Chapter 27 - Human too

"Huh, is that it? I thought you were going to zoom out of here," the bearded man chuckled softly.

Reya tried getting up again, but her muscles felt like mush. As if like a mashed potato, they refused to move. She glared up at him from the floor.

He sighed and squatted next to her. "Let me guess, you over exerted and your muscles feel like mush," he said, patting her head.

She growled at him and said, "Don't touch me,

"Okay kitty, but let me check your legs," he said moving towards her back.

"NO don't, I don't need your help,"

"I didn't Say I was helping. I am researching," he said in a monotonous voice.

He softly pinched her thighs and nodded. "You have done a considerate amount of damage to your skin, tissues and muscles. But time can heal all," he said.

"Oh, I forgot, this needs to be documented," he said and pulled a small recorder form his pocket.

"Subject unknown, swift but stupid. Legs wounded considerable during acceleration. Maybe eight months to recover, maybe..." he said, tapping her knees.

She glared at him.

"Don't glare at me, dear; I'm just trying to help. But mind you, I'm no doctor, so I don't know how much longer it will take for you to heal," he said with a smirk.

"You... you.. You bastard," she shouted.

He cupped his ears and winced.

"Why are you so loud?" he said and lifted his recorder to his mouth. "Subject unknown, higher octave, very irritating to my mild ears," he said.

"You bastard, shut up," she shouted. My arms were extremely tired that she could barely move. Reya wiggled around and moved to the door like a small worm.

"Subject unknown, moves like a worm?" he said from behind her. "Appears to have feminine features, but has less... hair?" he said.

She turned back and threw a furious glare at him. "Who has less hair? Bastard, yours is overgrown like a bush. Mine is a cute a pixie cut," she screamed.

"Oh, that's a pixie cut? I've seen it styled better," he chuckled. "Hmm, no fashion sense. Subject seems to have no talent to blend in," he said.

She gave him another glare. 'What is wrong with this psycho? He keeps talking to her as if I'm an alien. This bastard is definitely from the loony bin.' she thought, biting her lips.

"Subject is biting her lips, almost looks human; ah blood color is also red. Further samples needed," he mumbled to his recorder.

As she laid plop on the ground he rushed over to the table to the left and brought back a kit. He opened it and brought out a Q-Tip.

"I'm going to collect some samples from the unknown subject." He said and brought the q-tip to her face.

"Don't touch me!! Don't," she shouted. Closing her eyes firmly, she waited for the imminent to happen.

A soft cotton tip touched her bruised lips. Reya slowly opened her eyes to find the guy putting the blood stained Q-Tip in a bag.

"Blood samples collected, have to collect saliva and urine samples," he said in a monotonous voice.

"WHAT!!! No never," she struggled on the ground. She could feel her muscles respond to her actions. But her legs were still too weak to stand up.

"Oh recovery time is quick, just 20 seconds," he recorded glancing at his watch. "Now, I'm going to collect saliva and tissue samples," he said and brought another Q-Tip to her lips.

She could not take it anymore. "HELP!!! MOM!!! HELP!!!" she shouted and wiggled.

"MOMMMM!!!!!" she screamed. But the guy stuffed the q-tip in her mouth and swiftly swirled it around.

"AHH HELPP!!" she shouted in vain.

Soon she could hear footsteps in the hallway.

"Help is on the way. Hmm sad, I thought I could collect some urine samples," he said and put his recorder away.

"Creep, don't ever touch me again. EVER!" she screamed to his face.

The door opened with a bang and Mr. Kooper rushed over.

"Reya, Reya, are you okay?" he whispered.

Looking at her improper attire, he removed his shirt and gave it to her.

Soon her mom rushed into the room.

"Oh my god Reya, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she slightly touched the bump on her forehead and hugged her.

"Mom," she cried and hugged her closer.

"Clive, what the hell happened? She looks petrified," Mr.Kooper said to the mysterious man.

Her mother kissed her forehead and whispered, "Mark, do you know him,"

Mr. Kooper had an awkward look and explained. "This is my little brother,"

He turned towards the man and smacked his head. "And you... how dare you treat a girl like that," he shouted at the man named Clive.

"Ow, but she's not human, I needed a sample to test my hypothesis," he said with a smirk. Only his beard moved on his face as he spoke.

"Idiot, she is human!" Mr. Kooper said.

"WHAT!!!" Clive said.