And here is Chapter Two. Chapter three will be when the Adult Themes begin. Again, I relize that it's rather short. Chapter three will be longer. Please, bear with me.
Chapter Two: Medication 5007
Annalee groaned a little as she awoke. Pain was exploding inside her head. Looking around, she realized she was in her room. White walls and curtains were spotless, as always. She moaned. She couldn’t remember what had happened to her over the past couple of days. To tell the truth, she wasn’t even sure what day it was. This wasn’t an uncommon feeling for Annalee, but it was odd to feel each time. Somehow, she got the feeling that she had been sleeping for quite some time.
She absently stretched, realizing an IV had been placed in her arm. Fear gripped her heart. Was she sick?!
Annalee didn’t like not knowing what was wrong. She noticed the liquid in the IV wasn’t water. It was a translucent yellow color. Suddenly, she didn’t want the needle there any more. She started frantically clawing at the tape on her arm. Her nails were kept very short so she couldn’t harm herself, and thus, she couldn’t get the tape off either. An alarm went off, alerting the Black-shirts. She didn’t care.
She finally ripped the needle out of her arm, screaming in pain as blood trickled over her skin. She gently licked at the wound, still ignoring the alarm.
Three large men barreled through the door. Black-shirts. She growled at them as they moved forward. One of them grabbed her uninjured arm. He spoke in a gravely drawl. “Easy, Annalee. We need the needle to stay in. It’s going to help you.”
Something strange welled up with in her. It bubbled and frothed inside her. These people didn’t want to help her. They wanted to destroy her! She yanked her arm away, scrambling off of her bed. “My name is not Annalee!”
The three men grabbed her, attempting to restrain the biting, clawing form. She kept screaming, seemingly possessed by something otherworldly.
A younger man in a white coat entered the scene. “What is going on in here?”
“Doctor Lunde!” one of the Black-shirts cried. “She’s out of control!”
The white-coated man growled and pulled a syringe out of his coat. “Hold her down.”
One man took her arms and threw her back onto the bed. Annalee just kept screaming. The other two men held her legs to keep her from kicking the doctor. She struggled and yelled.
The younger man, Dr. Lunde, placed a hand on her head, pinning it long enough to slip the needle into her neck.
All of her muscles suddenly stopped responding. She fell, totally limp, against the bed. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Dr. Lunde looked down at her. “Johanson was a fool. Medication 5007 is still in the testing stages. Putting a power enhancer in her as well?! She could have killed us all!” He turned and snapped at the Black-shirts. “What are you still doing in here? You have a round to finish!”
The Black-shirts scattered and Dr. Lunde moved closer to her. “Annalee, I’m sorry I had to do that to you. I promise you that I don’t want to hurt you. I want to help.”
Annalee glared as he reached out to touch her shoulder. She suddenly realized that she could still control her electricity. She let it flow to the point where he was touching her.
“Annalee, you’re such a beautiful creature,” he whispered.
Annalee laughed to herself and released some of the electricity. Dr. Lunde cried out and pulled away.
She had expected anger. She had expected rage. She had expected pain and punishment. But what she saw floored her. Dr. Lunde’s face was full of soft sadness.
“Oh, Annalee. Cases like you make me wonder why I’m here. The ones like you make me feel like a terrible man…” He sighed and slipped down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch her.
“I could have had it all, Annalee. I could have had my wife and little girl. A real family. I could have put my mind to a better use. But the pay was so good. I was greedy. When my wife found out, she took little Jessie and ran. I never saw them again… And now? Now I don’t know. I can’t get out now, this is a life long contract. I lost it all.”
He looked at her slowly. “It wouldn’t be so bad if there weren’t cases like you. The ones like you have a strong past. A past like mine. Only God knows what we took you away from. Only God knows what it is you keep remembering that makes you rebel like you do. Only God could understand what kind of power your soul possesses that can overcome even the strongest medicines we have developed.”
He rose and walked to the window. “And only Satan could possibly enjoy what we’re doing to all of you for it…”
She stared at him, confused.
He laughed softly. “Not that you needed to know all of that.” He paused, and then rummaged through his coat again, pulling out another syringe. This one was filled with a light, almost bluish liquid. He sank the needle into the inside of her elbow.
The odd, floating feeling came back to her. She felt a pair of gentle lips brush her forehead.
Just before consciousness left her, she heard Dr. Lunde speak. “I promise you won’t remember this. Tomorrow will be normal, Annalee.”