"Speak."
Melodie opened her seaweed green eyes to see the face of Dr.Hathaway staring down at her. "Not you again," Melodie muttered before she could help herself. Dr.Hathaway pursed her lips. "We'll be running more tests on you today, Dr.Hathaway said, a smile forming on her face at Melodies scared expression. Melodie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "F**k off," Melodie said, spitting in Dr.Hathaway's eye. Dr.Hathaway slapped Melodie across the face. "You're acting out of character for a fish," she noted, writing down something in her notepad. Of course, she didn't mean fish literally -- she meant someone with fish DNA. Melodie just nods, and grits her teeth.
She tries to sit up, but it is then when she realizes she is eing held down my metal straps. "Don't worry sweetie," Dr.Hathaway gives an evil little smile. "This won't hurt a bit." She holds up a scalpel knife, and evil glint in her eye, and starts working on Melodie as Melodie screams in pain.
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Dave Jones, aged twenty-four, was possibly the youngest of the Watching Science Labs employees, and had been working there for two years. He was tall and muscular, with blond hair and green eyes, that had a mischevious glint. Yes, he was certainly the best-looking security guard in the building, and he new it. Even going to exterminate a Subject, dart gun in hand, he took his steps in strides, his steps could almost be described as a swagger. Of course, the dart gun would not kill the subject. Not yet. Oh no, this would only knock them out for a couple of hours. The scientists had planned a slow and painful death for this maggot.
He turned the corner and saw the girl from a distance - She was young, perhaps only nine or ten, and had long red hair. Her name was Emma --but, of course, he was forbidden to call her that, to him, she was #15129. "#15129!" he yelled. "Turn around now with your hands raised above your head, and we will not have to hurt you!"