Reclaiming The Forbidden Fruit

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Tue Mar 20, 2012 10:52 pm

Mhmmmmm

When Michael arrived back to his cell, he just walked over to his side of the room and took a seat on the ground. This time he was a bit farther away as he really didn’t want to whatever bothered him before about Hayley to happen again. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to talk to her though. Honestly, it was something he really wanted to do when he had been doing the curls. By allowing himself t think over the events of today, he managed to realize that something didn’t fit. The Hayley from this morning couldn’t have been the same person who answered those questions. If she was, then why would she put up such an act for him?

Michael thought to himself before the food arrived. Perhaps this was his chance. The food was nothing special besides having some kind of jelly as a side. He was ready to dig in, but he decided on getting up and actually making his way to Hayley’s side of the cell. He looked at Hayley with a nervous stare before letting an uneasy smile form on his face.

“This food sucks, doesn’t it?” Michael said as he took a seat beside Hayley on the bed. He really didn’t want to start the conversation with questions about the answers she supposedly put down yesterday, so he just kept things casual. Besides, he could let her actions answer his own questions. He took a deep breath before digging into his food. It was as bland as usual, and though it didn’t peak his senses, something did. That deep breath he had taken beside Hayley would be something he’d soon dread. All of those pheromones just leaking from her pores were just taken into his body in a full blast. He didn’t know why, but he turned to face her. His eyes centered on her lips when she’d speak and occasionally trailed across her body. His breathing became deeper, and soon his thoughts on food vanished completely. Lust was taking over.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Tue Mar 20, 2012 11:54 pm

Gestures
Taking her spoon full she couldn’t help but screw up her face in disgust, this was truly way worse than the other two meals they have had. She was about to spit it back out but she noticed Michael coming over to sit beside her. She didn’t want look like she had no manners and so just held her breath as she swallowed it. She could feel it slowly sliding down her throat as her head shuddered in repulsion. Hayley grabbed her water bottle and poured it down her throat but no matter how much of the water went down her throat after it she could still taste it. If they wanted them to be fit and healthy why wouldn’t they serve up some descent meals?

Her attention was drawn away from the tray of food hearing Michael ask her a question. She was glad he was speaking to her again, and a gentle smile spread across her face as she watched him take his first bite before opening her own mouth to answer the question. “Yep…don’t know how they can expect us to have energy to take part in all these tasks when the food tastes like shit, excuse the language.” Hayley decided to dig her spoon into the jelly like substance instead, hoping it would taste all sweet and sugary like the real stuff. She held the spoon to her lips but hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth. She couldn’t help but hold her breath and squint her eyes as she waited for the taste. To her shock it actually tasted like normal jelly. That’s what I’m talking about.. Hayley finished off the jelly before pushing the tray of food to her side.

As she looked to her side she found Michael staring at her, but not into her eyes. He seemed to be looking at her mouth. Do I have food on my mouth? She wiped her hand across her mouth in hopes to get whatever he was staring at off her face. However, he seemed to continue to look at her in a way that made her feel a little uncomfortable. She adjusted her position, casual moving a little away from him. “Well done on wining the race…what do you think the Garden is?” As she spoke she looked down at her feet and seemed to play around with her laces. She was never the type who could sit still for long especially when she was feeling nervous.

Hayley then glanced over at her half eaten tray of food and picked it up and held it towards Michael. “Your welcome to have some of mine…I’m not really that hungry.” She half lied. It wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry she just didn’t like it and instead of letting it go to waste she decided to offer it to him. He was twice her size and therefore would need more food to keep him energised than she did. There was a small side of her that hope this would some how smooth over the whole questionnaire incidence. Maybe I should just tell him it was Lionel…but he might not believe me. She decided to just wait for him to bring it up.

(that title really?...loser)

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:33 am

Finding the Right Words

Michael didn’t seem to budge until Hayley congratulated him for winning the endurance test. He had been snapped out of his trance, but that only made him feel a bit uncomfortable with what he was doing. When she moved away from him a bit, he felt both the urge to narrow the gap between them and the urge to just get up and walk away. Deciding on doing neither would keep things from being more awkward than they already were. Answering Hayley’s question would be the first best thing to do.

“I don’t really know… Maybe it’s just a room to relax in. It is a reward, right.” Michael answered before taking another spoonful of the mashed unknown food. He didn’t like the taste of it either, but he had a feeling that he didn’t have the choice to not eat it. Hayley seemed to think the opposite though as she offered up the rest of her food.

“E3, eat your meal!” A guard ordered from outside of the cell. Michael could see how nervous she was, and this guy screaming at her would only make it worst.

“Yeah eat your own shit!” Michael said with a smirk as he moved further away from Hayley. He ate a bit of his food before talking again. “By the way, I’m sorry for staring. I do that a lot to you. I don’t even know why…” He said this before smiling as something came to mind as he looked at her. “You know, I’m not good at reading people’s emotions, but you wear them on your face like masks…” michael then moved over and got closer to Hayely. He took a moment to hold her hand, not caring if it was his own actions or his driving lust at the moment. “All we have is each other in here. That’s probably how it’s gonna be for a long time too… So I just want to let you know that you can trust me. Then maybe one day you can take all those masks off and show me what the real Hayley looks like… the one that smiles because she’s happy.”

Even when Michael had finished speaking, it took a few seconds for his hand to leave Hayley’s. Just in case she thought he was awkward, he just continued to eat his food. Half of the things he had said seemed to just come from out of nowhere… Wait, no it didn’t. All of it… All of the things he said… All of it came from the puzzle…

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Wed Mar 21, 2012 2:28 am

Truth.
Hayley jumped a little hearing the guard yell at her to eat the food. She seemed to have totally forgotten that there were people watching them and pulled the tray back towards herself, placing down on her lap. Just looking at it made her want to gag but Michael’s words seemed to distract her from the taste as she shoved a spoon full in her mouth. Was he trying to crack a joke? She returned a humours smile before noticing him moving away from her. He must’ve seen me moving. She was about to close the gap thinking that she had upset him but then decided to just ignore it and finished off her plate before she got told off again.

