Alice thought back to the events that had led to her being stuck in this small, dark claustrophobic cell with only a small slit in the door for a window. The slit didn’t let in much light, unfortunately. She sobbed and put her head in her hands. Why her? Why couldn't the mysterious villain behind the attacks have destroyed someone else’s life? She wished that it had never happened. She also wished that I.S.U.E. would come get her already. Sitting there waiting with nothing to do but guess at what was going to happen was absolutely horrible, and the dread kept creeping up her spine.
Becoming a genetic experiment was not very high on her list of things to do. Also, something seemed weird. Shadowscale had said that I.S.U.E. was just some mistaken government agency. However, she was pretty sure doing experiments on human test subjects was extremely illegal.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a burly, hairy man in a black outfit armed with a machine gun opened the door to her cell. He grinned, revealing yellow teeth and lots of stinky breath. He motioned for her to get out of the cell. She obeyed, because what choice did she have? She walked down the hallway, noticing that some other people were also being led out of their cells and into a strange room at the end.
Alice watched as the door to the room she was being brought towards was opened, and Alice screamed as a horrible creature walked out. It looked vaguely human, but all misshapen. One of its eyes was way higher than the other one and was completely green. Its arms were covered in green blotches, and its white clothing was stained with blood that was leaking out of its mouth.
“Another fail?” asked Alice’s escorter to the woman who was leading the thing back to its cell.
“I’m afraid so,” was the reply. Then, the green blotched person began making garbled sounds.
“Shut up,” snapped the woman. The weird thing didn’t shut up, and instead it lunged at her and attacked her. The woman’s eyes widened, and she attempted to shoot it. Unfortunately, it snatched the gun out of her hand and punched her. It must’ve been quite strong, because she flew across the room and slammed into the wall. Alice’s escorter whipped out his machine gun and with a loud series of bangs peppered it with holes.
Alice shook with fear. This was definitely worse than the anticipation. She turned to run away but the man grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the room. She barely had a glimpse of bizarre, titanium equipment and a clear, massive cylinder filled with a green liquid before the man injected something into her and she blacked out.
She woke up slightly.
Pain. It hurts. What are they doing? thought Alice through her semi-consciousness. She tried to remember what was going on, but it eluded her mind. Who was she? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that she was hurting. A lot. She attempted to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t open. She then realized that she couldn’t move a muscle. And the pain… the more conscious she got, the more she realized how much it hurt. All of a sudden she felt a jolt and she blacked out again.
She woke up again.
Pain, I remember pain… it was gone. She didn’t feel pain anymore. She opened her eyes to see two people in white lab coats talking. They seemed excited. However, she couldn’t hear them. Also, they looked green. Why did they look green? And why were they hazy? She realized that everything looked green, and that she was in some sort of container with liquid. Green liquid, apparently. She also still couldn’t remember anything.
The scientists looked over at her, and jumped in surprise. Probably because she was awake and they were realizing that. She looked down, and saw that she was both floating and had various tubes and other things attached to her. She also noticed lines along her skin, like seams, as if they had taken her apart and had put her back together. Well, that’s a disturbing thought.
The water began to drain, until it was completely empty. Then the door opened, and Alice walked out. The two scientists looked her up and down.
Alice? came a voice in her head. It sounded familiar… she couldn’t remember where she had heard it before. Actually, she couldn’t remember anything. Alice, what happened to you? You’re… different. I can communicate with you telepathically, said the voice again.
Quiet, Shadowscale. This was a different voice. More harsh and gruff. Kill the scientists in front of you. Alice looked at the two people who were staring at her in amazement. She didn’t want to kill them. Somehow she knew that killing was bad. No, Alice. Killing is good. It’s fun. Now kill them.
Alice, don’t kill them, pleaded the other voice. She was beginning to get a headache. She realized her name must’ve been Alice. Her gut told her to trust this voice, not the voice that was telling her to kill people. Alice, if you come to me, I can give you your memories back, continued voice one.
He’s lying. Kill the scientists and come to me. I will give you your memories, not him, said voice two, the gruff one.
“It… it finally worked!” shouted one of the scientists, who was no longer staring at her speechless. The scientist turned to her partner and grabbed his arm. He was still gawking at Alice.
“Ten years… ten years… I can’t believe after all that time working on it… I just can’t believe it…” he trailed off.
Alice, please, don’t listen to Donnovan. He’s lying. He's the person who took your memories in the first place, said voice one.
As Donnovan responded to Shadowscale, Alice closed her eyes and concentrated. Who should she trust? She stared at the two people in front of her. The person apparently named “Donnovan” wanted her to kill them. The other guy, Shadowscale, was begging her not to, and instead to come to him. What was going on? She wished she knew the answer. Mostly, though, she wished she had her memories.
They both said they could give her her memories back, but could they? And how were they communicating in her head? The two people in front of her weren’t. Anyway, she needed to decide. Kill the scientists and go to Donnovan to get her memories back, or go to Shadowscale and get her memories from him. That was assuming either of them could even give her her memories anyway. Maybe neither of them could. The scariest part was knowing that if she went to the wrong person, they might give her fake memories. She didn’t know if that was possible, but she hoped it wasn’t.
After much consideration, she made her decision.