~Ashlie's POV~

I woke up about two days ago, submerged in water. I'm still alive and breathing though, but it doesn't feel like I'm breathing through my mouth or nose. It feels like it's coming from the sides of my face and the sides of my stomach. I look down to see bright red gills through my black, now ripped, top, as well as blue skin. Look down further past my soaking body to see that my feet weren't on the floor. I was floating in the water slightly. I decide to do nothing while I wait, and save my energy.

~Time skip past a few hours waiting~

The door opened and my eyes shot open to look at the person who walked in. He had short, brown and curly hair, as well as deep blue eyes and a lab coat.
"So, you're alive. Good. Now speak so I can hear the sound of your voice." He told me in an eery tone. I know he's the fucker who did this to me, so I said nothing just to spite him. I'm also doing nothing else he tells me to do for the same reason. "Come on! Are you brain dead or something now? Or just dead in general?" He walked around the tank I was in, inspecting me. I turned my head to look at him as he walked around me to show him I was still alive and could what he wanted me to do, if I wanted to. "Ah! I see. You just want to make this difficult for me, don't you? Very well then. We'll have it your way, shall we?" With that he walked over to the door, opened it, and then walked over to a small control panel. He pressed a small purple button that drained all the water from my tank, then one that was red one that is now green. It opened the tank and the guy, who I presume is a scientist, stepped to the side, leaving me a way to escape. He knew I wouldn't just because he wanted me to try. I sat down instead. He sighed before saying "You're making that Cory boy look like god himself. Here." He placed a black top, dark blue leggings, red boots with a yellow stripe and a towel on the floor and left, shutting and locking the door behind him. He wasn't stupid enough to leave the door unlocked like in movies. I got up, got dryer off and changed my clothes. So there's at least one other person here, who's name is Cory. At least I'm not alone. Heh, I remember my old friend Cory. There's no way it's him though. For multiple reasons.