As she continued to eat she kept her eyes on Michael as he spoke, she tried to listen to the tone in his voice to determine how he was feeling but his words seemed to be of more interested to her. She found herself slowly falling into a kind of staring trance as he continued to speak, talking about how she seemed to hide her true self from him. All of the sudden she felt a cold touch on her right hand and as her eyes fell she noticed Michael’s hand touching hers. Hayley’s eyes widened from surprise, its not like she hadn’t been touched by a man before but something about it being him made her feel all flustered. Part of her wanted to get her hand free and just run away to hide her flushed face while the other half of her wanted to stay to see what would happen next.

She was now way too focused on their hands being connected than what was coming out his mouth. His touch was so gentle; it seemed to make her forget about the pain she was feeling from the running and the weights. Once he took his hands off hers she felt disappointed even though she was feeling flustered. There was something about his touch that she desired now, whether it was the fact that it made her forget about the pain or was it something else.

She found herself lost for words but once she had her thoughts a little more organised she was prepared to tell him about what Lionel did but like on cue Lionel showed up on their door with two guards. “Sorry to break up the party but its cleansing time E4…” He smirked as he locked eyes with Michael. Hayley rose to her feet about to leave before she turned to face Michael. “I wasn’t the one who answered those last few questions…it was Lionel,” she whispered to him her face all serious before she felt someone pulling at her arm. “What did you just say to him?” Lionel gripped her arm tighter as he twirled her towards him.

“Nothing…” Hayley stuttered anxiously.

“Thought so…now get your ass moving out that door.” Lionel shoved her towards the two guards waiting at the door before he turned to Michael. “You should see her when she is undress…mhmmm…and you know what’s even better when I get to help her undress,” Lionel smirk knowing his comment would hit a nerve as he quickly rushed out the door.

The whole way to the cleansing the guards seemed to be holding her wrists tightly. Once they got to the room they rather aggressively forced her against the wall next to the other two girls who unlike earlier seemed to be looking sad. Hayley didn’t understand why they were being so rough with them all of the sudden, Lionel most likely had something to do with it. “Strip of those sports clothing and throw them into the boxes to your left,” he spoke rather coldly now but his bitter expression didn’t last long because as the three girls go undressed he snickered. Hayley threw her clothes into the box before taking up her position on the wall. Once they were all lined up again, the hoses were turned on. Although this was her third time she still wasn’t used to the cold water and found herself shivering a little as she stood there.

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:39 pm

Number One <3

Michael had been glad that things had been getting less awkward between Hayley and himself as she seemed to be listening to him. As he spoke, he could see her emotions just play on her face like neatly written words. Her face getting a bit blushed widened his smile, and her disappointed look made him wonder. Is she feeling the same way I am? Michael pondered this for a second before hearing Lionel step in with two guards at his side.

As Michael and Lionel locked eyes, Michael couldn’t help but give the man a hateful expression. His fists had even tightened, but he wouldn’t lunge at the man. That was foolish. Instead, Michael ignored then man and watched Hayley get up. She didn’t look too happy about going to be cleansed, but something else was bothering her; something that she’d reveal right there and then.

Her words seemed to echo throughout his mind before his eyes darted toward Lionel. Oddly, Michael’s face didn’t show any form of anger or rage. Michael’s face could only be described as blank. Seven… No… No… No… It was him. He answered ‘No’ for the last three… He…

Michael’s eyes shot open before watching Lionel walking briskly out of the door.

“You fucking bitch!” Michael roared before getting up and watching the door slide close behind Lionel. That didn’t stop him from throwing his bowl of jelly at the door. Michael couldn’t do anything but stand up feeling furious. He had disliked the man before, but now he didn’t think there was another human being he could hate more than Lionel. “Dr. Stevens!” Michael yelled out. He then made his way over to the window beside the door of the cell. “Dr. Stevens!” Michael shouted with his angered face. It had taken some time, but the woman arrived with two guards beside her.

“Yes, A4?”

“Bathroom break?” Michael asked with an uncomfortable face. It wasn’t as if it was an awkward thing to ask, it’s just that Michael found the question odd for some reason. Dr. Stevens looked at the jelly bowl on the floor and then at Michael who looked down at the ground. She gave him serious look before lightly sighing.

“Sure. Guards, can you escort the subject to the lavatory.” Dr. Stevens requested before walking off while the guards opened up the cell and signaled Michael to exit.

Once Michael was out of the cell, they made Michael walk ahead of him while they directed him. As he made his way to the bathroom, he was able to turn to look at the other guys alone in their cells. He exchanged quick waves to them, not wanting to upset the guards until he found himself in front of an open doorway with the standard “Men’s Room” sign beside it. Michael walked in with a smile before hearing footsteps behind him. It seemed that one of the guards was entering in with him. Shit… There goes my plan to find some kind of escape route.

The bathroom looked like any other men’s public restroom. Michael did let his eyes wander though as he looked for something that looked like a vent, but he didn’t spot anything. The guard cleared his throat, wanting Michael to hurry up, and Michael did so. He didn’t need to get beat because he didn’t pee fast enough. It was rather uncomfortable having the guard stand behind Michael as he used the urinal, but once he was done and washed his hands, he tried to get himself out of the bathroom as fast as possible.

Once Michael walked into his cell he sighed as Hayley wasn’t there yet. When he noticed his reason for sighing he made a confused look. What are they doing to us…

Oops I meant Number One as in going pee xD

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Mon Mar 26, 2012 9:28 am

Fresh
Once the water had stopped, Hayley instinctive grabbed her towel wrapping it around herself before sticking out her arms waiting to be handed her new gown. However, instead of receiving their new clothes they were handed a toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. “Brush your teeth roughly especially those of you, who couldn’t keep down their breakfast,” Lionel snickered. Hayley felt like she was back home being nagged by her mother to constantly brush her teeth for the appropriate amount of time. “Nobody likes bad breath…now pick up the pace.” The three didn’t have to be told noticing the guards stepping closer towards them. Hayley struggled to get the paste out of the tube and onto her brush, who’s stupid idea was it to make toothpaste in such small containers that you couldn’t even hold properly.

