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October 6, 2014
PURE WHITE
Sheile found herself surrounded by
white. The glint of pure white walls, floor, and ceiling were harsh
on her eyes. She squinted. Sheile didn't know where she was. How had
she come to be here?
She looked down at her clothes.
Small pink lines streaked her loose black skirt. Sheile wore a grey
blouse that had a white swirling pattern to match.
The clothes Sheile had worn to the
party last night, now rumpled. Sheile had dressed what she considered
appropriate for the bachelorette party the girls had put together for
Katie. They were young and free. Noise came booming from the club as
the group had entered the joint they'd booked. Sheile had hesitated,
but was pulled in by her group, ready to live it up. Sheile sat at a
corner table while the others laughed and went out to shake their
bodies on the dance floor that evening.
The bachelorette party soon became as rowdy as their surroundings, intoxicated. Sheile had three drinks the entire night. Her head pounded. Someone, either one of the girls or a random stranger at the club, must have slipped something in her Red Cocktail. She's also tried the Canadian whiskey, and a Tropical Volca blend. It was a special occasion, after all.
The bachelorette party soon became as rowdy as their surroundings, intoxicated. Sheile had three drinks the entire night. Her head pounded. Someone, either one of the girls or a random stranger at the club, must have slipped something in her Red Cocktail. She's also tried the Canadian whiskey, and a Tropical Volca blend. It was a special occasion, after all.
Sheile covered her eyes against the
glare. A clapping sound shocked her up right. Eyes wide, Sheile
searched for the source of intrusion. She startled as a tall man and
woman wearing white lab coats entered through a previously invisible
doorway.
“Hello, Sheile.” said the man. “I'm Doctor Joe. This,” said the man, jestering to the woman who stood next to him carrying a clipboard, “is Nurse Fran. We will be servicing you today.” he stated matter-of-factly. Sheile was confused. “Service? What...kind of service.”
“Hello, Sheile.” said the man. “I'm Doctor Joe. This,” said the man, jestering to the woman who stood next to him carrying a clipboard, “is Nurse Fran. We will be servicing you today.” he stated matter-of-factly. Sheile was confused. “Service? What...kind of service.”
Her heart fluttered. Hopefully they
meant room service. Sheile desperately wanted this to be a Candid
Camera joke. Again she looked around, searching to find the tell-tale
bulbs of live-feed cameras. Someone, perhaps Bethany, had put them up
to this. Nothing of this nature had ever happened to Sheile. She
lived a very conservative lifestyle with her 9am-5pm job, going to
church twice a week, visiting her parents on the weekend.
Dr.Joe looked at her kindly. The nurse
spoke up briskly,“You have been enrolled in the WEHN project.”
“What?” “Women Examined for a Healthier Nation.” This was
getting weirder by the moment. “I didn't sign up for WEEN...or
whatever you people call yourselves!” Sheile said firmly, her voice
raising by an optical.
Fran handed her the clipboard. Sheile stared down at what her hand held, without comprehension. The nurse pointed a long finger to the signatures at the bottom of the form. “Is that your handwriting?” Sheile looked at the scribbled hand dumbly. It was. Her voice shook as she responded. “Yyes...” What..Why. HOW? Sheile glanced up furiously. “What kind of shit is this.” she snapped, lashing out at the pair.
The clipboard clattered to the white floor. Now it was their turn to look startled. The doctor looked at his partner. You're a woman- explain it to her. Fran cleared her throat. “Well,” she began.
Fran handed her the clipboard. Sheile stared down at what her hand held, without comprehension. The nurse pointed a long finger to the signatures at the bottom of the form. “Is that your handwriting?” Sheile looked at the scribbled hand dumbly. It was. Her voice shook as she responded. “Yyes...” What..Why. HOW? Sheile glanced up furiously. “What kind of shit is this.” she snapped, lashing out at the pair.
The clipboard clattered to the white floor. Now it was their turn to look startled. The doctor looked at his partner. You're a woman- explain it to her. Fran cleared her throat. “Well,” she began.
October
7, 2014
“You have been
selected for WEHN out of thousands of candidates, young miss. I
admit,” Nurse Fran said, shooting a look at the doctor. “you were
a bit disheveled when the agents brought you in.” She peered at the
girl closely, asking, “How many drinks did you have last
night, Ms... Sunkle?”
The nurse finished,
looking down for a name. No one called Sheile by her last name, but
she wasn't going to correct these creeps. Sorry. Unsavory company.
“Three.” she sniffed, perturbed.
“Humh.” the
nurse noted this. Low alcohol tolerance. Unique for a Super's
weakness.
A frown settled on
both the nurse and the girl's lips. Sheile looked critically at the
medical team. She examined their faces for any hint of crooked
motivation. Conceit, even. The two were either really good liars, or
well... I don't know. Sheile thought. Explanations were just
making her even more confused by the minute.
Fran and Joe, as
she came to know the pair, were to be her medical handlers.
Project WEHN was
basically to create female supers modeled after classic heros:
Superman, Flash, Professor X, Wolverine, etc. Sheile only had a vague
knowledge of the X-Men, and couldn't remember which heros resided in
what comic universe. Not surprising, if you considered her bad
memory.
