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Cyanide Sun
:: Prologue; Bad Day ::
:: Prologue; Bad Day ::
A little girl, barely six-years-old, with long golden ringlets and pale green eyes smiles up at her mother. She stands in her luxurious home, her small hands gliding effortlessly along the keys of the black grand piano.
“Like this, momma?” She asked, her voice high yet soft. Her mother smiled and twirled one of her long curls in her finger.
“Just like that sweetie. You’re doing so well.” She said, her voice full of pride. Her mother had beautiful long blonde hair, though it was straight, and the pale green eyes that the little girl had inherited. The woman had a well elegant face, and a smile graced that face as her husband entered the room. His hair was a dark brown, in short, tight ringlets that the little girl inherited, and the olive complexion as well.
“Honey, I didn’t know you hired a professional pianist.” The man said, a smile on his face as he pretended like his daughter wasn’t there and kissed his wife on the cheek. The mother giggled as the girl grinned up at him.
“Daddy, it’s me!!” She said, bouncing a little on the seat as her curls bounced with her. Her dad put on a surprised face and picked her up.
“That was you? Oh my, how wonderful that was!!” He said, twirling her around the room. The little girl laughed her angelic laugh before hugging her father. He held her tight and placed her on the floor, her shiny black buckled shoes tapping lightly on the wood floor. “You be good at school today. The teachers said you’re excelling far beyond any of the other kids, and you only just turned six!” He exclaimed, a smile on his face. The child smiled and clasped her hands behind her back.
“She says that to me as well, but I don’t know what she means. Is that a bad thing?” She asked, her innocent face gazing up at her father. He smiled and kissed her forehead before placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Not at all. It means you’re very, very smart for a six-year-old.” He said. She took that in and smiled, wrapping her small arms around his neck. He laughed and hugged her to him, before standing up.
“Daddy! Do I look pretty today?” She asked, twirling around in her new elegant white dress, and also showing off two smaller white bows in her hair. Her father smiled and laughed, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist.
“You look absolutely perfect sweetie. As do you.” He said, turning his attention to his wife. She smiled at him and locked her arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
“Thank you.” She said, giving him the shy look he fell in love with. He smiled and kissed her once more, and grabbed his briefcase. After straightening up his suit, he gave them one last smile and wave before leaving the parlor room, and out of the grand mansion. The mother looked over at her daughter and walked over to her, picking her up.
“Are you ready for school darling?” She asked, smiling at her. The little girl frantically shook her head.
“Oh yes! I love school momma!” She exclaimed, clinging to her mothers’ business dress. The mother smiled again and finally handed her to the driver. He grinned widely, just as everybody did around the enchanting little girl, and placed her on his hip.
“Be good at school. Mommy will see you a few hours after you get home. I love you.” She said sweetly, kissing her daughter on the cheek and patting her curls once more. Her driver said goodbye to the mother, before holding the door open for her. She thanked him and walked briskly to her own limo where her personal driver opened it, and got in the front seat and drove away.
“Well now Princess, you ready to head out?” He asked, a gentle smile on his face. She placed two small hands on his baldhead and grinned.
“Of course!” She exclaimed, grinning happily. He laughed and took her out to her small limousine, and placed her in the seat. He bucked her in tight, and then placed her school bag next to her. She thanked and he smiled, shutting her door. He walked around and got in the drivers seat, buckled his own seatbelt, and finally pulled out of the driveway towards the little girls private school.
She sat happily in the backseat, not paying attention like normal. A few minutes passed, as she looked out the window, quite content and happy with herself, when a white hummer slammed into the drivers’ side of the limo. It spun sideways, and ran into the ditch as the hummer continued to drill into it at full speed. The little girl cried out as she gripped onto her seatbelt and the arm of the door so she wouldn’t fall anywhere. Her heartbeat rose as she looked forward with fear in her eyes as the loud noise of the limo’s front end crushing under the weight of the hummer came to her ears.
She called out for the driver, but didn’t get a response. She looked up and screamed as she saw blood covering the back part of the drivers seat, almost as if it was seeping through the material. She cried again and scooted closer to the corner of the door. It was finally quiet after a few minutes as she sat there, gripping her chest.
The door was yanked open on her side, and she turned, hoping to see her driver. Instead, she saw a man in a white coat and a black mask. She looked up at him with wide eyes as he scooted away from him.
“Who are you?” She asked, her voice small. The man only looked at her, before unbuckling her and picking her up. She struggled and tried to pull out of his grip, but he gripped her hard and held her to him, until he reached the hummer. He opened up the back end of it, and placed her in a metal box, slamming the door as her screams became instantly silent. She banged on the inside of the box, screaming out and crying for her parents as she could feel the hummer pulling away.
My eyes opened as I looked up at the familiar gray paneled ceiling. The metal table that I was laying on was just as cold as it was every time I woke up. My face was set in a pout, as I looked into the light above my head, not even bothering trying to tear out the multiple amounts of tubes covering my body. I moved my head lightly to the side, seeing one of the familiar doctors checking out charts on me. I sighed and looked back up at the ceiling.
“What was your dream about?” The doctor asked, his voice professional and indifferent. I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
“The day you monsters took me away.” I whispered, before looking back up at the ceiling. The doctor was silent as he scribbled down my answer on a chart. I had given up years ago on being stubborn and not answering their questions. Every time I tried that, they only put me through even more vigorous experiments that really hurt me.
“How are you feeling?” The doctor’s monotonous voice asked.
“Tired.” I answered, closing my eyes and wishing that I could sleep for real. I hadn’t actually slept since the day I was taken away. Since I was six-years-old.
“Did you know it’s your birthday today?” The doctor asked, noticing the tone of my answer. I gave him an indifferent look.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, my voice totally pathetic. “And how old am I now? How long have you guys kept me here?” I asked, trying not to let tears well up in my eyes.
“You’re seventeen today.” He said, wondering if that would cheer me up. I ignored the tone of his voice and sighed, opening my eyes again.
“Eleven years. Wow. How many experiments can you do on one person before you just run out of stuff to do?” I asked. The doctor sensed the rhetorical question, but answered it anyways. For what reasons, I didn’t know. Maybe he was trying to humor me.
“We’re not just doing experiments, you know.” He said, readjusting a couple tubes in my arms.
“Oh, well…that makes me feel a lot better.” I said, very sarcastically.
“You know…for somebody who has become mostly an android, you use your human emotions rather well.” He said. I gave him a look before closing my eyes and looking away.
“I am human.” I said quietly, though still stubbornly. The doctor didn’t answer as a couple more doctors entered the room.
“Is she ready?” One of the older, more ruthless men asked. I really didn’t like him.
“Yes, she’s been prepped.” The first doctor announced.
“Good. Have her placed in the chamber, and start it out nice and slow.” He said, walking out of the room. The doctor gave me an apologetic look and I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering how painful this little experiment was going to be. They had cut my long hair, and didn’t take very good care of it. So now my hair fell into short, pale blonde ringlets around my face, which had changed drastically.
My features were angled perfectly, with proper proportions covering every inch of my body. My skin was soft to the touch, yet harder than steel. My exterior was completely altered, to have the ‘perfect’ affect. After eleven years, they had yet to tell me what they wanted me for, and what they were doing to me. I sighed as they begun taking the straps off my arms and legs, binding me to the cold steel table.
“Come on, Elizabeth.” The doctor said.