After a couple of minutes of brushing, they were handed a glass of water to wash out their mouth. Hayley spat out the paste and then gargled some water before spitting it out onto the ground. She watched her spit slowly spin around the drain in the centre of the room before it disappeared. She couldn’t help but hold her hand in front of her mouth as she exhaled and then breathed in. Minty fresh. Her lips pulled back a little as a small smile spread across them before it immediately dropped hearing Lionel’s voice. “Fetch your new gowns and undergarments out of the boxes before making your way back to your cells. Also once the boys are done with their cleansing, the winners will be escorted to the Garden.” He signalled them to move out.

Hayley shuffled her feet towards her box, trying her best to keep her towel from slipping as she grabbed out the dull coloured gown from the cardboard box. She then hurried along to catch up with the other two girls as they neatly walked back to their cells. As usually she was the first to reach her cells and decided to make a metal note of it in case it would be of use later on.

As she entered her cells she couldn’t help but notice some of the jelly sliding down from the door. Her glance fell on Michael wondering what had occurred and to see if he was mad but it didn’t look like it. “See you shortly A4...” Lionel couldn’t help but call out before closing the cell door. He seemed to get a thrill of making them mad/upset. Hayley moved towards the furthest corner away from Michael before she turned to face him. “Do you mind?” She spoke politely as she gestured him to turn around as she did the same in order to get changed.

Hayley dropped the clothes on the ground before picking up her undies as she slipped them through each leg before pulling them up. She then struggled trying to put on the bar while at the same time holding up her towel. She couldn’t help but pull out some weird faces as she concentrated. After a few seconds of almost dropping her towel she finally got it on. However, that wasn’t even the hardest part. In order for her to actually put on the gown she had to let the towel dropped. She remembered back to her first cleansing and how Michael had clearly seen her in the underwear then, however she couldn’t help but feel a little awkward and nervous. Hayley gazed over her shoulder just to make sure he wasn’t watching as she quickly dropped her towel and then bent down to grab the gown. She slipped it on before spinning around to face him. “All done.” Hayley smiled before walking towards the bed to take a seat.

“What happened to your jelly?”

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Wed Mar 28, 2012 12:53 am

Disgusting

Michael had just been sitting on the bed, just trying not to over think thing. He was doing that a lot lately, and it mostly scaring him with all that he was making sense of. He decided to think about the way things were before he had been put into this hellhole. He was on the school crew club, and though the team was small, they did pretty well. Though Michael wasn’t the most popular guy in school, he had a great amount of friends. Being invited to the best parties meant that you were popular enough to him. The thought gave him a clear memory of the day before he was thrown into this place. He had been suffering a hangover from the previous night’s party.

“Take something for that headache… here.”

Michael’s eyes widened at the memory as he realized how he pretty much wound up in here. He didn’t remember anything past that, so he figured whatever his father gave him was drugged or something. Michael let a sigh escape as his face showed a bit of anger. How can people be so disgusting?

Michael looked up when Hayley entered the room. He was going to greet her, but she walked over to the other end of the room. When Lionel spoke, Michael just flipped him off without looking and listened to Halyey. Lionel scowled before a guard asked him to move on, which he did.

Michael would have laughed out loud, but he could tell Hayley was uncomfortable so he turned around. He figured while she changed, he could finish off the rest of his food. He ate up his food before hearing Hayley say she was finished. That’s when he turned to face her back in her gown. He wouldn’t lie to himself; he did enjoy her previous attire much more than the gown. Who wouldn’t? He was also pretty sure she probably liked what he was wearing, or rather what he wasn’t wearing.

“Nothing.” Michael answered as he looked at the mess. He was ready to ask her how the cleansing went, until he remembered what she had said before even going. “The thing you said before you left… Is that true? I mean, if it’s not, then I don’t know… maybe we can get someone to switch us or something. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Michael said. Even though his mind had solved the puzzle in his head, his emotions completely disregarded it.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:00 pm

Truth & Lies
Hayley rubbed her hair in the towel before she just dropped it in the corner realising that the guards weren’t going to come collect it. She did hope they would eventually come and get it because it was rather moist in the cell, meaning the towel won’t be able to dry properly therefore soon enough it would begin to smell.

Highly unlikely that nothing happened. She thought hearing Michael deny the idea that something had occurred while she was gone. She decided not to push for an answer knowing that he would eventually tell her if it was import. As she made her way towards him she let her fingers brush through her wet long blonde-brown hair. Noticing a couple of knots here and there she tried her best to user her fingers to separate the interlocked strains of hair. What she would do right now for a hairbrush? Maybe some shampoo would be nice too. Then again today they were given the chance to brush their teeth so maybe next cleansing they would get some shampoo. Her tongue brushed across her teeth, tasting the mint from the tooth paste. A cheerful smirk spread across her lips before it slowly dropped hearing Michael speak again.

He brought back up what she had said before being pulled out of her cell. She was kind of glad he had heard her but in the back of her mind she was still a little worried that maybe so did Lionel. But she shook the thought of as she listened to what else he had to say. She didn’t expect him to respond the way he did. He seemed to be questioning her before he suggested they ask for a swap in partners. Confusion seemed to spread across her face before she began to feel a little angered by his reaction. Why would she go to all the effort to make up a lie that Lionel answered her questions when he didn’t? It didn’t make any sense to her. It almost felt as though he wanted it to be true. Like he wanted her not to care for him….but why? Hayley silently sat down on the mattress as her mind started to race.

Maybe he was the one who didn’t tell the truth in the questionnaire. He probably just said he cared even though he didn’t really. Or perhaps now that he had come into contact with the other two girls he had a change of heart and felt like he would have a better chance on ‘winning’ with them than her. Her hands seemed to clench a little by her side before she shook her head to clear her mind. Why did it matter what he thought or who she was partnered with? She didn’t need to make any friends because she wasn’t planning on staying her for very much longer.