Sheile was still amazed that they had chosen her for a secret government program to train supers from natural ability. Your biogenes are perfect for developing a WEHN Super. Fran had told her. Sheile was still skeptical, but they had allowed her one phone call, with a stern warning not to blab. Just like jail. Sheile said wryly. It's for your own protection. Had been the response. If you were to become the target of foreign assassins, neither you, nor your family and friends would be safe. Huh. One way or another, Sheile would have to bide her time. She was stuck. It was...annoying. But, at the same time she saw so many new objects and devices in the lab, Sheile was fascinated by her surroundings the majority of the time.
She only got homesick at night. Alone in the dark, Sheile thought of home. Home. She sighed, turning over with a humph. A red light blinked in the corner of her living accommodations. Her quarters- just like a ship. The obvious live-feed monitored Sheile's sleeping and free time activities while sending a clear message. Even if we seem friendly, and laugh and joke with you, we're always watching. This creeped her out a little. The two were so nice. She wanted to trust them.
Sheile was still amazed that they had chosen her for a secret government program to train supers from natural ability. Your biogenes are perfect for developing a WEHN Super. Fran had told her. Sheile was still skeptical, but they had allowed her one phone call, with a stern warning not to blab. Just like jail. Sheile said wryly. It's for your own protection. Had been the response. If you were to become the target of foreign assassins, neither you, nor your family and friends would be safe. Huh. One way or another, Sheile would have to bide her time. She was stuck. It was...annoying. But, at the same time she saw so many new objects and devices in the lab, Sheile was fascinated by her surroundings the majority of the time.
She only got homesick at night. Alone in the dark, Sheile thought of home. Home. She sighed, turning over with a humph. A red light blinked in the corner of her living accommodations. Her quarters- just like a ship. The obvious live-feed monitored Sheile's sleeping and free time activities while sending a clear message. Even if we seem friendly, and laugh and joke with you, we're always watching. This creeped her out a little. The two were so nice. She wanted to trust them.
“First off,”
Joe said in the weight room, “We need to test your physical
limits.” Fran brought out several colored wires. They led her to a
treadmill. The wires were arranged on her arms, head, neck, and
torso- three going under Sheile's shirt on her sides. She felt a cross
between a tussed-up turkey and heavily decked Christmas tree. She
looked at herself doubtfully. “I don't prefer to use a treadmill.”
“Why?” Sheile shrugged, “It feels like I'm going nowhere. A
waste of energy. If I have to move in rapid succession, it should be
outdoors. Nature's residence.”
October
8, 2014
“Well, humor us
with the treadmill, and Dr. Joe will take you around the property
next time.” Nurse Fran assured Sheile. Dr. Joe, who had been
crossing his arms, raised his brows but didn't comment.
Sheile glanced
between the pair and let out a loud sigh.
Bordering on a yawn, she covered her mouth as it opened wide to let oxygen circulate. She hadn't slept well on her first night in the lab. Stepping onto the treadmill, it began to roll slowly. Boring. The speed was increased. Still nothing but a stroll for Sheile. She was a runner. Even did Track during her high school career.
She yawned again. Her legs picked up as the speed did. Sheile was now doing six miles an hour. Eight. Ten. Now they had her heart rate up! She began to jog with the machine, breathing loudly over the hum of the belt. Sweat was building on her forehead. Twelve. Sheile let out a final breath. Phew! She was done. The woman drew a cutting motion under her neck, signalling the team to stop the treadmill. Beep,beep,beep went the speed control as the machine was turned off. Breathing deeply, Sheile bent over, pressing a hand to her side, holding her aching ribs. Catching her breath, Sheile's head came up, grinning at her medical team. “Phew! Boy, I love to run! Now, there's nothing like doing it outside!” Sheile exclaimed, taking another sweet long breath of oxygen.
There was an oxygen tank close by that she hadn't needed to use- yet. In time perhaps, but at the moment her body hummed with extigese. Running had woken her up, fueling Sheile for more...when her legs stopped feeling like jello!
Bordering on a yawn, she covered her mouth as it opened wide to let oxygen circulate. She hadn't slept well on her first night in the lab. Stepping onto the treadmill, it began to roll slowly. Boring. The speed was increased. Still nothing but a stroll for Sheile. She was a runner. Even did Track during her high school career.
She yawned again. Her legs picked up as the speed did. Sheile was now doing six miles an hour. Eight. Ten. Now they had her heart rate up! She began to jog with the machine, breathing loudly over the hum of the belt. Sweat was building on her forehead. Twelve. Sheile let out a final breath. Phew! She was done. The woman drew a cutting motion under her neck, signalling the team to stop the treadmill. Beep,beep,beep went the speed control as the machine was turned off. Breathing deeply, Sheile bent over, pressing a hand to her side, holding her aching ribs. Catching her breath, Sheile's head came up, grinning at her medical team. “Phew! Boy, I love to run! Now, there's nothing like doing it outside!” Sheile exclaimed, taking another sweet long breath of oxygen.
There was an oxygen tank close by that she hadn't needed to use- yet. In time perhaps, but at the moment her body hummed with extigese. Running had woken her up, fueling Sheile for more...when her legs stopped feeling like jello!
Sheile strode back
to her quarters with Nurse Fran at her side. Her throat still ached a
little from the exertion, but truth be told- she was used to it from
her years in Track. It was expected, just like the pain that came
from stretching out stiff limbs.
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