They dragged me into a laboratory of some kind and strapped me into a table. I struggled but it was no use.

The straps were too tight and digging into my wrists. They felt like they were trying to cut off the blood flow to my hands. They would definitely leave a mark.

The two massive men walked over to the door, standing on either side of it. They were as stiff as toy soldiers.

The doors opened and India walked in, in her hand a clipboard. She smiled a smile of pure venom. "Well, Annabel," she said, smirking, "How do you like being strapped to a table?"

"It's more than I could of wished for," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "I feel honoured to be strapped to be a table. There is truly no greater honour."

India laughed. "You're hilarious," she said. Clearly, she  was fluent in the language of sarcasm as well. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, changing the subject.

"We want to take the next step in human evolution," she said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why can't you just wait until it occurs naturally?" I questioned. "Oh, waiting is boring," she said,"It takes far too long. Why not just speed it up?" "Why human test subjects?" I asked,"Why not animals?" "Animals react differently to the chemicals," she said simply,"And I don't want anymore questions, thank you."

I didn't say anything but my blood boiled. Oh, how much I wished to tear her head off at that moment. I would enjoyed hearing her screams. I would've basked in her agony.

But I stayed still, not protesting. "Oh good," she said," You'll co-operate. Most people don't want to." I gave her a death glare. "I will stay still but I will not co-operate," I spat.

"Hope you survive," she said, laughing, not at all intimidated by me. And with that she walked off, cackling to herself.

The doors opened for a second time, only this time men and women dressed in lab coats came in. They set up their 'lab' around, as if I was just another attempt at a experiment. Which I was. Unfortunately.

A man walked up to me. He had rounded spectacles, and was going bald. The remains of his hair were a pale brown speckled with grey and white. He was reading from a clipboard similar to India's.

"Annabel Bendis," he read off the clipboard, not even glancing up at me,"Aged 16. Blood type: A positive. Height: 5 foot 8. Weight: 119 pounds." He turned away from me to talk to one of the other scientists.

Another scientist approached me. This one was female with a head of red hair and warm brown eyes. She was quite short.

She connected a heart rate monitor to me. Then she put a piece of sticky paper with a wire attached to it on my forehead, which was connected to a machine that I assumed took my temperature.

She then walked off and the older man walked over. The clipboard was gone, replaced by an injection with purple liquid inside of it.

When she stabbed the injection into me, it felt as if ice was going through my bloodstream. It was freezing cold and my body-temperature dropped below zero.

I felt like I was going to freeze to death. I felt like I was standing in the middle of the Artic, only no special coats or gear could warm me up.

Then the ice turned to fire. It burned as if someone had liquidated the sun and injected into my veins. It was pure agony. I wanted to scream but the pain was beyond screaming about.  It had passed that point ages ago.

Death seemed like a nice option right now. Why not just kill myself and get it over with? No more pain, no more misery. But I didn't want to die like that. Pushed to the brink.

I felt the darkness creeping over me, threatening to pull me under. I fought it, wanting to stay conscious. But it eventually overcame me, as good a fight as I put up, and everything went dark.

Okay what do you think the experimentation will do to her?