Hayley cleared her throat as she opened her mouth to speak but instead she took a deep breath in trying to relax. Her hands loosened up as well as she straightened herself up. “What I said was true…I snapped at Lionel and he decided to cut the session short. I guessed from your reaction and reading the last few questions on your answer sheet that whatever he did on my sheet was to cause problems between us….” Again she didn’t understand why she was almost pleading her case to him. He was nobody, she didn't need his approval. “If you feel the need to swap partners go right ahead and ask Dr. Banker.” She spoke a little coldly before beginning to fiddle with a knot in her hair.

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:44 am

You Don't Even Know Why

After speaking, Michael could see the emotions play through Hayley’s face and body language. From what he could tell, she was bothered by what he said. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought this up… But I really have to know. I need to know... and I don’t know why? Michael thought as he waited on Hayley to get whatever she needed out. He watched her hands ball up into fists and heard her begin to talk, but she stopped.

Michael felt like he was studying her every move with maximum precision. He seemed to snap out of his analytical trance when Hayley finally spoke the truth. To hear it clearly once more sent a wave of relief through him that purged his negative thoughts. He couldn’t help but smile at her, even thought she wasn’t looking like she was in the mood. The first words he could utter out were…

“Thanks… I don’t know why, but… it’s just those answers bothered me all day. The entire day.” Michael seemed to take not of what he said. “To know that those answers weren’t yours feels good.” Michael said as he started to look more and more relieved. His hand moved to touch her hand that was loosened but still a bit ready to knock someone out. Looking down at it with a smile her used his hand to open up hers before holding it. “You like that don’t you? And I bet you don’t even know why.” Michael said as he kept his eyes on hers. “I couldn’t….” Michael was interrupted by the guards coming in. “I guess I gotta go. See you soon.” Michael said quickly before letting go of her hand and walking out. To his surprise there were only guards. No Lionel? Michael thought as he guessed that him flipping the doctor off had some effect. He could only smirk at the idea before entering the cleansing room with the other guys.

“Do you have any idea what this Garden might be?” Scott asked as he stripped down.

“No, but maybe it means we actually get to go outside.”

“Maybe.” Scott agreed. James had remained silent as he knew he’d be stuck alone in his quarters.

“Have fun guys…” James said solemnly. His low tone was followed by loud spraying of the hoses. The three guys remained silent throughout the cleansing. When they were finished up, they were given their new underwear.

“Don’t worry about the Garden. I’m sure there will be other chances to get in.” Scott assured after getting dressed. It wasn’t long until Michael entered the room with a his new gown on.

“Hey…” Michael said as he made his way toward the bed to sit down.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Sun Apr 01, 2012 9:43 am

Comfort
Hayley shook her head trying to get her thoughts into order but Michael’s next response only seemed to confuse her more. One minute he seemed to not want her as his partner and the next he seemed to want her again. She couldn’t understand these emotions that were arising between them. Maybe it was the fact that they were beginning to feel isolated, alone and maybe even a little homesick. Since they only seemed to have each other, it almost seemed as though they were trying to seek comfort in one another. She would surely feel the same way if she was locked up with any of the other guys…or maybe… But as usually her stain of thought was cut off by Michael.

Feeling his hand touch hers made her jump from surprise as her eyes fell upon them. Her focus was drawn to them seeing him move his fingers so that he was almost holding her hand. His words became a mumble as a soft smile spread across her lips. Her moment of virtual bliss vanished as quickly as it had begun.

Hayley’s head popped up towards Michael once their hands had parted, looking slightly disappointed. As he said goodbye she tried to open her mouth to respond but her mind was completely blank. She just stared aimlessly at him and the guards as they exited the room and made their way to the cleansing.

For a few minutes she just sat there with a blank expression. She snapped out of her trance seeing the guards come back to grab her towel as well as their empty trays of food. As usually they didn’t speak a word like they were robots or something. Hayley then focused back on her current situation, and realised that she was feeling rather homesick all of the sudden. She wasn’t really missing her parents, more her friends and her room. The whole being locked up indoors seemed to also make her feel uneasy and Michael appeared to be only making things worse with his mix signals he was sending. She knew it wasn’t his fault entirely because her own emotions were all over the shop as well. Maybe it was because they weren’t taking those medications that their parents gave them. She clutched her knees rocking herself for a bit of comfort. Whatever it was she just really wished she could go outside into the fresh air for a quick breather.

She then remembered the Garden and hope that it would in fact be what the name suggests because she could really use the outdoors. Her mind began to wonder off as she thought about what the garden might look like, whether it was just a grassy field or if there would be flowers and trees. Maybe there would be some kind of water feature like a lake or a fountain. Her face lit up as her imagination began to run wild.

After a short while she found herself feeling lonely again and pulled her knees closer before resting her head on them. She then glanced over towards the glass window watching a small piece of jelly slide down. Wonder how much longer we have to wait for this special prize. Just then Michael walked back in all casual as he said hello and took a seat on the mattress. “Hi,” she spoke faintly taking a look at his new gown. “All clean?”

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:51 am

The Garden

“Yeah, you can say that.” Michael replied as he lied back on the bed. He had noticed everything was cleaned out of the room except for the gelatin he had thrown at the door. He just shook his head at the sight before looking up at her. “Do you think they’re gonna bring in a bed for me?” Michael asked. This bed was too small for two people to sleep in, well at least if they didn’t stay really close to each other. He didn’t care whether the question was answered or not, but he would have liked to be prepared.

Michael’s moment of comfort was short lived, as he heard the door to their room slide open. Wondering who it was, he looked up only to see Dr. Banker assisted by four guards. He looked at the two with a grin. The doctor was getting exactly what he had wanted out them.

“Fours, I need you two to get up and walk into the hallway. You’re headed to the Garden.” Dr. Banker informed as he waited for the two to follow his instructions. Michael sat up, looking at the doctor. He stood up with ease, but didn’t go anywhere. He seemed to be waiting for something, or rather someone as he turned to Hayley.

