I groped for my flashlight on the cold floor, barely stifling a curse of frustration. It had gone out on impact with the floor, although I was pretty sure it wasn't broken. I desperately hoped it wasn't broken, anyhow. I'd probably be found by security if it was, and who knows what could have happened afterwards. My hand reached the flashlight, and thankfully, after a few experimental shakes, it began to shine again. I continued walking quietly, stepping lightly so that my shoes wouldn't make noise against the marble floor. Even though I wore a yellow security jacket, if anybody saw me up close or spoke to me I was bound to be discovered. I had no identification badge, was of petite perportions, and my voice was obviously that of a teenage female. Then questions would be asked if I was caught; certainly no human teenager could have gotten past the security successfully.
Human. I gulped, feeling my right ear lightly before letting my hair fall back to cover it again, still holding the dim flashlight in my left hand. That would provide just a few more questions to be asked, and they would probably run tests on my genetic information. Certainly I would make an interesting test subject for their scientific research.
I opened the door to the stairs. After carefully making sure it was closed behind me, I took off the security jacket and turned it inside out, revealing a lining of white fabric on the inside. I put it back on, and buttoned the front of what was now what appeared to be a lab coat, smoothing out the front of the coat rather self-consiously. It was quite a decent disguise, although I'd still be recognised as someone who obviously didn't work in the building.
I scaled the steps quickly, two at a time, the spot of light cast by the flashlight bobbing in front of me. I stopped at the landing on the top, stowing it in my pocket. I placed my tingling hand on the doorknob, took a breath, and slowly opened the door.
I was able to take a quick glance around the lab, eying several bubbling fluids of unnatural colors in flasks, beakers, and test tubes, before I heard a voice.
"What is your name, girl?"
It was not an unkind voice, if not curious as to my purposes here. It was that of a male, probably not much older than me. Late teens, to be sure.
"Lunette," I answered, a lump forming in my throat.
(Comment; not part of the story: If you can guess where I got the idea for this, I'll have to give you a cookie. ^-^)
