Miyako gasped, feeling a hard thud against her back as she was slammed into and rammed into the ground. Her knees and elbows scraped hard against the cement, causing a stinging sensation that put her in shock for a moment. She groaned with pain, anger boiling over in her head as she could think of a few choice words to speak right about now...When suddenly, yet another person tripped over them both! Slamming into the ground on top of them. Miyako lets out a roar of anger, and pushes the two off quickly. "Hey! Why don't you two watch where you both are going?! What's the matter-"
But her sentence is cut short, as her soft purple eyes glitter with excitement when they gaze upon the two. How adorable they were! One was so tiny and cute; almost like a child...Was she a child? Miyako couldn't tell...The other, well, was quite feminine. She could tell he was a male by the adams apple in his throat, however, but that was all that gave it away. Strangely though, he wore an eye patch. Why would he want to cover such pretty eyes? Miyako lets out a flirtatious coo, smiling warmly now. It was as if all her anger had melted away. "Oh my, how gorgeous you both are. It must be my lucky day!" She happily chimes, before noticing the entrance of three other people.
Were these the others she would have to work with? Strange, they were all very attractive. Was this really a game? Or a pleasant dream? Either way, she was happy she had accepted the invitation...Standing to her feet, and brushing the dirt from her clothes, she bows to all. "Well, hey everyone! I'm Miyako Shiina! A pleasure to meet you all. I suppose we'll be working together!" She announces, easily able to make friends. She was quite out going and attentive to others, especially those she thought attractive...
Suddenly, though, the scraps on her knees and elbows stung once again, and she winced with pain, looking down to notice little seeps of blood. "Darn it..." She gave a soft hiss, holding her elbows in hope the pain would go away. Her poor, fragile, and delicate skin was ruined! It would take weeks for the scrapes to scab over and heal....It was at that moment a man in a white lab coat walked up to the group. He was different from the man who had interviewed them all; seeming quite old. His hair was long, but lined with silver tints, as he wore silver-rimed glasses. The wrinkles were apparent in his saggy face as he gave a wry smile.
"Why, hello young lings...You must all be the ones who are going to test Icy Veins...Please, if you would, follow me..." He easily states, before turning on his heals and walking towards the building. Miyako raises and eye brow and gives a soft "tch" noise before following after the man silently...What was with these people? They seemed so uptight and business like; it seemed to Miyako they needed to loosen up a bit and have some fun...Perhaps they should try testing their own game....This thought stirred another thought within Miyako's head, and she thought for a moment...Why didn't they just test it themselves? Why did they need six different teenagers, who they never met before, to test their game?...Something seemed a bit off by this...
But she easily, and quickly, threw aside the thought. It was probably nothing....As they entered the lab, it smelt like a fresh, clean hospital...The walls were pure white and everything seemed to be in it's proper order...A beautiful lady, with long blonde hair tied up in a bun, and sky blue eyes greeted the group with a warm smile. She was about to speak up when she noticed the bloody scrapes on Miyako. Her eyes grew wide slightly, and she parted her luscious pink lips to speak. "My, my, looks like someone got injured...We'll have to clean those up as soon as possible before sending you off to test the game..." The women mumbled, looking towards the old man then.
She motioned towards the group. "Take these lovely children to their rooms, and have them prepped for testing. Make sure to clean that one's wounds..." The women mentions while pointing towards Miyako. Miyako frowns at this and huffs with agitation. "I have a name, you know.." She mumbled under her breathe, although not loud enough for the adults to hear...Giving a slight nod, the old man leads each individual to their room. Each was separated, set up like that of a doctor's room with a large table in front of large mechanical machines. The machines bleeped and blooped; flashing many colorful lights.
"Stay here, and a doctor will be here shortly for you..." The old man would tell each child as he locked each in their own room....After a long while of what seemed like eternity, waiting in silence and solitude, doctors then each entered a room. Miyako looked up at her doctor. Hers, luckily, was the cute man who had interviewed her. Her eyes grew wide with recognition and she leaped up with excitement. "Oh, hey cutie! I remember you!" She happily purrs, her voice as sweet as honey as she eyes him. She had to admit, he had looked a lot cuter through hologram...But that didn't change her thoughts on him...He cleared his throat, and adjusted his glasses, before stepping forward and ordering her to sit up on the table. She frowned slightly.
He was acting quite different; so bossy! She wasn't sure she liked him anymore...But, unwillingly, she sat up on the table and crossed her legs. "I'll have to take care of these cuts first, before we begin..." He mumbles, taking some alcohol and puffs to clean the wounds. The scrapes bubbled up and stung worse than ever before as he did so, and Miyako had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep back the yelp of pain. But when it was all said and done, she felt better. At least they were clean of any residue now....After words, the doctor pulled on thick latex gloves, and ordered Miyako to lay down. She did so, feeling sort of uncomfortable at that moment...
What exactly was going on?... "Now, I'm going to put you under...We have to go through surgery, first, in order to prep you for your adventures through Icy Veins...Relax..." He explains, to which Miyako's heart suddenly flutters into her throat. Surgery?!?! What did he mean?! She had no clue that surgery was involved in this experiment! What were they going to do to her?! She was about to object, when suddenly he placed a gas mask over her mouth. Miyako was shocked, wanting so bad to shove off...But her body suddenly felt weak and like jello; her vision blurring as the voices around her seemed to melt together. She thought the doctor was trying to say something to her...But she couldn't understand his words...They were all just a jumbled mess...Her eyes felt so heavy...and she couldn't help but let herself drift into a deep sleep....
Many hours later, Miyako's eyes finally fluttered open. At first, she did not recognize where she was...or what was happening....It was at that moment that the memories flooded back. She quickly sits up, the sweat beading on her forehead, as she looks around in fear...The room was empty, however...The only sound was her heavy breathing....A sharp pain comes from the back of her head, like a stab with a knife, and she lets out a gasp of pain. Slowly, she reaches back to touch the area in which it had hurt. But the expecting feeling of flesh was not what she was greeted with...Instead, there was a small, rounded, metal hole right where her skull and neck merged. It was just a hole...straight into her head...What the hell was that for?!
Suddenly, the door creeks open, and the familiar doctor enters. He is staring down at her with a coy smile; probably enjoying her panic and fear. She growls angrily. "What the hell did you do to me?! What is going on?!" She yells, some of her words falling into each other; as the drugs that had put her to sleep were still slightly affecting her. "Don't worry...We had to surgically change the wiring of your brain, so that it would accept the codes and electrical messages of Icy Veins...That hole is where you plug in, so that you may enter the game...There are no ill effects of this surgery, so you have nothing to worry about...Now, please, relax..." At his final words, her anger seemed to simply disappear. Usually, she would be screaming and fighting.
No way would she have let anyone mess with her body without her permission! But...something about his words soothed her soul...What was it? Was it hypnosis? Had they planted something else in her body that she didn't know?...Why did it feel like his words had so much of a grip on her will?...Her head droops slightly, as she lays back on the table. It felt like her body was not her own anymore...What was going on?....