“Let’s go… To the Garden.” Michael said, knowing this place would most likely be more than what he could imagine. Floyd seemed to look away and toward the empty section of the room before a guard grabbed Michael and kneed him in the stomach. Michael gasped for air as he hunched over. He couldn’t even make a sound as he felt the sting of the guard’s taser. Michael’s body hit the ground, but he wasn’t out. Michael’s hand reached out, but only in vain as one of the guards used the taser on him again. Michael felt his body rattle and numb just before the light of the room disappeared.

“Hayley…” Michael uttered before the darkness came and blinded him. He was finally out. The four guards then turned their attention on Hayley, the next one who needed to be ready to enter the Garden.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:32 am

Darkness
Hayley watched as Michael laid back on the bed but she kept her position of holding her knees up to her chest. It was making her feel more comfortable and it was also preventing her from touching Michael and seeking comfort from him. She didn’t want to seem like she was leading him on or anything. Its not like she actually liked him she was just homesick.

“Um, I would think so….” She responded to his question about whether they would be bringing him another mattress to sleep on. After answering him she pondered the question for a moment. Her eyes trailed over the bed, it was only a single mattress so they would need another one although the two were rather skinny and would easily fit on it. However, they would be pretty close. She couldn’t be a hundred percent sure because for all she knew the scientists might actually want them to be all close and cuddly.

Hearing the door slide open she quickly leapt to her feet seeing four guards and Dr Banker standing in the door way. The guards looked stern while the doctor had his usual sinister smile as he asked them to follow him towards the Garden. Her face lit up just a little feeling excited about what it could be. However, her eagerness to find out what it was vanished seeing Michael gets kneed in the stomach for no real reason. They were getting ready to walk out the door but it looked like the guards and Dr Banker had other ideas.

“MICHAEL!” Hayley screamed out as she was about to race to his side to help him up but before she even got close enough she felt something hard hitting the side of her face before being pushed towards the ground away from him. She cried out in pain clutching her red cheek from where the guard had smacked her. Her eyes were now filled with tears as she stared at Michael seeing him get tasered. “STOP!” She cried out towards Dr. Banker before hearing buzzing sound of the taser again as she looked back at Michael. His hand stretched out towards her as he uttered her name before his eyes closed.

“You didn’t have to do that. We were coming…” she wiped some of the tears from her eyes and face as she felt slightly angered now. Hayley managed to get herself back to her feet before noticing the four guards turning to face her. The room fell silent for a few seconds as they all seemed to stare each other down. “It will hurt less if you don’t resist it,” she heard Dr. Banker’s voice coming from behind the guards who were slowly making their way towards her.

With every step forward from the guards Hayley took a step back, her hands were now fists by her side. She knew there was no way she could fight them off but she could still try to cause them as much harm as possible. All of the sudden all four guards leapt towards her, tackling her to the ground. Hayley screamed amongst the struggle, kicking, scratching, punching and even biting anything she could. A few grunts of pain could be heard from some of the guards as she got into contact with them. But only a few milliseconds after one of the guards had drawn his taser, she was zapped. Her body became numb as her head hit the ground. She took her last look at Michael before her eye lids closed and there was darkness.

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Thu Apr 05, 2012 12:54 am

Chapter II
False Gods

“I don’t who you think you are, but you go around messing with this project. Your influence alone may have screwed previously predicted results. Favoritism is one thing, but actually attempting to alter the results of their tests should have you removed from this project!” Dr. Stevens said sternly to Lionel.

The two appeared to be in some kind of break room containing a large table in the center surrounded by chairs. Dr. Stevens gave one last glare to Lionel before hearing the sound of none other than Dr. Banker arriving. Dr. Stevens looked to her superior, wondering if it was time.

“It’s time. E2, A3, A4, and E4 are all ready for the Garden. Follow me, and we’ll get started on the examination.” Dr. Banker informed. He gave a look to Lionel, telling that he knew of his unwanted interference in the project. Dr. Banker signaled the two scientists to follow him out of the room and into the corridors of the facility. “They’re on a very strong anesthetic, so I don’t think there’s any chance of them awakening while we perform on each of them one by one. I’ve gone over the procedure with both of you, but do you have any questions or concerns?”Dr. Banker stopped in his tracks to hear of anything the two needed to say.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Mon Apr 09, 2012 5:42 am

Superior or Assistant
Lionel sat there casually with his feet resting on the opposing chair as he stared humorously at Stevens who seemed to be having a go at him for altering with E4’s results. He rolled his eyes at her wondering why she was getting her knickers in a twist about something so small. She was the one who was favouring people, especially that stupid little brat Michael. Oh I will take care of him because I have the most experience. The most experience in perving on younger men. What seemed to aggravate him the most was the fact that she was raising her voice at him in front of everyone. Stupid bitch…acting like she is the boss when clearly she only got this position because she slept with the doc. “Must be that time of the month again,” he mumbled underneath his breath making sure she shouldn’t hear it.

Noticing Dr. Banker entering the room, Lionel leapt to his feet pushing his chair in as he straightened himself up. A playful smile spread across his lips hearing the word Garden. He had been looking forward to this all day. Finally he was able to slice some things open and examine how the subjects had progressed. It had been months since he had been in the operation room, his last “patients” were E1 and A1 and sadly for him he only had the chance to look at them once before they were exposed off.

He followed Dr. Banker outside into the corridor but not before giving Stevens a forceful glare. Lionel shook his head when the doc asked if he had any questions or concerns. He then looked at Stevens wondering if she would open her stupid mouth again or not. As he stared at her, something came to mind and he quickly returned his attention to the doc. “Actually now that I think about it, who exactly will be taken the lead in this next stages…because you know how eager I am to make the first cut,” he joked knowing that Dr. Banker would know what he was talking about. The two had met back in their intern years at Saint Joseph hospital and got themselves in quite a bit of trouble in the operation rooms trying to sabotage each other in order to take the lead in the procedures.

