Waxing Moon
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2014
The clicking of heels could be heard echoing down the silver-coloured halls of the laboratory. Elizabeth sighed, calmly switching off the light to the microscope she was peering down. She gingerly removed the slide from the microscope, placing it in a metal container that sealed itself with a hiss of escaping air. She removed her sterile gloves and mask, placing them in the bin beside her. The organism she was working with was exquisite to say the least, and there was no way she was going to be able to work on it effectively with Catherine coming to investigate again.
She stood and turned to greet Catherine with a warm smile – which was not returned. Catherine was here, once again, to talk her out of her research. “Hello again, Catherine.” She said, untying the bun that was holding her brown hair back and letting it fall loose. “How nice of you to pay me a visit down in the lab. Was the office getting a bit stuffy?”
Catherine wore a tight dress over stockings, which on another woman might have been attractive. However, Catherine’s all-to-serious attitude certainly killed any romantic feelings she might stir in others. She looked Elizabeth up and down, peering down her nose at her. “I’ve simply come to urge you – “
“Yes, yes, to stop what I’m doing.” Elizabeth finished for her, retrieving her eyeglasses from her lab coat pocket. “You’ve been coming down here every night giving me the same speech. Just give it up. The research has already gotten the green light. There’s no stopping it now.” Both of their eyes turned to the form hunched inside the glass cage at the other end of the room – the subject in question. A stooping, grotesque looking creature that had yet to show any signs of communicating. It was the product of genetic manipulation and experimentation – Elizabeth’s baby – and it was remarkable. Regenerative powers, shape-shifting abilities, evidence of higher brain function… The more she learned the more she found herself holed up in the lab during the wee hours of the morning.
They turned their attention back to each other. “That said I don’t trust that thing. It isn’t safe, and we can’t control it.” Catherine said, waving a hand towards the cage. “Do you think that cage can really hold such a creature? Do you really think it would still be there if it wasn’t by its own choice? We have to incinerate that thing, before this gets out of hand!”
She stood and turned to greet Catherine with a warm smile – which was not returned. Catherine was here, once again, to talk her out of her research. “Hello again, Catherine.” She said, untying the bun that was holding her brown hair back and letting it fall loose. “How nice of you to pay me a visit down in the lab. Was the office getting a bit stuffy?”
Catherine wore a tight dress over stockings, which on another woman might have been attractive. However, Catherine’s all-to-serious attitude certainly killed any romantic feelings she might stir in others. She looked Elizabeth up and down, peering down her nose at her. “I’ve simply come to urge you – “
“Yes, yes, to stop what I’m doing.” Elizabeth finished for her, retrieving her eyeglasses from her lab coat pocket. “You’ve been coming down here every night giving me the same speech. Just give it up. The research has already gotten the green light. There’s no stopping it now.” Both of their eyes turned to the form hunched inside the glass cage at the other end of the room – the subject in question. A stooping, grotesque looking creature that had yet to show any signs of communicating. It was the product of genetic manipulation and experimentation – Elizabeth’s baby – and it was remarkable. Regenerative powers, shape-shifting abilities, evidence of higher brain function… The more she learned the more she found herself holed up in the lab during the wee hours of the morning.
They turned their attention back to each other. “That said I don’t trust that thing. It isn’t safe, and we can’t control it.” Catherine said, waving a hand towards the cage. “Do you think that cage can really hold such a creature? Do you really think it would still be there if it wasn’t by its own choice? We have to incinerate that thing, before this gets out of hand!”