Beyond Lines

The bittersweet taste hit her lips, and she withdrew with contempt. Doctors of all types began to hold her down; patiently, yet most eagerly. "No, stop it! Stop! Stop!~" She wailed, twisting and curling her mouth to reject the experimental ointment. She screamed, an utterly scream which shattered the glass door, and made the lights flicker. All went quiet in the small room, and doctors in lab coats just stared. They figured this method wouldn't work. Making quick haste, one called for a RoboMom. As the RoboMom entered the room, the little girl began to wail more, pushing the tables away, knocking the ointment on the ground- a gooey mess. Faced with disgust, doctors looked at each other. A strange man with a long, gray coat walked in. "Well, fellas," he said in a quick, German voice. "We'll just put her into one of the Spling Cells for now. Her 'mommy' can wait." Fear was written all over her face, something she is familier with throughout her short, unstable life. Being grabbed by the collar, she threw her arms around the man's waist, hoping to get free. With no success, she is thrown into a Spling Cell, made of fiberglass for two reasons: Sound proofness, and reliability. As the man walked away, the little girl simply stuck her tongue out at him. As she began her pout, her eyes swayed across a sign which mentioned: "Daemon Research and Test Rooms 1-20" Whatever that meant, she thought, I'm glad to be human at least. For most of the specimens she's past, were already transformed. Beasts, with killing eyes, red as the blood in your veins, tall and slender as a vampire, cold and heartless as Daemons would be. Killers. Placing her small hands on the glass, her eyes glowed a dark, moonlight glow. A glow of the beginning of a memory to never be forgotten.