Apprentice

The newly medical graduate waited patiently outside in the hallway for Dr. Banker to return with the other two scientists. The brunette clutched her clipboard tightly to her chest with excitement. It had only been a couple of months since she had finished her degree when Dr. Banker had approached her to join his organisation. She wasn’t quite sure what was install for her, but she couldn’t resist the man’s charm and eagerness to have her on his team.

A big cheerful smile spread across her face seeing Dr. Richards and Dr. Stevens. April stood there in silence as the doctor informed the two of what was going on with the subjects. She knew that she wouldn’t be allowed to take part in the actual operation; however Dr. Banker did promise her she would be able to stand inside the Garden and watch.

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Mon Apr 09, 2012 11:47 pm

Jennifer

Dr. Stevens scowled at Lionel for a moment yet again when he spoke of who’d make the first cut. The man truly did disgust her, and she often wondered why Dr. Banker would recruit a man such as Lionel onto a project that she believed was way out of his league. Her scowl vanished once she figured that Dr, Banker’s answer would be one that Lionel didn’t like. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one she’d like too much either.

“I will be making the first ‘cut’ Lionel, for obvious reasons. I will also be taking full lead of the Garden procedure. Dr. Stevens! You’ll be my first assistant, and Dr. Richards, you’ll be my second. Don’t you dare argue with my decision! Neither of you have shown to be as exceptional as I hoped. Dr. Stevens, you show too much compassion toward the subjects. They are subjects, and only subjects! As for you Dr. Richards, you show lack of respect for my project. If you plan to sabotage my results in Reclaiming the Forbidden Fruit, I’ll have you more than taken off this project. I will see to it that your title as doctor is stripped from you. I’m sure you don’t want all your hard work to go to waste.” Dr. Banker said to his two underlings. His dark eyes then shot toward his new recruit “Now let us go into the Garden. We will work on E2 first. We’ll start by examining her respiratory organs, and then move on from there.” Dr. Banker informed as the four entered a room with the label “Garden” on the door.

The first time in a while, there were no guards around. They had been prohibited from entering the garden for a multitude of reasons. Firstly, the scientists needed to make sure they were sterilized. Upon entering, the scientists appeared to be in a small chamber. This was the decontamination chamber. The door shut behind the four scientists before Dr. Banker walked up to a red button on right hand side of the chamber wall and pressed it. In the next second, the chamber began to make steaming sounds as it decontaminated the scientists.

“Don’t forget to place you’re gloves, goggles, caps, and masks on once we leave the chamber.” Doctor Banker addressed as the decontamination ended. Dr. Steven wasn’t too happy about the head scientist’s criticism from earlier, but she was glad that she was his right hand in the procedure. She looked back at the new face that Dr. Banker hadn’t introduced and sized her up for a second.

“You might need to tie your hair up better than a ponytail.” Dr. Stevens informed with little to no emotion in her tone. “You may call me Doctor Jennifer Stevens.” Jennifer introduced. Looking at the girl had reminded her of the first time she had met Dr. Banker. She had only been introduced to the project a few months after the start A1 and E1 trials. Dr. Banker had chosen her for her prodigious work in both college and medical school. Jennifer had entered college at the age of fifteen, and graduated with double major in both psychology and genetics at the age of nineteen. It wasn’t until Jennifer graduated medical school that she was approached by Dr. Banker who made an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. The opportunity to create a brand new beginning for humanity was all in the tender hands of these scientists. They were the gods of this project, and Jennifer would see to it that it was a success.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:28 am

Decontamination

Hearing Dr. Banker saying that he himself would be taking charge of the entire procedure and making Dr. Stevens his first assistant made Lionel clench his hands by his side. He wasn’t sure what he was more furious about, the fact that he wouldn’t be cutting or having to be second assistant. How could the man so easily make the decision of choosing that wretched woman over me? Have I not proven to him enough how skilled I am? Just because I decided to teach A4 a lesson I am getting punished for it….but that stuck up bitch doesn’t even get a slap on the wrist for her actions. He glared towards Dr. Stevens before returning his glance back to Dr. Banker who continued his little rant about kicking him off the project if he didn’t follow the rules. He should be more concerned with her than me. Hasn’t he learnt yet from his last mistake of picking a female assistant? They have emotional issues and are weak. It won’t be long til we have another A1 and E1.

Just as Dr. Banker finished speaking did it come to Lionel’s attention that there was someone else in the hallway with them. From all the frustration he didn’t seem to have noticed the newly recruited apprentice standing their beaming like a light bulb. He smirked at her, what a surprise another female! Well, at least she seems more normal than Stevens. Without saying a word he followed the group towards the ‘Garden.’

Lionel took up position to the left of Dr. Banker once they had entered the decontamination chamber. He didn’t quite understand what he was doing in there anyway; second assistant basically meant he would just be observing like the newbie. But then again it would be pretty amusing to watch Dr. Stevens make a mistake. He glanced over at the doctor, you want a second assistant I will give you a second assistant. Once they were released from the chamber he walked over to the basin and washed his hands with soap, before placing on the gloves, the gown, the cap and finally the goggles.

He couldn’t help but overhear Dr. Stevens rather coldly telling the newbie to tie her hair back better. Can’t keep your mouth shut can you. Once Stevens left the girl’s side Lionel stepped towards her, smiling almost friendly. “Don’t mind her; she has a stick wedge up her bum. I’m Dr. Richards, but you’re welcome to call me Lionel. Can you please inform me which of these things is a mask? I believe I’m not qualified enough to know what I’m doing.” He joked which was a kind of strange thing for him to do. Lionel had decided that if Dr. Stevens was going to shun this poor girl he would take her under his wing. Maybe try to manipulate her innocence a little in order to make a younger version of himself just to piss Stevens off. He grinned wickedly at his plan.

