The red petal fell carelessly to the ground as an electrifying wave went through the air. The rose a slight scent in the musty atmosphere. Delicate is the one upon the table, knowing of nothing that lays before her.
"Yes," breathed a voice, "Yes..." She could see a dim light behind her eye lids as her thought waves began to increase as she awakened. "Sally," the voice breathed, "The specimen I have chosen. Arise." Very slowly, Sally began to open her heavy eye lids to the white light above her. She blinked. Heaven?
Her eyes moved from side to side. No. She was surrounded by darkness. Moving her fingers, she was suddenly aware of the cold metal she was laying upon. She began to pull herself into a seating position when she noticed her body was bare, blue and scared. Sally gasped as she recalled what had become of her. She felt tears swell up in her eyes. Was she in a hospital?
"Welcome young one," greeted a voice. A mans voice. Instinctly, she pulled her knees to her chest and tried to cover herself. "Who's there?" she asked. Her throat was dry. The man revealed himself in the light, "I am Dr. Finklestien. Your creator." "I'm supposed to be dead." "Oh you are, you are, you're just revived as a very special chosen one. You get a second chance."
Jack was never given
that choice, she thought grimly. "Where am I? What am I?" she muttered. "You're in a safe place and you are an experiment. I don't want to fill your head with many details. Too much information might cause you damage." The Doctor came around on his wheel chair and held out his hand for her. "Let me show you to your room."
Sally hesitated. She didn't know why. It's not like she had something to live for anymore. She shouldn't find it the least uncomfortable walking around nude for a man she didn't know. She slid off the operation table, taking his hand. He led her down a hall and presented her in front of a door. Opening it, it revealed a simple room. A single bed, a small table, and a sewing machine.
"You can stay here," said the Doctor. Letting go of his hand, she walked inside. Through the far window she could see the view of a dark narrow house. "There's some material on the table," started the creator, "Feel free to make something for you to wear. Oh and be weary not to unravel yourself." He backed out of the room, closing the door.
Sally ran her fingers on the stitches on her body. She looked about the room, suddenly feeling like a monster in a prison. Tears coming down once more, she fell to her knees and began to cry in the center of the room, her red hair falling over her.
She was dead. He was dead.
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Sorry for a long awaited chapter.
More to come!
