"Is our asset ready?" Echoed a smooth, commanding voice. A man, tall, lanky, pale beyond compare, with bright red hair, and the coldest eyes imaginable strode down a white hallway. His footsteps bounced along the walls announcing his presence to those who had not heard his voice.
"Yes, sir, she's awake now," replied a small, wiry, hunch shouldered man with a pristine white coat around his shoulders.
"Perfect," the red head smirked. "Let's see her, shall we?"
His companion, the mind behind the operation, adjusted his thin framed glasses and let out a nervous laugh. "I don't think that's such a good ide-"
"Let's see her....shall we?" Glowered the other.
"Right. Of course sir," the scientist stammered, his footsteps a hurried shuffle as he guided his boss to the designated laboratory.
Swiping a key card, the two men were permitted entrance, and the large door slid open to reveal a plain looking room. Across the way, strapped to a metal examination table now elevated in a vertical position, rested a girl half dressed and very thin. Her skin was nearly translucent.
"She's ravishing."
"She's still fragile," warned the scientist.
"Hello dear," the man continued, ignoring his colleague.
"Who are you?" The girl whispered, her lips dry, cracked, and bloodied. Her piercing eyes were weary, and she trembled as if the room were frozen over.
"Your big brother, don't you remember?"
"I-I don't remember much of anything," The girl admitted.
"That's, alright," the man grinned like a Cheshire Cat, "we'd be happy to fill you in, wouldn't we doctor?"
The small scientist nodded eagerly. "Of course, sir."
"Perfect," the man turned curtly on his heel and spoke directly to his colleague, "lets see what kind of monsters our little sister can make."