Chapter 1

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321 scampered in her cage. She knew she could get out, she'd gotten out before, but the white-coats always took her back, and they could be very compelling when they wanted to be, especially since they got the lightning. She touched her arm, staring at the shock mark they had left. She hated them.

Her mutated body had begun a repellent for the shocks, but she could still feel pain. She knew what they were doing. They were seeing if she reacted. But she couldn't react, or they'd just keep doing it. What was the point? Wasting her life away in a cage? That wasn't for her. She laid down, closing her eyes. Things might be better in the morning.

She woke up, her defense kicking in instantly. A female white-coat was standing over her, with hypnotic blue eyes.

321 growled at the woman. Something about her seemed wrong... she omitted a feeling that shook her down to her bones.

She felt herself being drawn to her though, as if she was just a vessel to be piloted...

321 struggled against it, but she was propelled forward until her and the woman's eyes were leveled.

The woman's eyes were ice blue, with white pupils.

"Wh-who are you? Another white-coat? Let me go!" 321 screamed in defiance.

"Don't worry 321. Here, everything's safe and warm... so safe." the woman spoke, but her mouth didn't move.

321 felt very sleepy, but forbid her eyes from closing. She knew something horrible would happen to her if they did. But what could happen to her here... where everything was safe and warm... No! She was forgetting why she needed to keep awake... but... she was so tired... she felt her eyes close and her head land on the shiny marble floor with a thump. She didn't feel any pain, only drowsiness and comfort. Why would she ever want to wake up? As she argued with herself, she saw a figure looming over her. Before she fell asleep, her eyes halfway closed, she saw the ice-eyed woman orbiting her, smiling that fake smile. What she didn't see was a brown haired man knocking her to the floor, and picking 321 up. 

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