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Spectrum, is the new working title of the story.

Summary: Sydney Thorne works for a company who's name she doesn't know because it changes so often, as a guard of the experiments that have gone wrong. It was a life and one that she didn't see changing for a while. Except for when the heads of the company arrive and everything starts to change, starting with her new assignment.

Rating: T, for the most part. It'll eventually raise as chapters climb

Word Count: 19,204/150,000

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This is the very much un-beta'd start of the story. There is no prologue, it just starts. The horribly naught word is white'd out. But it's part of dialogue and the character. Feed Back would be appreciated.

Where it All Starts

In her dreams she was running. Always running, whether it was from fear or just the need to feel the air brush against her skin, she never really knew the reason when she woke up. But the sky was always bright blue--almost electric--and the leaves were so deeply green that they stood so far apart from any other color in the dream. As she ran, nothing snagged against her clothing and she never tripped, she just ran. It was endless; there was no edge to the forest—not unless she woke up in her sleep chamber. When she did, it all ended. The feelings that pulsed through her dreams faded quickly, and often she wondered if her boss had implanted some dream chip into her brain. However the procedure for that was even more complicated than the information disk that was planted into every single stitch of her clothing. Sydney pressed the flashing yellow exit switch and waited as the glass slowly meandered out of her way. Cool recycled air, brushed against her face welcoming her to the barren facility once more.


“Good dreams?” Jamie asked. He was propped against the doorframe, keeping it from sealing shut and allowing the soft noises of boots to echo throughout her room. “Or were you runnin’ again?” He took a bite of a bright red apple and grinned. She wasn’t certain why he was interested in her running dreams, but every once in a while he’d shrug off her questions with the words that they reminded him of home.


“You got it the second try.” She pulled herself out the cradled hold of the chamber, and stretched arching her back slightly while raising her arms above her head. Jamie gave her an appreciative look behind his apple. “Why are you here Jamie?”


“We got a shipment in and it ain’t supplies,” he told her. There was a dark spark of curiosity at what type of people had been rounded up and coerced into agreeing to be one of the many lab rats. Sydney couldn’t imagine such a deep desperation, yet then again the corporation preferred that its testing subjects were more of the incarcerated type. Tougher meat, the boss would say.


The moment her feet brushed against the cool metal, Sydney felt a shiver roll up her spine and curl around her body like a second skin. The facility was kept at a chilling 52 degrees Fahrenheit, and all guards—while one duty—were ordered to wear specified suits that kept the heat produced by a waking body close to the source. Yet, at night the suits were expected to be shed and the sleep chambers would keep the temperature. In the end, there were only a few moments when a person could feel the actual chill in the air, and maybe feel alive.


“How many?” she asked.


“Six or seven, no one knows for sure which means we probably got some sick