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April picked up the tension between the two doctors immediately and decided it was in her best interest just to stay out of their way and focus her full attention on Dr. Banker. After all he was superior and therefore possessed the greatest knowledge out of them all. He seemed like a well experienced and skilled man, who could teach her things she would surely never have learnt in some lame hospital. She followed them into the chamber in silence but kept her smile of excitement. She could feel the butterflies beginning to flutter in her tummy as the door into the ‘Garden’ slid open. The brightness of the room seemed to catch her off guard, causing her to squint as she entered the room and began to get dressed.

It wasn’t long til the one named Dr. Stevens approached her, but instead of introducing herself the woman seemed to straight away and rather hard-heartedly tell her off about how she had tied her hair back. Her smile immediately dropped. Did I do something to offend her? She quickly fixed up her hair, “Nice to meet you Doctor Jennifer Stevens…my name is April.” The doctor’s name was quite a mouth full and she found herself stopping to take a breath before stating her own name. Sadly she didn’t have doctor or anything in front of her own name so it was just plain April but she hoped that would change soon.

Only a couple of seconds after Dr. Stevens seemed to have moved off the other doctor made his way over. He seemed to have a rather pleasant smile on his face which brought her own smile back. A soft chuckle escaped her lips hearing him say something about a stick being up Dr. Jennifer Stevens bum but she quickly covered her mouth hoping no one heard. “I believe this is the mask Lionel, and I’m April,” she handed him the mask before placing her own one on. Even though Dr. Banker was yelling at the man only moments ago to her he seemed rather nice and friendly. She just shrugged the thought off before following everyone towards the operations table where the first subject laid.

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:25 pm

Mission

It didn’t take long for both Dr. Banker and Jennifer to get their gear on. This procedure was never meant to be a time consumer. They couldn’t keep the subjects under their drugs for an excessive amount of time. The last thing Dr. Banker wanted was another failed project. Just the thought of it made him frown.

Looking toward April, he could see that she was perfectly ready. He was glad that both his subordinates introduced themselves, because it saved him the trouble of doing so. His eyes weren’t the only ones looking upon April however. Jennifer glanced at Lionel and the young woman sharing such an upbeat conversation. I guess the pervert really does like the young ones. No wonder he signed up for this project. Jennifer thought to herself before Dr. Banker cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.

“Lionel, as third seat of this procedure, I’ll need you to grab the clipboard and make notes on the procedure. It should be an easy job to handle.” Dr Banker informed before leading the group into a small room already containing a few scientists surrounding a subject’s body lying face down on an operating table.

“Dr. Banker.” A man greeted once he noticed his superior.

“Is E2 ready? Or do I have to move on because of your shortcomings.”

“No doctor! She’s ready. I know you don’t like to wait, but I know you don’t mistakes either. I was having my assistants double-check on the marks they made as well as the stability of subject E2.” The scientist explained with haste before looking to the other in the room with him. “Let’s move onto A3. We’re done here.”

Dr. Banker walked all the way to where the subject’s head was located before removing g the sheet from her naked body. There were two dotted lines that ran down the teenage girl’s back. He couldn’t help but be ready to make the first cut. It was as if this was his birthright. It didn’t take long for memories to fill the mind of the doctor; memories that only made him more determined in his mission to make humanity climb even higher on the food chain. Sure, he knew the government was trying to keep this project within the United States’ boundaries, but he was the one with the power in this facility. He was god. Dr. Banker couldn’t help but remember the times he was looked down on by older researchers. They discriminated against his age. One of those men happened to be Lionel. He never stopped though. If his competition worked on their projects for six hours, then he worked on his for twelve. He knew science wasn’t just about having a brilliant mind. It was about being headstrong and dedicated to your work as well. It’s a reason why he picked his recruits. He looked into their achievements, found out as much as he could about their pasts, and then he finally analyzed his chosen few in person. As he held his hand out and said “Scalpal,” Jennifer quickly made it her job to hand him his tool of choice.

Jennifer couldn’t help but think about the progress the team was making. Sure she didn’t like Lionel too much, but didn’t give her any reason to take her feelings out on project. Right now, at this very moment, personal feelings were pushed aside. They each had to remember their reasons for being here, their mission. With a precise incision, Dr. Floyd Banker went to work with his most trusted partners behind him.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:57 am

Lionel nodded hearing Dr. Banker giving him his next order. He didn’t quite agree with the words his superior used, the whole third seat part and it being an easy job. However, he decided to just brush it off because it surely wouldn’t be very much longer before Dr. Banker requests him to come into second position. He smirked at the newbie once more before turning his back on her and making his way towards the metal table sitting in the corner of the room. He picked up the clipboard and pen and made his way back towards the rest of the group.

Once inside the chamber were the body of the first subject laid, Lionel positioned himself near the head of E2. He also managed to snatch himself a chair before making himself comfortable. His eyes widened a little with excited seeing Dr. Banker reveal the body. Lionel could feel his left hand shaking lightly feeling the eagerness to just jump up, take the scalpel and slice the chest open. He gripped the pen tighter to stop the shaking as he made his first note on the paper. Lionel wrote the subject’s details first before writing down the time and date the procedure took place for future reference.

Lionel leant back in his seat seeing the doctor making the first cut. He felt a little disappointed that it wasn’t his hand playing ‘God.’ As Dr. Banker proceeded Lionel sat there silently his eyes and ears pealed as his hand scribbled across the paper.

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The new recruit stood near the entrance of the operations room waiting patiently for some kind of order from Dr. Banker about what she should do. However, the man seemed to have his own agenda which left her just standing there for a couple of minutes looking a little bored. I wonder who these subjects are. Can’t believe someone would actually agree to be sliced open. Image the scars you would have after. She shuddered at the thought before noticing the doctors entering into another room which appeared to be the place where all the slicing and cutting would take place. April hesitated for a moment whether to follow or not but remembering what the Dr. Banker had told her early about being able to view the procedure up close she quickly hurried over towards them.

