The Great Escape (Shizzy of the face)

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They would be coming for her soon. She had heard them talking about it. She was going into a new project today. She didn't know what, the scientists had moved away before hearing the details. Not that she really cared.

Nancy sat up on her bunk bed, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of her face. Her cell was small and sterile, lit with harsh neon lighting. She looked toward the door. She didn't really want to go. She hated the tests. But there wasn't much she could do about it.

There were footsteps in the hallway now. They always sent large guards to escort her. Not that she resisted. Nancy felt disconnected from her body for the most part, like it wasn't really happening to her.

The door slid open and two guards entered, each moving to either side of her. Nancy stood up, not bothering to fight. She was waiting for the right time. And resisting to early would just make that time harder to find.

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There would be no chance of her escape yet.

All of them tried. She had watched many different escape attempts happen, always by the new people to TRIM. Oh the Pilot Candidates always tried to put on the best escape. And how they pleaded for release. Death was the sweetest one for them. It was the only one really. Unless you were a guard, a space ship captain delivering supplies, or you worked for TRIM, you didn't get escape.

You died here.

Bristling down the hallway, she waited for the guards to hurry up. A woman who looked so young had a data pad in one hand, while the other wearing a delicate white satin glove held nothing. She always hid her hand, it was grotesque in her eyes, but necessary. Her brown hair pulled up into a bun, held in place by two varnished pieces of wood, real wood for that matter. Thin rimmed glasses delicately resting on her button nose, her eyes flashed to her data pad. Ah yes. Patient  Psi Sigma Upsilon. Not a regular patient at all. No no...very...special in these proceedings.

"Guards, you will also escort us to Private Lab Fourteen Twelve please." Her voice was curt and sharp, turning on a heel as she marched her following troupe to the specific room. Good. All was going according to plan really. For the last few days their patient had been given a few special injections. Today was going to be the final one, the last one that she hoped would put this all behind them. They got to the sterile white lap, a tray with several different canisters and devices rest near a very large operating table that seemed to have several very secure latches for holding arms and feet, as well as the head, neck, and stomach area.

"Lock her in, double check the strength of the locks, and then wait by the door. Outside...the door." No one must know of this. The only one privy to this was herself, Zachary no doubt, and a few scientists and Necromancers. She could resist being strapped in of course, but four burly guards, all in their special armour fighting her was going to be a challenge. When Nancy was finally bolted into properly the woman approached. "How are we today Nancy? Do you remember me? Gwen? Yes...it's me again." She gave a smile as she picked up a rather strange canister filled with a bright red liquid. It seemed to glow and move, littles spots of black moving about all on their own. "Today is the big day now...the day we've all been waiting for. We get to see what happens to you Nancy." She handed the canister over to a man next to her, stepping back behind a protected area with different scanners and active deep tissue scanners.

"Shall we begin? Inject the subject please." That was all that was needed. The thin needle stabbed into Nancy's chest, right to her heart. The quickest delivery system really, albeit a very painful one at that. It made Gwen's spine shiver at that. It would take a while, hours for the serum to properly work, for the new virus to get into her system and start it's radical change...but Gwen wanted to be here for the initial injection.

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Nancy hated Gwen. No. That wasn't quite the word for it. Abhorred, loathed, despised. These worlds all paled in the face of the feelings she felt for Gwen. Gwen was one reason Nancy couldn't give in and let the darkness take her. Oh no. Not yet. Not until she had her revenge.

Her dark eyes narrowed at Gwen picked up the vial. She did not like how that looked. And she hated even more Gwen's smug expression, so close yet unable to touch. Then she screamed, her body jerking as the needled entered her chest.

It burned as it flowed through her. She could feel it inside her, wiggling, moving through her blood. Then it smoothed out, not longer burning and wiggling. She couldn't feel anything anymore but the pain from the injection.

Nancy's eyes rolled back in her head and her struggling stopped as she relaxed against the chair. She was going to take her chance now. She had to get away and plan her revenge before it was too late. She was going to destroy that bitch. Rip that smug expression off her face and hear what music her screams made. Yes. Soon. For now, she played unconscious, waiting for them to leave.

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Gwen could only keep an expressionless face, somewhere between indifference and boredom. It wasn't her fault Nancy was here. Gwen was just lucky, because as a Necromancer, a magic user, she even could have ended up here. Luckily she ah...had usefulness, and was the director here. She didn't much care for ending up like the rest of the cattle here.

"Hmm...this was to be expected." Gwen murmured as she came out from behind the protective area and inspected Nancy. She lifted her eyelids to look at her eyes, which were still rolled back in her head. She checked her pulse, all that sort of thing before shaking her head. "Well, she'll be out cold for a little while. Very well, monitor her carefully, you'll have to take the restraints away to get at a deep tissue scan of her body, I want to see cell results within the next thirty minutes." Gwen ordered the scientists, who began to set up for the cell scans, moving in different equipment and what not.

"Guards, if you will accompany to Wing Omega." With that, Gwen and the four guards packed up, leaving the scientists there. Gwen could only shake her head at the lack of proper security. Who ever ran the station before her was very lax, she was redesigning the entire security system, using different measures for everything. It was a pain, but it would be worth it.


Back with the scientists, they began to remove the restraints from her, moving the big machines closer to her to start getting better a better reading of her blood and body. They hadn't a clue how long this virus would take, but they were hoping results would be quick, even just a few small ones for that matter.

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Nancy didn't stir for a few moments, until she was sure the guards were gone. Then she exploded in a flurry of fast, violent movement. The scientists were not fighters and Nancy had the casual brutality of insanity. It didn't take long before they were dead or rapidly dying and Nancy was already racing down the bright hall way.

Shit. Where do I go!? Gwen....no! Not yet. Escape first. But where? Shitshitshitshitshi t! SHIT!

Nancy never stopped moving as she tried to work out where she was going. Her hand gripped a scalpel, the blood on it dripping down onto her hand. She had to get off this station. She would be found if she stayed here.

Her breathing was ragged, hard to control. She had to calm down. She hadn't felt this alive sense she had arrived at TRIM. And she was having trouble controlling the strong emotions. But she had to. She had to stay calm if she was going to get away. And plan her revenge.

That thought had a calming effect on the subject. The raw adrenaline began to calm, she was in control. She was. Her movements became less erratic. She was no longer just avoiding capture, she was moving toward the docking station.

Another unlucky scientist ended up dead in a hallway, his throat sliced open. Though luck seemed to be smiling on Nancy.

You see Nancy. It's because God is smiling on you. He wants you to get away. It's fate. It's destiny. He wants you to get away. To kill Gwen.

Nancy smiled at that thought, pressing up against the wall as he peered around a corner. There. God was on her side. He was protecting her. And he had given her the gift of this ship.

And Lady Luck seemed to be making up for lost time today as Nancy crept onto the small trader. Seating herself into the pilots seat, the girl spent a few frantic moments trying to wrestle her mind under control. She knew how to fly this. She did. She just had to think, focus!

Then he hands began to move, starting the ship up. She had to get out of there. She would plan where she was going later. Now she just had to get away. Before they noticed. But she would be back. Back for Gwen.