, but the professor had yet to receive any results on her strange forearms.
The same leathery skin was found on her back as well. It spanned from the base of her neck to her mid-back, and shoulder-to-shoulder. It was a lot darker and tougher than her arms, and even the middle was shell-like. That wasn’t the end of it, though. Folded flat on her back, black as night with ruby red veins, were wings. Oblong in shape and semi-transparent, the wings were insect-like and as long as her torso. His fellow partners joined him at the pulling and the prodding, and their insect expert took some notes before shuffling off to find out just what type of wings they were.
When Robert made an attempt to get to know just who this young woman was, he was surprised to know that she was just as clueless as he was. It didn’t take a genius to know that the gash on her head could be one of the causes, if not the cause, of her amnesia. The fact that it wasn’t infected showed that is was recent and it was treated and bandaged before an infection develops and spreads.
With the girl now curled up and keeping the world out, Robert knew that he couldn’t go any farther today. Merely trying to get her to repeat his name failed. Perhaps it was because of the crowd formed around the examination table. The nervousness was evident in her eyes and she must have felt like a trapped animal. For now, he’ll just have the woman be taken cared of by one of his female assistants, and tomorrow he’ll try again.
“Professor Bailey.” As Robert made his way towards his office door, he was stopped by an assistant. When he turned around, he saw that it was Jim Erikson, a young man fresh in his thirties and a newcomer to the research facility. With vibrant red hair and skin tanned from field work, his hazel eyes were tired just like every other scientist in the facility.
“Yes, Jim, how may I help you?” He pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket and jingled it as he unlocked the door.
“What do you want us to do with the girl?”
Robert thought for a moment. “…Go get Lisa and Janet. They’re best for the job. Have them take the girl to the bathrooms and wash her up. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind lending some clothes to her for a while.”
Jim nodded. “And after that?”
“Page me and I’ll figure out what to do after.”
“Yes sir.” As Robert entered his office, he felt his sleeve get tugged.
“By the way, professor.” A manila folder was waved in front of the older man’s face. “Results came in on the girl.”
“Really?” Robert took a seat at his desk, motioning for Jim to enter and close the door. “Do tell. What does the data say about her?”
“Well…” The sound of ruffling papers echoed in the room. “The young girl is very malnourished, dehydrated, and all those things we already know. She is between the ages of fifteen and eighteen, and the answer to her strange skin condition is that it’s…chitin?” Jim raised an eyebrow and reread the data.
“An exoskeleton.” Robert nodded. “That’s what I thought. Considering the wings, I knew she was part bug in some way.” He waved a hand. “Go on.”
“Alright…the wings are identified to be similar to that of a breed of a type of beetle. This is unsure, though, because of the coloration, but it is the most likely of the list of possibilities.” He paused until a nod came from the older scientist. He was crouched down over his desk, apparently taking notes. Jim was confused by this since the data will be given to him, but he shrugged it off and continued.
“As for the blood samples…she is identified to be part beetle, in fact. Lucanus cervus.”
“The stag beetle.” Robert muttered some things to himself while continuing to write rapidly across his notebook. Jim paused, and when he was about to continue, Robert cut in. “You know what I find funny about that girl?”
Jim blinked slowly. “Other than the fact that she was found in the middle of the forest and has no memory whatsoever? And that she apparently has beetle blood pumping in her veins?”
A wave of his hand quieted Jim. “Other than those? Her eyes.”
“…Her eyes?”
Robert nodded. “Have you had a chance to really look at them?” At the shake of Jim’s head, Robert continued, still focused on scribbling away on his notebook. “She has an Asian complexion, it’s very obvious by her round face and the shape of her eyes. The fact that her hair is brown might throw off this fact, but I’m sure it is possible for Asians to have hair that light.” He placed his pen down and leaned back against his swivel chair. “What really intrigues me are her eyes. They’re so…green. Bright green. I swear to God that they practically glow in the dark. It’s eerie and very unnatural.”
“I guess they’re suppose to be unnatural, Professor.” Jim patted one of the lines of the data with his finger. “It says here that she’s not human.”
Robert spun around in his chair so that he was facing the young assistant. “Of course she’s not human. She’s not unlike many of our subjects here. Part of her is an animal.”
“N-no, Professor.” Jim placed the folder down and, snatching one of the highlighters resting in a dirty mug, outlined a few of the lines. “She isn’t human. There is not a drop of blood in her system that says that she’s a Homo sapien.”
With a raised eyebrow, Robert scanned the document, shaking his head in the process. “…There has to be a mistake, there’s not way she can’t be human. Unless she’s part ape, of course she has to be one.”
“Well, apparently she’s not, Professor.”
“Then what is she?”
Jim shrugged. “We don’t know.”
“Don’t know? That’s impossible! We’ve got data of practically every single species of every single organism known to man in this lab. She’s got to be at lease one of those!”
“I’m sorry, Professor.” The folder was shut closed and, leaving it on the desk, Jim made his way out of the office. “The other part of her came up as unknown, so unless there’s a new species of humans out there, we’ve got ourselves an alien.”