April stood a little back from the table were the covered up subject laid, feeling a little nervous about what was underneath the white sheet. As Dr. Banker pulled the covers off the newbie jumped back a bit seeing the young woman laying before her. She looked barely 18 years old and not the type of person who would be so open about being cut up. April looked over the three doctors and the other scientists in the room to see their expressions on the matter but no one seemed surprised like she was. They all looked composed and content. The doctor did say this would be an experiment like no other. She shook of the shock and straightened herself up, trying to look more professional as she took position next to Dr. Banker. She did leave some space between him and her so he had enough room to move as she watched the procedure. Occasionally she jotted some notes down in her own pad.

FunnyGuy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FunnyGuy** on Sun Apr 15, 2012 11:27 pm

Wavering Trust

The procedure had gone underway, and the small room fell silent. It was as if the scientists were on the brink of discovering something groundbreaking. Jennifer watched Dr. Banker’s every move, waiting on a mistake to correct, or something he’d overlook. However, Dr. Banker was flawless. He was too focused to allow himself to make any mistakes with this. With his hands steady and his focus acute, he cut open subject E2.

“Hmm… Make note of her lungs. Do you see them? They almost look swollen. This isn’t inflammation. This is definite proof that their bodies are already undergoing some sort of adaption. Much like our now precious A4. The irony of his growth takes me away into my thoughts, but enough of that subject.” Dr. Banker informed as the exposed lungs puffed up and deflated with each breath the girl took. Jennifer smiled at the find before grabbing a small camera and taking a picture of the subject. There had been a video camera set up to record the entire operation, but up close pictures would be needed for records as well. After making his observation, Dr, Banker finally turned to Lionel. “Dr. Richards, I need you hear to stitch E2’s right incision back up, while Jen… Dr. Stevens supplies and observes the both of us.” Dr. Banker said this as he received the needle and stitching from Jennifer who then looked to Lionel. She made a nod toward him as she handed him his needle and thread, as well as what he’d need to make sure the open cut wouldn’t be infected in anyway. Though she wanted to do more, Jennifer held in her pride and waited her for her time to shine. Cutting and stitching had been Lionel’s specialty after all. The woman was beginning to wonder if Dr. Banker was on the fence between Lionel’s experience and the wicked man’s reliability.

“You could say that pushing herself during the fitness test 1A allowed Eve 2’s lungs to enlarge the way they have, right?” Jennifer assumed as she moved toward the clipboard that Lionel had placed down and made her own notes.

“Yes, we can make that hypothesis, but we need to look at the others before believing that theory.” Dr. Banker stated as he continued to stitch up the subject. “Once we’re done, I need you to help me carefully move E2 onto her back, Dr. Richards. Can I trust you with this?” Dr. Banker said without looking at the man as he focused on stitching up the girl's back.

"No... You have to check the calve muscles and triceps before moving E2 to her backside." Jennifer stated as she looked at Dr. Banker. The woman could only see his eyes, but she could tell he was surprised. He had even stopped what he was doing for a moment.

"Right." Dr. Banker said as he returned to his work. "Never mind Dr. Richards." He added. From where Jennifer stood, she could only guess that something was distracting Dr. Banker. Perhaps he really didn't trust Lionel. Maybe he was paying o much attention on the man, that he had forgotten what he was suppose to be doing. For the "god" to lured away from his mountain top by a snake was an unfortunate thing. Though Jennifer had her own eyes set on the mountain top Dr. Banker stood upon, she would never let a snake like Lionel help her get there, whether it was unintentional or not.

sweet_angle66 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **sweet_angle66** on Tue Apr 17, 2012 10:19 pm

Lionel made notes about lungs as Dr. Banker had told him to. He felt a little surprised seeing them so much larger than normal, since the subjects had only been with them a few weeks. The first week they were here didn’t even really count though as the subjects were kept unconscious so they could make tests on them to make sure they had the right candidates and to make sure they were of the right age and physical fit enough to take part in their experiment. If one of them was sick and thus had a poor immune system they would’ve had to postpone it until the subject was well enough. They had to take these precautions in order to have a successful experiment because if one variable was different it could easily alter their results.

A rather happy smile spread across his face when Dr. Banker asked him to stitch E2 back up. He couldn’t help but be a little surprised why he was allowed to assist all of the sudden but then again in his younger years he did win an award for having some of the steadiest hands in the operation room. He would practise his stitching skills late into the night on a range of fruits and sometimes when he was lucky he was able to use a cadaver for practise. Many of his fellow interns at the time would marvel at his precision and speed. He took the utensils from Dr. Stevens hand with a wicked grin on his face as if to say, ‘I am better than you.’

He threaded the stitching through the needle before making the needles first entry on the right side of E2 were Dr. Banker had opened her up. His hand moved very gracefully back and forth and up and down. He tried his best to ignore the other two doctors as they spoke because he wanted to stay focused on his task so that he would be able to perform of his best ability. Maybe this would also gain some of Dr. Banker’s trust back if he notes the excellent work he had done.

Lionel ended up finishing before Dr. Banker which only seemed to boost his ego further. He stared down at his stitches, it looked perfect, the stitches were evenly spaced out and there was no way any of them would loosen or break. He admired his work a little while longer before picking up the bottle filled with the disinfected liquid and lightly dapped some onto a gauze pad. Lionel then gently without ruining his fine work caressed the gauze pad over the stitches in order to prevent an infection from occurring.

Once he was done he couldn’t help but overhear Dr. Stevens telling Dr. Banker about something he had forgot to do with E2 before he body was turned. Although he felt a little annoyed that she had picked that up before he did he couldn’t help but wonder why Dr. Banker made a mistake. The man seemed to never make mistakes especially on his own work. There was obviously something distracting the old man and Lionel wonder whether it was something to do with him and Stevens. Maybe he finally realised the woman is only here to steal his work. He glared at Dr. Stevens making sure she didn’t see his death stare though.

“Okay,” he replied a little coldly before taking his seat again and picking up his clipboard with notes. Seeing Dr. Stevens making her own notes on his paper only made him feel more angered now as he gripped his pen tightly. Think your so clever don’t you?

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