Sarah McMillan woke up in a dim room, disoriented and with a headache. She tried to struggle, and discovered she was tied to a chair. She tried to remember what happened.
"I guess I did guess your weight," a female voice said. "Good."
"What did you do to me, you psycho!!" Sarah said.
A girl emerged into the light. She was attractive, and smiling...but she was also clearly the one who had kidnapped her.
"Nothing yet...well, I did drug you a bit...but that was just so you'd come down here. You see, I need someone to test on, and well, Kyla sort of hates your guts."
"What does that nerd have to do with this?" Sarah said.
"See, Kyla is actually pretty smart. But she isn't good at confrontations. Fortunately, I am." She gently ran a hand along Sarah's face. "It isn't very nice to bully people, is it, Sarah?"
"When I get out of here, you are going to be locked up for life," Sarah insisted.
"I don't think I am," Lia said. She pulled over a small table with another syringe and a rather large vial of glowing green liquid. "I need someone to test this on."
Sarah paused. "What is that stuff?"
"Well, Kyla called the first one #189. I mixed this variant up just for you...so #190 I suppose. 189 is how I got here," she said. "I'm looking forward to seeing how it works. I'm not even sure why it works...I mean, it's interesting something that wasn't designed to have such a drastic effect does." She started a nearby video camera and injected the entire syringe into Sarah's arm. "This is Test #190. Sarah McMillan. Subject is aggressive, argumentative, and downright rude. If my hypothesis is correct, she'll be much more pleasant soon enough."
Sarah began to feel very warm.
