Feed My Frankenstein, DNA Experimental Cloning - PG-13

[&& a l y r a]

He watched as she turned her head away and he found himself wishing that he wanted to take it back. Sadly, he didn't. He meant what he said and to be honest, she was more than pretty in his book. However, Dylan didn't want to scare her off- which he was sure he just did with saying she was pretty.

The doors opened and she got out. Waiting a few seconds, he followed her and heard the faint 'thank you.' He beamed and kept walking. "You're welcome, Sidnee," he told her as he followed behind, going to the same place.

When they neared the door, he stepped in front of her and opened the door for her. "After you," he told her with another Dylan smile. He was simply amazed that he had gotten this far! However, he knew that he was wasn't going to report this to anyone- the government or the scientists.

[b l e u]

Angie finally entered the hallway approaching the elevator. She instinctively closed her eyes before the white lights blinded her. One who can see perfectly in the dark is even better than most when they are staring in the light. These lights would hurt the eyes of anyone, but to her she literally was nearly blinded. Putting aside her daily frustrations, she pushed the elevator button and stepped in.

Glancing at her watch, Angie groaned and realised she wasn't as late as she had hoped. Letting out a quick sigh Angie stepped out of the elevator again and entered the testing room. She unenthusiastically sat down in a chair. She was next to Jon, and she didn't talk to him much. Well, everybody here was pretty much a bunch of depressed rarely speaking people. She didn't really know who did or didn't speak anymore. Deciding to be friendly, she spoke to him.

"Hi," Angie muttered.

[I kinda fell behind so I dunno how to enter another conversation. xD]

[shadow]

Jon started out of his seat, extremely startled and not unfrightened by the presence of Angelica beside him. God, even in the light it was hard to notice the girl.

The two rarely spoke- they had very little in common. However, on this particular morning he was not particularly up for resisting a little friendliness.

He nodded. "Hey, there," he replied somewhat sullenly. He could hear- well, not hear; more like sense her thoughts sliding along, but he didn't bother to try to listen in. They weren't really urgent enough to pick up, anyway.

He drummed his fingers against his leg impatiently, waiting for any sort of scientist to show up and take him for testing. Despite how dreary and often painful as that was, it was better than sitting here. Waiting.

[Mule]

Glancing at him as he held the door, she blinked at him but just continued into the room. Sidnee wondered if she should of smiled or something - but she didn't believe in forcing any reaction. That would be like lying. Instead, she simply entered. Seeing Angie and Jon, she was careful to make herself alone in the back corner, sitting down. She knew it would be no use though. Soon they would all undergo the usual testing of the limits of their abilities.

Or seeking for them, depending on your situation. Sidnee had a reading rate that surely set a record and absorbed and recorded everything precisely and perfectly. Sidnee had never forgotten anything. It was as if someone had put her life into righting and folded it neatly in her mind so she could glance at it at anytime and remember. It would take some serious head trauma to make her be unable to recall things.

Two other scientists entered the room, after Dylan of course. Those that would be working with the other patients who had bothered to show up today. In a few seconds, now, the bell would right to signal the beginning of new training.

And there it was. Gong. Gong. Gong.

The two scientists booted up some machines, though not all of them. Only those necessary to use.

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Nana had already made her way up into the room. She hated being in the same place as Sidnee so she decided to take the stairs instead. When she got there, she saw that mostly everyone was already there. The young girl sighed and took a seat alone. She talked, yes, but only when she wanted. In morning, it was best to leave her alone. She picked up her book and began her studies.

Dylan sighed and walked over near Sidnee, seeing that he was the one that needed to record what was going on with her and what she remember. He was smiling but quiet as he wrote down what he was told.

[Mule]

Sidnee allowed herself to be hooked into the equiptment that monitor her brain activity. As a helemt with a display screen on the flap was lowered onto her head, soon images and clips flashed across the screen at 32 pictures per second. Immediately her whole body tenses as her eyes widened and she soaked in the information, her breathing coming a little faster. It was important to monitor these things, because when her mind was overwhelmed too much, she would have a bad reaction.

It wouldn't be a good idea to leave her a drooling vegetable or catatonic. Amy Grey would be deadly angry.

Sidnee, however, was quite willing to this method of absorbing. Reading took far too long, and it made her rate of progress triple to ten times that of her peers. Sidnee could be in the outside world now, if it weren't for the fact that the scientists were keeping her and the other first clones for something...secret. Sidnee did not understand and was mystified as to why they wouldn't let her leave.

She was, physically, a legal adult and mentally one as well. She knew thousands of self-defense moves as well as how to wield weapons like knives and guns. Her aim was precise and lethal. She knew about how to function normally and had already learned everything she needed to know up to the college level and beyond.

