[Jacob]

*Setting: The Doctors looked nervously at each other as they watched over the body of Doctor Feeder. They were situated on a Hospital ward which was situated inside the Army base topside. Feeder was barely alive and had moniters attached to him, indicating his Heart rate. The curtains around his bed were closed and two Doctors were stood at either side of his bed. Feeder's neck was bandaged up and had some gauze placed were his neck wound was. He was naked, aside from his grey boxers which were concealed under the white bedsheet which was pulled upto his waist. The Doctors had sent for a DNA test a while ago, making sure that the injured Doctor was AIDS ridden and thus rendered completly useless before they carried on with any other plans. The whole facility who knew about the incident knew that Feeder would have contracted AIDS. It was impossible not to. But Orkhid management wanted to be sure that he had. In the unlikely case that he hadn't then they would keep him alive and await for him to recover. If he didn't show signs of recovery in 2-3 months they would kill him themselves and harvest his organs for transplants for other Orkhid personel. The clicking of shoes on the marbel floor echoed from the entrance of the ward. Looking at each other the two Doctors knew that the person coming would have the results. As the footsteps drew nearer the first Doctor stepped from the cover of the curtains and approached the messenger. His hair was dark brown and his eyes green. He was clean shaven and had a longish face. He was wearing the typical Doctors clothes, white coat, black trousers etc. As he cast his glance towards the sound he saw the Receptionist, she had red hair and had it up in a bun. Her dark brown eyes sparkled in the bright lights of the ward, as did her overly glossed red lips. She wore a flowery top and green skirt, which clashed severely with her red shoes. In her hand she held a sealed, white envelope. She smiled flirtaciously at the Doctor as she handed it to him, he took it anxiously and quickly dived back into the curtains. Looking fearfully at the other Doctor residing in there. His hair was also dark brown, but his eyes were hazel and his skin darker. He also had stubble on his face and a more squashed face on a whole.*

Doctor #2: "Well...?"

He looked at his partner, awaiting for him to open the envelope. Slowly he did so, tearing the flap quickly and nervously. He then slowly produced a white piece of paper with the results on. His eyes quickly scanned the computer printed writing. Once. Twice. Making sure he had read it correctly. He then slowly nodded and sighed.

Doctor #1: "Yup, he's positive..."

There was an air of disappointment in the small confinds. The first Doctor scrumpled up the results and threw them in a tin bin next to the bed. He then reached towards the moniter, flicking a small red switch. It blinked gently before flicking off. The Doctors then drew back the curtains and stepped onto the main floor of the ward, heading towards the exit. As they approached the double doors three guards heavily kitted out stepped onto the ward and made their way towards them. The Doctors knew what they wanted immediatly after seeing them.

Doctor #1: "Thats another for the incinerator..."

He spoke professionally and yet reluctantly. Turning his head briefly he took one last look at Feeder before the guards took him away to be destroyed...

***

*Setting: Calahan looked around the room nervously. He was in Silaks office, awaiting questioning about the past incident. The office was relativly large. Four bookshelves lined the walls, two on each side. These were filled with books, magazines, ornaments and replica artefacts. At the back walls of the room were three cupboards, all with glass doors. All were filled with awards and certificates and such, all praising Silak for his past work prior to becoming a Consultant. His desk and chair were situated infront of these glass cabinets, his chair was nothing more than a silver swivel one with black cusions. The desk was made from wood and topped with papers, documents and writing equipment. A gold Trophy stood proudly on the front corner of the desk, it was a simple sculpture of an Orkhid male pointing towards the sky, the plaque which stated why Silak got this award was facing away from Calahan and thus he couldn't read it. On the edge of the desk was a golden plaque which stated whom the office belonged to. On it, in black was the name 'J.E.Silak' followed by the smaller word 'Consultant'. Calahan sat with his hands between his thighs and his thighs clamped shut. His nose had stopped bleeding and was abit bent out of shape. His clawed hand had, had time to heal over. Thankfully with all the commotion over Feeder and how severe his wound actually was he was able to avoid getting tested for AIDS. Doing such a thing meant telling staff members whom asked, that he had already taken the test. And then telling others he was going to take it. Basically lying to the staff that he knew wouldn't speak to each other, not for a while anyway. Lifting his right arm up he tilted his hand so he could see the palm. The skin was beginning to join back up, leaving a paler slash across the surface. It had been 3 and a half hours since the attack and he figured that by the next day all traces of the cut would be non-existant. Then he could, hopefully, try and lead his life normally again. Although secretly he knew he could never return to normality, not when he knew he was contaminated. His mind began to drift into thought, only stopping when Silak entered the room. Quickly he put his hand back between his thighs and awaited for the Consultant to take his seat and begin the meeting.*

Silak: "Alistair Calahan, i presume..."

He stepped around Calahan and made his way to his chair. Sitting down slowly as he did so. He was wearing a white medical jacket with silver buttons. Calahan nodded meakly.

Calahan: "Y-Yes sir."

Leaning forwards Silak placed his hands on the desk, interlinking his fingers and staring straight at Calahan. Seemingly studying his body language.

Silak: "So. What happened?"

He asked inquisitivly, getting to the point immediatly. Intrigued by the Researchers side of the story. Calahan knew what he meant without asking. Inhaling deeply, he prepared to tell his side of things.

Calahan: "Well...me and Dr Feeder were preparing to take the blood of the child. But as we approached her with the needle, she began to get a little irrate. I was going to stop and take the test some other way, but Dr Feeder told me that she was restrained and that we might as well do it that way, with the needle. Anyway, as i continued she broke out...viciously attacking us...it was...awful."

