Blotted Out: Prologue

(A/N: This is based on a dream I once had. >.< Also, as the story progresses (if I chose to continue it) I'll need help with a name.)

Dr. Ralphezon walked swiftly through the blank white hallways. The test subject, P-3045, was acting strangely, or so he had been told. "P-3045? What a rubbish name. Why couldn't we name her Ellen," the doctor thought aloud. He had always liked the name Ellen - and if he ever had a child, that's what he would name her. Dr. R. rounded the corner, and scanned his retina.

"Subject, identified. Welcome, Doctor Ralphezon." The doctor knew he that the computer had a mind of its own. Well, it wasn't really a computer. More of a bunch of computers and technological sciencey mumbo you wouldn't understand. Most people didn't understand science or technology. Doctor Ralphezon wasn't even sure if he did himself. But that's what tests were for.

He walked past countless labs, each with their own test subjects. Most of them, were plants, though there was the occasional rat. The doctor feared animal cruelty when it came to testing, so he had resorted to mostly plants on the testing, but also rats. No one likes rats anyway.

At last he came upon the door. He scanned his hand, placing it on the metal plate implanted into the wall. The door swished open with a mighty gusto, and Doctor Ralphezon made no hesitation as he strolled in.

"What's her status, Evermore?" Dr. R. picked up some of the lab notes. Ms. Evermore was a quiet and panicky young lady, who acted as an assistant to Dr. Raplhezon. But, she was very knowledgeable on the subject of study that Dr. R. was in, so he had gladly chosen her, despite her somewhat horrible personality.

"Heartbeat is normal, temperature, fine." Ms. Evermore wiped her slick palms on her long lab coat. "It's just, her brain waves."

"What about them," he muttered looking from the notes to the dome. He strode over, and Ms. Evermore followed, her heels clicking against the ground nervously.

"That's just it, sh-she doesn't seem to have any." She stuttered over the last part, not believing it hersef. The doctor uttered a barely audible laugh.

"Evermore, if that were true then she would be dead."

Ms. Evermore peered into the dome at the girl, who was now sitting down, hugging her knees to her chest. She began to rock violently, side to side. "I know Dr. Ralphezon - but she doesn't seem to have any, yet she is still living," she motioned to the test subject, who was now crossed legged in the center of the dome.

"Any other reactions to the injection," he asked, still only half-believing her.

"No, none. I notified you as soon as I noticed her brain waves," she folded her arms across her chest. "Rather, not noticed them, that is."

Upon seeing the screens for the test subject, Dr. R realized she was right. Ell-, er, P-3045 was totally normal besides having no brain activity whatsoever. Ms. Evermore spoke up.

"We should probably," she motioned to the girl, "you know, give her the antidote. Extract the injection."

Dr. Ralphezon glared at her. "And ruin the entire operation? No. This is just another obstacle we must overcome," with that he walked briskly to the closet, and opened it. Inside were large yellow suits, complete with a clear glass helmet, and powerful UV protective sunglasses.

"You're not going in there," Ms. Evermore asked shakily, "are you?"

The Doctor stepped into the suit. "Oh, I'll be fine. The injection isn't supposed to be contagious, and even if it is, what's the worse I can get? No hunger?" He chuckled to himself. The injection given to the test subject was supposed to solve world hunger; all you needed was one shot, and you were no longer hungry. Ever. It involved a little pouch-like organ that implanted itself in your body to store, and renew energy. Almost like photosynthesis with plants, except with the injection, you don't need the sunlight.

Before his assistant could say anything else, he stepped inside the cool white room. It had been a one-way mirror, so all he could see around him were tall, white, spherical walls. The girl had since gotten up, and was staring at him. Her long black hair made her pale skin appear paper-like in the lighting. He had already slipped on the glasses, but he could see clearly with them on. New technology, the advanced stuff, was always ready at his fingertips.

Carefully, he stepped closer to her. She made no sudden movements, and she seemed as alive and human as she had been when they first injected the serum into her. Her blue eyes opened wider, and her mouth formed a small 'o' shape.

The Doctor held up a yellow covered hand. "Subject P-3045? Can you hear me? Can you understand?" He stopped after that, giving her time to respond. She seemed transfixed at something, and almost, distracted.

