forum The Labs (Open!)

Started May 15, 2019 by @Mojack group

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"Camilla, calm down!" The other scientists were nearly done. She had to buy them some time…

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Camilla yelled. "And don't call me that. You don't get to call me that." She wasn't yelling anymore, but she was close. "Isn't there a number you can call me or something?"

"A number?" Aza sidled backwards.

"Yeah, a number," Camilla snarled. "I've heard you people do that here." She pulled her arms towards her; she had just come up with the thought that maybe the blood could help her slip out, but it didn't work.

"Only some of 'em," Aza said.

"Well you're going to give me one, and you're going stop saying my name. Either that or let me go. Up to you. Monster."

"We only do that with those who either don't have a name or won't tell us. We aren't monsters…"

"Perfect, well then as far as you know, I don't have a name. I don't know how you even figured mine out in the first place."

Harley rubbed her eyes.
"We do our research. We need to know everything, so we can fix this. We take away the anomaly, erase your memory, and send you on your merry way. We don't keep you here forever."

Camilla stilled. "You take away. . . . No. No. That's a part of me, you can't just take it away. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for you to do this. I don't want you to take part of me away," she rambled. "This is me, this is who I am. Please don't take that away from me, you don't have to take that away from me. Please. No." Camilla continued letting the endless words fall out of her mouth in desperation. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest.

Harley let out a heavy sigh.
"Then you stay here. End of story."

"No." Camilla felt her throat close up. She gasped for air. "No." Everything was too restrictive, the lights were too bright, the people were too loud. "No." Everything was too much. She had to get out of here. Now. "NO!" She screamed. The lights glared brighter the room they were in and in the rooms surrounding them. Then they shattered. The machines whizzing and buzzing in the room either exploded or made loud popping sounds then went dark.

Harley cursed. The other scientists were scrambling to save the data they had collected. On a whim, Harley ran to the nearby water tank. She poured a glass of water and ran back.

Camilla listened to the chaos around her, struggling with her restraints. She was able to pull one wrist out and quickly got to work on the other one.

Harley ran into the room; she could see Camilla had already freed one arm. Again, on a hunch, she threw the cup of water on her.

The moment Camilla felt water on her skin, she froze. Her pupils blew up and her hands curled into soft fists. Instinctively, she curled up in as much of a ball as she could while still partially restrained. She was silent except for her labored breathing.

Harley to a few deep breaths. It had worked.
"You!" She said, pointing to one of the other scientists.
"Get her to her cell." She watched as the other scientists started unstrapping Camilla, hesitantly.

"I could count first, if you want. What number should I count to?"

Camilla stayed in the position she was in. She didn't fight the scientist or try to help them move her. She just muttered to herself so quietly that no one could understand what she was saying. The scientist would have to carry her or push her in a wheelchair because Camilla clearly wasn't present.

When the scientists were done unbuckling Camilla, they brought a wheelchair on. Strapping her to it, Harley walked with them as they brought Camilla to her room.

"Hm, count to one hundred." That would give her enough time to look around and find a spot. Ater telling Tool that she took off down the hall. Looking at each room she passed she tried to se if anyone of them had a good place to hide.

The scientists put Camilla down on her blanket-less bed. She immediately curled into the fetal position and whispered to herself. Her breathing was even, her pupils were dilated, and her torso was still wet. She no longer looked dangerous, just quietly scared.

Harley ran her hand through Camilla's hair, then led the other scientists out. She stationed herself in the camera room nearby to watch Camilla.