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Eli nodded along to the conversation, still not talking.
Eli nodded along to the conversation, still not talking.
Alice sighed wistfully. "The lab…" She rammed into the hidden door and walked into the following room.
Eli shrugged at where he thought Ella was and glided after Alice, looking into the room she had called a lab.
It had relatively clean white-washed walls, rows of steel operating tables, shelves full of threatening tools, vials and pouches and tubes, and cages. Human'sized cages. She walked over to the shelves and picked up a vial.
"These… are singing genes."
Eli shivered slightly. I'm so glad I'm already dead. Otherwise I'd be running for my life.
She put it down and fingered a pouch. "That seems to be for flexibility." She walked over to the cages. "Ah, and this is where the finished product was kept."
Ella gagged and backed away slightly.
How many people did they do…this to? Eli thought as he moved around the room, observing the vials.
Alice turned to the doorway. "What do you think?"
"It's…interesting." Eli whispered, mostly to himself.
"How so?" Alice asked perplexedly.
He shook his head, sighing but still not turning visible. "I don't like it." Eli didn't answer her question.
Alice snorted. "No on3 ever really did."
"I can see why." Eli went up and touched the cage, the cold metal making him shiver once more.
"Those cages are impenetrable. I know, believe me."
"Not for me." Eli slid his hand easily through a bar on the cage.
"From experience, I'll tell you, you don't want to go into those willingly."
"I wouldn't consider it." Elliot backed away from the cage and instead went back to looking at the vials.
Alice yawned and inspected her nails. While Eli and Ella inspected the shelves, she started stepping backwards and out of the room.
Eli turned and saw Alice walking away. He rolled his eyes and followed her out silently. She thinks she's so slick…
Is your hearing better as a ghost?" she asked him.
"No." He responded quickly, slipping out of the room. "It was just too quiet. Figured you'd done something."
She laughed softly. "You're starting to grow on me, you know?"
"I'd usually take that as a complement, but I'm not sure it's a good thing if a murderer thinks you're alright."
"I am most definitely not a murderer. Murderer is too plain a word," she corrected.
Eli thought to himself for a moment. "Psychopath?" He eventually came up with.
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