A weird nauseated feeling had passed over her for what felt like an eternity. There were odd noises and chaotic movement of random colors, swirling around is unrecognizable patterns. After a while, she opened her eyes.
There was an odd thing covering her mouth, steam rose out of two holes at the top. The only thing she could feel was small pains in her back.
She tried to look around but it only made her dizzy. She could see she was in a blue room, a lot of lights shined down on her. Suddenly the man from earlier came into vision, he took the strange mask off of her mouth. Dr. French kneeled down to look her in the eye, "You are okay now Wolfie. Your back will start to hurt in a few hours as your body gets used to the mutation. You won't be able to walk for a few days but you will be provided with food and water."
The brownish colored man appeared behind him, "What makes you so interested in Wolfgang?"
Dr.French turned to face the man, "Look at her! She's everything we've been working for! Her strength will make training easy, her ears are able to pick up more sound, her wings are too heavy to fly but they'll make for a good weapon. I don't see why you're giving up on her so fast,"
"I haven't given up on her!" He defended himself, "This is subject 432. That means there have been 432 failures and were running out of resources. Also, according to statistics males have been more promising for the operation than females. We should've used a male for this test."
Dr.French rolled his eyes then looked back at Amber, who was laying with her eyes half opened.

More humans walked in front of her, most muttered something she couldn't make out. Others writing things down on clipboards.
"Take her to the cage while she recovers. She'll be ready by tomorrow," said a woman in front of her.

Workers lifted her on to a cart and they pushed her down a long hallway. Dr.French whispering encouraging words as she rolled along. She tuned him out, still a bit dizzy. Where am I? She thought, trying to remember farther back. Shards of small, blurred thoughts came to mind like Math, Friend, and something called You-Tube. She had no idea what the words meant, but she felt they were important, somehow.

The cart came to a sudden halt in front of a jail style door. The workers opened the door and carried her in. They laid her down on a cot at the back of the room.
One of the workers sighed, "Bet ya she's over 300"
"Nah man I ain't fallin' for that again! I know you got inside info. I'm broke as it is," another responded.
"500 Londerian?"
"Make it 6 and you gotta deal,"
The two shook hands then walked out, "Don't try to move Wolfie, you'll snap your spine!" One called back as they locked the cage door and walked away.

Amber wished she could yell at them to not call her that, but she couldn't bring herself to even open her mouth.
She took the opportunity to look around the room, well, what she could see from her position. The walls and floor looked like solid concrete. There was a chain connected to the floor with a large clasp at the end. In another corner, there were two empty bowls. Above those bowls was a window, blocked by bars, that looked out on the hallway she's been carted down.

Amber closed her eyes, weary from the confusing, hectic day. Most of the pain she had felt was numbed but her back felt odd. Even so, slowly, she let sleep over come her.

Time ran differently in this place, or so it seems. Days were inconsistent and there wasn't a way to tell when to sleep and when to be awake, except the one light in Amber's cell.

Doctors and workers rushed in the room daily, injecting her with vibrant fluids and checking her vitals. Every time they left she was told the same thing: "Don't move." The words began to bounce around her head driving her insane! She itched to get off the cot and run down the hallway as fast as possible.
After the doctors, came the regular workers. They changed out some bags (also containing fluids). Tubes connected to these bags ran into a place in her wrist, another ran down her throat. It was uncomfortable but bearable. A day ago doctors came in to take the tubes out. She didn't remember them actually taking out the tubes but when she woke up they were gone. But she didn't remember the doctors actually putting them in either, so it sort of made sense.

Today, however, was different. Dr.French came through the cell door. He walked hesitantly towards her, a group of others watched from outside, "Hey Wolfie, how you doing?" He asked bending down.

Amber didn't move, just stared off into the distance. He sighed, a woman walked into the room, closing and locking the door behind her, "She's a mutant Dr. French, not a child!" She chided, "You just had to name her Wolfie!"

