Subject 007: Angels of Death in White Coats

I quickly came back to the land of the living. It felt like taking my first breath. It was a little hazy, but everything came back to me... Was I dead...?

I could feel hands on my shoulders, wrists, and ankles. I thought it was Angels, but I soon found out they weren't... They were just men in White Coats. They were just Staff.

I looked up and around. The room was silent. The men above me were looking right at me. Well, in this case, they were looking forward... at somebody.

I raised my head, making a little noise. I could tell they already knew I was awake, but they seemed to be waiting for orders from somebody or... some...thing...

Beyond the glass, Dr. Frentz was standing there with two of his Assistants, who posed as Staff. Dr. Frentz was holding a clipboard and he was reading whether it was on it. Probably about me.

I looked at my legs... and I quickly found myself on an Operating Table.

Wait... Was this room a...

I looked around at the shelves and trays with... Operating Tools... they certainly didn't look like the ones used for surgery.

It seemed like Dr. Frentz wanted me to take it all in.

No... this was a... I was being put down.

"All right," Dr. Frentz began, waving his right arm, as if to gesture, "Let's get the Operation started."

After hearing those words, panic began crashing over me. I began screaming out in dear. The man who had held my shoulders reached over to a machine, while others held me down to strap me to the table.

I thrashed and screamed out again, trying to fight the men.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to say n"No, please no." I was so overwhelmed, I started throwing my head around so the one man in White wouldn't put a mask over my mouth and nose.

Dr. Frentz ordered more men in White to come in to hold me down while the ones who were already there, inserted an I.V. in my arm, and put a mask on my face.

I kicked at the men at my feet and I continued to trash.

I ended up smashing one of them in the face with my right foot.

I swear I slipped.

Two of the men in White slammed my head down, but that wasn't enough to hurt me. They were trying to get me to surrender or submit to them, but that didn't do any good as they thought it was going to.

I wasn't paying attention, but two of the men in White strapped my left ankle to the table.

That also wasn't going to work on me. I was still going to fight them. That's all I could do... Right?

I feel the men in White let go of my head and I tried to get up, but I got slammed back down on the table.

This time it hurt and it caused my vision to become a little bury. I think I was dizzy, but I could barely tell.

I didn't have any more focus than I had before I was slammed down.

As the Angels of Death in White Coats begin strapping me down to the table in they're restraints of misery, something is telling me to stop and let them have their way... but I don't want to. I wanted to fight until the black feathers that made up they're wings were no more. Until they were no more.

There's a sudden feeling in me. It won't go away. I am out of strength. I need... I need... I need.... I...

I have fallen into a hole in the path I walk down. The path that is laid before me. The one path that leads to my Destiny. I know what I should do right now. To keep myself from going insane, from becoming something I'm not... I need to find a way to climb out of the hole that was formed, drilled into the sidewalk. My path.

I let the mask be placed over my mouth and nose, and the needle slid into my left arm skin. I feel it poke into a vein.

"Special Test Subject 7295," Dr. Frentz began, "I hear by giving the order to be sedated before multiple Operations be done on you. As to your silence, I am taking your action to improve."

No. I don't want anything done on me. I wanted to say that. I really did. I really wanted to, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I looked up, watching Dr. Frentz through the glass.

"She's starting to feel..." Dr. Frentz started to say to the two Assistants who were standing at either side of him. "We can't have that."

The two Assistants looked at him, listening.

"If he becomes a failure, then it is possible that we will all... be killed. We must do all that we can."

I could hear what he was saying. Even the White Coats could, but they were working on me. They seemed to be in on what Dr. Frentz was saying because they were doing everything the Head Scientist-Doctor was saying.

Now that I started listening to what his words were, I started to think... What exactly was I to Dr. Frentz?

My body relaxed and my breathing slowed within a few seconds. Then I relaxed onto the Operating Table before my eyes went glassy.

I never felt anything like this. Everything was fuzzy. I almost didn't like it.

Some of the men in White Coats stayed to monitor my oxygen levels and pulse to make sure I didn't go too far under. There were no problems, but I was semi-responsive.

I didn't even know if I fell asleep. I could have, but I didn't dream.

The I.V. was removed. Even the mask before I was really back with them.

I was shakily helped onto the feet and was helped out of the room. I didn't appear to be anxious. I just looked really tired. When they took me to a room, I almost immediately crashed into the bed-like area that the staff made for me.

They kept me in the room for a few hours to let me sleep. I needed to be fully awake during the operations. Before turning the corner on the way to this padded room, I heard Dr. Frentz say to one of the men in White Coats that the First Operation has to be done after I wake up.

After I laid down, and pulled the blanket over me, I closed my eyes... and let the world around me go quiet.

Needles. That's all they poked me with. My arms and legs. Here and there, with big pinches of pain. I kept thinking "Was I not supposed to be/get harmed? Or was I if only it was ordained?"

I was awake, of course. For the entire Operation.

They didn't even strap me down to the table. Dr. Frentz watched me through the glass. I shivered and gently jerked each time after a needle was poked into my skin. I remained shivering after they were finished with me. They gave me time to take everything in before they wrapped bandage wraps around my arms and legs.

I had no idea what they injected inside of my body. The only thing that I did know, was that they had a single bottle that was from a creature one of the Scientist-Doctors had brought in. The bottle said "Anti-Dopamine".

Whatever that meant...

After the Operation was finished, a Staff and Guard escorted me back to my hospital room on foot. Each step I took, I winced in pain.

If the Staff and Guard noticed, they didn't give any sign of caring.

Later on that night, they had me take a shower, but not alone.

Two Staff rubbed me down within large brushes. I don't like cold showers, never did. I missed having the shower room to myself for a few minutes. Now I have to have somebody with me and somebody to watch me. Dr. Frentz and two of his Assistants were always there behind the glass to watch. Taking notes or whatever they had or chose to write down.

Sure, Dr. Frentz was now here with me like he always used to, but this was a different feeling. A different way than what had been before.

"So don't let me go."

This definitely wasn't comforting. I was scared of Dr. Frentz. I wasn't ever going to forget what he did. After the showers, I was put back in my room. No dinner was given to me. Maybe this was a part of the Operation.

The curtain was closed and the light was turned out. The door was closed and I was left alone with my own thoughts and plotting of going aloft.

"Steal me away and make me yours"