3. Trypanophobia

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♡Chapter dedicated to hookedonwriting_

"Hello there, the angel from my nightmare. The shadow in the background of the morgue." Blink 182

Anna Baker was feeling exceptionally pleased with herself

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Anna Baker was feeling exceptionally pleased with herself.

And so she should, she had created something the world had never seen and managed to secure not one, not two, but five test subjects. All it had taken was a little bit of intelligence.

Something she had in epic proportions.

It was laughable really; how easy it had been to get them all here to the abandoned farmhouse she had found all those months ago.

The only downer on her mood was currently sitting next to her as they watched the dark screen. He huffed in annoyance, again. A sound that was going to drive Anna crazy if he continued to do it in the small, makeshift surveillance room they had set up.

"When are you going to administer the serum?" His patience was clearly wearing thin. But then again, so was hers. 

"We have been over this. If we give them the serum when they are already frightened, the results will be inaccurate." She gestured to the screen in front of them, where the cameras in the room were showing complete darkness, but the unmistakable sounds of sobbing, shouting and screaming that filtered in from the speakers showed that the kids were still panicking and attempting to get out of their restraints.

She had hoped turning the lights off would calm them down slightly, but sadly they seemed determined to be hysterical. She couldn't understand why they wouldn't just relax.

"Of course, they are. They have no idea what's happened to them, wouldn't you be scared if you woke up in an unfamiliar room?" He seethed.

The honest answer was no, she would not. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would be able to find her way out of it. She was sure that her intelligence outweighed anyone who would try to take her captive.

"There's no rush." She said, instead of answering his question, wanting to avoid offending him. He was particularly resentful about the fact that she was so much smarter than him.

"Yes, there is. How long do you think it will be until the kids are reported missing? How long until the police come knocking at our door?"

He was insufferable, really. But unfortunately, she had needed the money he was willing to offer. He was so hell-bent on stepping out of daddy's shadow that he had not even considered the fact that they would be breaking the law. 

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