Silak nodded wearily and sat back.

Silak: "Yes. And where were the guards at this point? I'm sure they could have restrained her..."

Calahan: "Ermm...they...they had left the room. We didn't know why...and didn't bother asking. They...they just did."

The Consultant nodded gently and then asked his next question.

Silak: "What about you? Were you injured or harmed at all, by her?"

Slowly Calahan shook his head. Keeping his right hand out of sight.

Silak: "What about you nose?"

Calahan: "Oh, oh no. This happened when i was pushed out of the way by the guards...i-i stumbled and fell into the wall. Heh. Clumsyness...the bane of my life."

He chuckled nervously. The room had seemingly got hotter and sweat was beginning to form in his underarms. He could feel it trickling down his sides. His mouth began to dry out, he found himself constantly licking his lips.

Silak: "Hmm. Ok. Tell me, did you provoke her in anyway? Even in the slightest?"

Again Calahan shook his head from side to side slowly. Knowing for a fact that he did.

Silak: "Ok. What about injecting her with any foreign substances? Or feeding her anything that could cause her harm?"

Calahan: "Erm...n-no. Dr Feeder did manage to inject some anaesthetic into her as she attacked him though..."

The interviewer nodded, running his hands through his hair.

Silak: "Ok, that'll be all. I may want to interview you some time in the future...so, keep your plans flexible."

Calahan slowly stood to his feet. His palms were soaked in sweat and he continuously rubbed them on his black trousers.

Calahan: "T-Thankyou, sir. And...and i will. Goodbye."

Silak nodded Calahan a 'goodbye' and watched as he quickly left his office...

***

*Setting: Quickly he closed the door shut. He was relieved that the ordeal was over, but knew he was nowhere in the clear. Backing away from the Consultants door he rested his back against the beige wall. Sweat was seeping off of him and he silently prayed that Silak didn't notice...*

Voice: "Alistair..."

Calahan turned in the direction his name was shouted from. Further down the corridor stood Janek. His black clothing and tall structure giving a fearful pressence throughout the Labs. He was like the mortal form of Death.

Calahan: "J-Janek...H-Hi. How are you?"

His boots clunked on the marbel floor as he approached the nervous Researcher. His eyes looking down upon the shorter Orkhid.

Janek: "Wvhat did you tell him?"

Standing at the side of Calahan and whispering this in his ear, his eyes flicked to the door of Silak and then back to the Researcher.

Calahan: "N-Nothing. I told him nothing...honest."

A low snarl came from Janek as his black-gloved, right hand grabbed Calahans shirt coller. Pushing him to the wall he leant in and spoke softly.

Janek: "You better be telling the truth, Calahan...If you told him anything about our little conversation earlier i wvill make you wvish you hadn't."

Calahan: "I swear!! I swear i didn't!! Please Janek, lets just forget about it, hm? Please...!!"

He looked deep into Janeks grey, metallic eyes. Knowing that the Consultant would do what he promised. Loosening his grip the Consultant let him go.

Janek: "Good. Now, lets get a bite to eat, eh?"

***

*Setting: The stench was unbearable. Vomit, excretement, urine, sweat and other foul substances littered the air. Aisha was sat in the small, dank, lightless room. It was the size of a portaloo and smelt even worse. She couldn't remember how she got there, nor what she had done to deserve such treatment. She could hear faint voices coming from behind the large metal door that imprisoned her. She yawned. Her jaw felt sore, infact her whole body did. Her veins seemed to be burning and her muscles ached. She wanted to sleep, but didn't want to risk lying on the floor, for fear of resting on something undesirable.
*Clunk*
She looked straight ahead. The door seemed to be getting unlocked. The voices became louder now as the door was opened and the room was illuminated more as the door opened further. As it did a figure blocked the light from shining upon her, a round figure. A sillouette of a chubby Orkhid. Aisha knew immediatly who it was. It was Cornesh...*

Cornesh: "Aisha...what, what have they done to you??"

He entered the room, covering his mouth as the stench infiltrated his nostrils. He then crouched down and stepped to a side, allowing the light to shine on her. She squinted and put her hand infront of her face, awaiting for her eyes to acclimatise.

Aisha: "W-Where have you been? I missed you...we've all missed you."

She pounced forwards, wrapping her arms around the Orkhids neck and sobbing as emotion overwhelmed her. Embracing her, he too became a little emotional. His hands stroked her hair, soothing her, telling her it was alright to cry.

Cornesh: "I'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry, Aisha. I will never leave you again, i promise!!"

She tried to speak but all that came out were broken sobs.

Cornesh: "Why did they put you down here? What did you do?"

He pushed her back and grasped her face. Looking deep into her eyes. Her tear filled eyes. She shook her head slowly, sobbing inbetween certain words.

Aisha: "I-I...I dont know. They...They were going t-to...rape me. B-But i cant remember...i cant remember what happened."

Love wrapped around his Heart and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. A disgusted feeling. His gut wrenched as he wondered who would do such a thing.

Cornesh: "Who...Who were they? Who tried to...to do that to you??"

Her head rested on his chest and he once again stroked her head. She replied, sobbing more as she remembered what they did to her.

Aisha: "I dont...dont know. One...One was called Feeder, Doctor Feeder. B-But i dont remember the other..."

He didn't need the other name. All he had to do was find out who Feeder was partnered with at that time...this would give him the second Doctors name. But right now all that mattered was Aisha's safety and comfort. He wanted her to be safe and as she cried in his arms he realised he would do anything to make sure she was...

(OOC: Whooop-di-doo. Longness or, like, what?? By the by, Orkhids regenerate and heal faster than humans.)