Sidnee was ready. And yet, they didn't let her leave.

Sometimes she wondered if they ever would let her.

[&& a l y r a]

He watched her, jotting down some notes. Even though it was his job, he hated seeing her like his. He knew that it needed to be done, to know how she was progressing, but they knew that she was doing great!

He watched her and her breathing started getting faster. He stole a glance at her heart rate and bit at his lip. It was too fast. Too high and she was in trouble. He looked at the scientists and they seemed to be paying attention to only the results and not her.

Making up his mind, he placed the clipboard down and started punching in numbers, making the machine stop. He sighed and looked at her. "Are you okay?" he asked her. He didn't really expect more than a nod, though. He knew that she wasn't going to talk for all of them and that he was lucky enough to get those few words. Just keep trying, he told himself.

[Mule]

Sudden it was all gone and she fell back into the real world, her mind spinning with new information. Slowly her breathing went down and she relaxed. Lifting the helmet and ripping the wires off of her skin, she stood up and brushed herself off calmly. Giving Dylan's expected nod, she crossed her arms over her chest and made for the door.

Though the bell hadn't rung for the testing to end, Sidnee made her own schedule. When she couldn't take anymore, she left, no matter what time it was. No doubt she was going to retreat back to her room, or go find Billy's glass and keep him company. It was Sidnee's usual routine. Some even thought that she had a minor case of autism because of how little she spoke and how very anti-social she was.

However, others argued against the point. Sidnee, personally, didn't know and wasn't caring. All she wanted was to find something to make her happy - and she thought that the first step was going outside and finding it.

Leaving the room, she paused outside and finally leaned on her knees, holding her head with one hand as it throbbed harshly, as it always did after a bad session. These migraines were a weakness she didn't like to display. Straightening up, she tried to catch her breath again and keep her head on. Someone still might come out and see her distress, and Sidnee was reluctant to have someone think she ever required help.

[&& a l y r a]

Dylan watched her go. Most of the time, he just let her but today, after talking to her, he felt compelled to follow her and see if she was okay. He held up a finger to the scientists before following seconds after her. Why Dylan did what he did, he would never know. He was way too nice for this and his other job that he had.

He opened the door and started looking around before seeing her. "Sidnee, are you okay?" he asked her softly. She looked horrible and hurt too. He wondered if she was like this everyday. "Is there anything I can do?"

[Mule]

Startled, she whirled to face the voice. Seeing Dylan, she relaxed slightly, although her face scrunched as she stared at her feet, one cheek going up and the corresponding eyebrow down, her upper lip curling. She put her hands on her hips. There was even a faint pinkness to her pale cheeks. Clearly she had not expected and did not want anyone to see her like this.

Shaking her head vigorously, and then wincing because this caused it to throb with a vengeance, she pursed her lips. "No. Nothing. Thanks." Three simple words. At least she had said something period. Often she refused to answer some questions about herself. She had even said thanks. Though she had no idea why.

Sidnee was worried about herself. She was acting quite odd whenever she got near Dylan. She had to be ill. Maybe it was all the information downloading that was messing with her mind. But why with just one person? It didn't make sense and thinking about it made her head pound harder.

[&& a l y r a]

"I think it looks like more than nothing, Sidnee," Dylan told her softly. He looked at the door, amking sure that no one else was coming out. He knew that if someone did, there was no way that he was going to get her to say anything.

"Is this the first time that you have been like this? Or has it happened before?" He looked her over for a second and pressed his lips together. "And please, do not lie to me. All I want to do is help you," he told her. Government or not, that was the truth. He didn't want to hurt her at all.

He watche her, only looking away every few seconds to make sure that no one was coming out. "Come on, Sidnee. Lets get you to your room, okay?" He told her, holding his hand out to her. He wondered if she was going to take it. He doubted it.

[Mule]

His sudden uproar of speech made her head hurt more. But Sidnee gritted her teeth, determined to remain strong, stronger than her pain. She decided that if he didn't want her to lie then she wouldn't say anything at all. A characteristic trait of stubbornness ran through Sidnee. Perhaps one of the few things she shared with Jessica and Amy.

Staring at the proffered hand, she looked up at the owners face for a long time, looking skeptical. After another moments deliberation she slipped her hand into his, looking hesitant. Sidnee loathed flesh contact with most people. However, she found herself almost enjoying this, the fruits of her pain. The sudden mother hen attention of Dylan and being able to hold his hand with innocence.

This was all crazy.

Sidnee was losing her mind. Something was wrong with her. She wished she could talk to someone, but if she told anyone about this weirdness inside, no doubt they would pity her or run her through new tests. Sidnee would hate that even more than these inexplicable emotions.