Name me? I have a name, Amber. Dr. French rolled his eyes, "Your vitals are looking good and you should be done with recovery. Dr. Jennifer and I will be taking you to the training facility,"
Amber picked up her head, movement felt odd since she'd been laying down for so long. She pushed herself to sit up on the cot. Dr. Jennifer helped her stand. Amber wobbled in her feet a little.
So this isn't where I lived? Amber thought, taking a last look around the place. Where ever she was, she was glad to leave. A bunch of stone walls didn't exactly feel homey.

They walked out the cell and into the main hallway. A worker grabbed her arm and licked a weird metal circle around it. He took her other hand and did the same, the two circles we'd connected by a chain. Her hands were stuck behind her back, no matter how hard she pulled on them.

Dr. French stood right next to her as they walked through long, bland corridors. They had just passed a series of dark, seemingly empty rooms, "Here is were we test chemical's effects on the colonies foods and make sure they receive top-notch nutritional values.."
He had been talking nonstop, giving her a tour of the area. It was annoying but a bit fascinating to know how many things, which Dr. French called, science was involved in. Even if she only had faint previous knowledge of what it means.

Dr. French's continuous blabber was then interrupted by Dr. Jennifer whispering into his ear. He nodded, pushed up his glasses, and refocused the conversation, "Enough about the place, what do you know?"

The guards slowed in pace and the following scientists held their clipboards in a different style. Amber looked down at Dr. French suspiciously.
"Do you remember anything about yourself?" Dr. Jennifer inquired, attempting at moving the conversation along to something far more important.
Amber shrugged, and pain struck through here arms, jolting her to the ground. The electrical current continued for a few seconds and she was one her knees. Struggling with the guards and fighting the chains.
Amber flopped to the ground, breathing heavily. Dr. French's shadow looming over her, "We asked you a question, Wolfie. That means you answer."

Tears rolled down her face as the guards forced her up. A few hit the tile floor before she gained control of herself, "T-That's my name?" Amber finally whimpered.
The scientist's pencils swiveled across their clipboards and one of the guards went to hold her arms in place, as the chain wouldn't hold them.
Dr. French stared at Amber in amazement, waiting for her to continue. Amber shifted with the guard still behind her, "Wolfie's my name? Well that's not my name! My name's Amber,"

"Well, Amber is not your name anymore," Dr. Jennifer began in a sassy manner, "You were human and that was your name. Now you're a wasted mix of failed, man-made mutations created by doctor Jonathan J. French. Which means he has the right to give you a name."

Frustration burned in Amber's mind, "But I don't like that name," They all stood perfectly still, half frightened Amber might do something to cause them harm, half annoyed she didn't understand, "You should call me by my name, right?"

"Your name is Wolfgang, we call you Wolfie. Think of it as...a nickname," Dr. French said taking a few steps toward her and put his hand on her shoulder.
Amber tilted her head in confusion, "Why would you call me that?"
Dr. French sighed, "It's time we get going on the usual trail for Kahstiles,"

The guards shoved her forwards and they started walking again, this time everyone in silence. So silent the irritable sound of shoes clicking against the tile and the scratching of pencils was driving Amber insane. They stopped at a door, a lot different from the other doors they passed. This one had a padlock at the side and looked as if it were sealed shut.
Dr. Jennifer punched in an 8 digit code, an odd sound came from the door before it popped open, steam coming out the sides.
Amber walked in to see a blue room behind glass. The scientists all stationed themselves along the clear wall along with Doctors French and Jennifer.
The guards forced her through another door and into the blue room. The door was immediately shut behind her. Amber turned around, expecting to see the emotionless faces through the glass but all she saw was a beast staring frightened before her.

The monster was in a blue room, just like Amber. It copied every motion Amber made, running backward, moving arms, even her facial expressions. That's when Amber realized it wasn't a beast at all, it was her reflection.