Fear Me

I loved the sounds of fizzing and bubbling things around me. Test tubes, journal entries, and various other things were scattered across the foor and file cabinets. Books stacked up beside an Experimenting Table, where I loved to torture innocent animals. But today, I had gotten a call from a much more interesting test subject.

First off, they were dead. In a way, they were dead, but also alive. This perplexed me greatly when I got the call for this test subject.

Secondly, they were human. Ish.

Thirdly...they were the last of a kind. A member of an extinct race. Well, several - which made them a treasure. They refused to tell me the gender, so I had to figure out when they came.

My laboratory was a bit of a mess, so in my spare time, I organized it. I have a basic earthly phone hooked up to one of the outlets where animals call via telepathy or just a reg. phone, telling me that they're next and will be coming by soon. It's almost like a little buisness, if you wish, but much more fun.

When I heard the knock at the door, I saw a great fluffy beast in the shape of a Drayjon standing by the door with a cage. And I immediatly recognized what they meant with the phone call.

"Which one's going?" I asked hoarsely.

"The little jerk in the cage."

I bent down on my four knees and saw the pittiful looking human trapped inside. They were right - she was both dead and alive. A ghost, maybe, but she was solid. And very, very scared.

Scared animals are the most fun to play with.

I grabbed the cage and walked over to the Experimenting Table. "Stay if you want, but it's better if it's alone." Footsteps echoed behind me and I knew that the creature had left.

"Let me out," The girl's voice was so pittiful it made me want to laugh.

"Oh, you WILL be let out. Onto here." I snapped my fingers and teleported the raggety thing onto the ET and strapped bands of hybridized steel and a demonic substance to her wrists and ankles.

For once, I almost didn't want to test out horrible things on her - that look in her eyes told me everything about her. But silver hair receives no mercy.

"Alright!" I clapped once and started pacing the room. I always liked to let my test subjects choose what fate they wanted. Everybody's gotta have some freedom, you know. Even if it's me who's doing it. "So, what's your favorite - fire, ice, electricity, or cyborg implants?"

"Get me out!" She squeaked. That wasn't an answer for me. I looked through my file cabinets and picked one file that read in bold black letters INSTRUCTIONS FOR...the last word was muddled and faded out. I liked it, anyway. I quickly read through it and immediatly got to the point of this. But I had to know some things first.

I leaned in and brushed my claw across her chin, which made her shiver like crazy. "What's your name?"

"S-sky." I could tell that wasn't her real name.

"GIVE ME YOUR REAL NAME OR ELSE THIS WONT WORK!" I shouted on purpose to intimidate her. She paused. "First, middle, and last, please. I'd like to document this."

"J-jessica," She looked like she was about to cry. "Jessica R-rosalyn Moonsina."

"That's better. Thank you." I wrote her name down on a blank sheet of paper so I wouldn't forget. "You get one second shorter of a torture test for almost cooperating."

"W-what are you g-going to do?" Jess' voice broke at the first sound she spoke. This was clearly a distraught girl.

"My, my. Do you mind if I call you Jay-Jay? I like giving nicknames. Nice name...Jessica. But Jay-Jay is better. So ANYWAYS!" I slapped my hand down on the cabinet to emphasize my authority over this laboratory. "I can't quite tell what I'm going to do, since you are truly one of a kind. Do you have any siblings, Jay-Jay?"

"Y-yes," My test subject responded shakily. "J-jake. But he's..."

"Dead?" I cut Jay-Jay off. "I knew it. That helps." I scribbled down that bit of information as well. It's always good to document EXACTLY who you're testing on. "You're very predictable, you know that?"

Silence.

"So, lets get down to buisness." I wanted to know more about Jay-Jay. Names weren't enough. "Pretend you're in a room with a councilor and tell me your life."

"NO!" My first thought to her scream was ''Geez. That kid can shout''. But I had the authority in this lab. I don't believe in the use of whips, so I used my voice.

"YOU WILL TELL ME YOUR HISTORY RIGHT NOW, JESSICA ROSALYN MOONSINA, OR ELSE THERE WILL BE A FUNERAL RATHER THAN A TEST!!"

TBC