"I - can." Her voice was almost static as she replied. "Weird - things - happening." P-3045 pulled her hands up to her face. Dr. Ralphezon strode over, and pulled her hands back down to the girl's sides. He did feel a little bad for ignoring her, but he needed to see if there was something he was missing... Something everyone was missing.

Dr. Ralphezon opened her mouth, checking her teeth and gums. Perfectly normal, a bit yellow, but other than that fine. P-3045 had actually volunteered to be tested. Weird, but understandable. She probably had some long backstory of her relatives dying from hunger or something... Plus it payed you or your family money. A lot of money. Yet she still was human, and so was the doctor. He sighed, and stroked her long black hair caringly.

Her records showed that she was 16 years old, and she had been an orphan ever since the age of 10. Perhaps this is why the Doctor felt so much love for the girl... Perhaps...

"Doctor-" she spoke again, her voice cutting in and out, "it's - working. I'm - not - hungry," she struggled with the words, once again pulling her hands to her face.

Doctor Ralphezon cleared his throat. "Yes dear, I know. How are you feeling?"

"Tired. Kind - of - sick. Like - I - can't - get - words - out." She swayed on her feet, and blinked rapidly, the blue in her eyes swirling. They were entrancing to watch, mesmerizing even. Something is missing, the doctor thought, and peered closer. He caught himself before gasping when he noticed the difference. The girl had no pupils, and if she did, they were minuscule. Not a second later, they reappeared, dilating in a camera-like fashion.

P-3045 gasped suddenly, and trembled to the ground, grasping the doctors legs as she slid down. "I -- Can't!" She thrashed on the ground, kicking upward, as if fighting her own body. Struggling not to panic, Dr. Ralphezon knelt down. Her eyes were know dilating again, and staring straight ahead as her body thrashed.

Once again, he asked the question, "P-3045, can you hear me? Can you understand?" The only reply he got was a shrill, half-human, half robotic shriek. Her voice was still static, as if coming from a radio. She lunged for the doctor's suit, grasping the zipper.

"Help - I - Can't - Control," she reached inside snatching at his lab coat. The doctor's eyes opened wide, and he ran for the wall. The girl slammed against the dome, and once again slumped to the floor. Her eyes were now completely dilated, looking more mechanical than human.

Before P-3045 could get back up, the door to the dome burst open. More men in suits charged in, pinning the test subject to the floor. She wasn't talking anymore, and now actually was totally calm, almost resting, even.

One by one, the men with the yellow suits let go, and collapsed on the ground beside her. "What are you doing," the doctor yelled "close the door and get P-3045 on a table!" None of them listened, and P-3045 stood up slowly, brushing off her clothes. She looked at the floor while walking towards him. There was nothing he could do but cower now, and hope for a miracle. The door was too far away for him to run now. Whatever P-3045 was doing, it was making the men in the yellow suits stop attacking her, and, either faint or... The Doctor figured he didn't want to think about the other option.

The doctor felt at his tool belt for something, anything. Before he knew it, the girl had grabbed his chin, and stared straight at him. Her eyes clicked, not blinking, but clicking, as if she were taking a picture. Doctor Ralphezon felt his body go weak, and he knew what he had to do. The Doctor shut his eyes tightly, still feeling the girl's soft warm hand on his skin.

Now that he had resorted to hearing and touch only, he could sense a slight ticking sound. It was very quiet, but it was there. Finally the clicking sound faded away, and so did the girl's hand. Daringly, he opened his eyes. The girl had left, the only clue of her ever being there was the wide open door. Zipping up his suit the rest of the way, the Doctor rushed to the men. They were probably back-up, sent in by Ms. Evermore. He unzipped one of the men's suits, and felt at his wrist, shutting his eyes. The pulse was there, steady and strong. But his skin was hard, and so, cold. He opened his eyes and swiveled the man's wrist around.

Metal. His skin was a faint tin color, and hollow. It hadn't reached his face, but his neck was slowly turning the soft grey color. Jumping up, the Doctor rushed out of the dome. "Ms. Evermore?" He ran around the examination room, where papers had been strewn across the floor.

There. One of her heels was lying sideways on the floor. He ran around the corner, and there she was. Ms. Evermore, as cold and tin as ever.

The Doctor's breaths quickened as the alarm sounded. The test had gone wrong... Horribly wrong, and for all he knew-

It was running around loose in the streets.