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Voices; a heavily accented one, a few others. Nix tried to open her eyes. There was a bright light, so bright that it hurt. "She's waking up," she heard a female voice say. Nixie blinked and squinted. Everything was still so fuzzy. As the room came into focus, she felt a sharp pick on her left arm and she looked down to see someone jabbing her with a needle.

She tried to pull her arm away, but she was strapped down. Instantly her heart rate picked up, but once again, the dizziness overtook her. "Put her back into the machine, and erase her memory. Is the tattoo finished?" Tattoo? Machine? "Wait... what's happen-", Nixie's voice faded out and the darkness overtook her again.

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Nixie woke up in a bed. It was comfortable. She was wearing a generic set of clothes. Black fitted leggings of sorts. The men would be put into something more along the lines of work-out sweats. She was wearing a grey tank top that didn't quite meet the top of the pants. The men would be put into grey t-shirts or wife-beaters. She couldn't recall how she'd gotten into the clothes, or the bed.

In fact, she didn't remember arriving here. She did remember getting off the plane. She was here for a study, she knew that much. Nixie sat up in the bed and her bangs fell over her right eye. Dizziness was wearing off. Her ponytail was still in place, and she reached up to tighten it, noticing something on her left arm.

She gasped. There was a tattoo down her left forearm that read, "094386". She rubbed at it, but stopped. It was still tender, but not that tender. It had had plenty of time to heal. How long had she been out for? What was going on?

Two days in fact had passed since Nixie had arrived at LTB. It was Saturday night now. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and found her footing on the wooden floor of her room. The room was large, as was the bed. The walls were darkly painted, and the windows were covered with black-out curtains.

She paid no mind to the room for now, wanting to get out of it, and find someone who could tell her what was going on. Nixie padded barefoot across the floor, and to the door, which she opened, stepping out onto the thinly carpeted floor of the hall. There were people there. They wore uniforms that were clearly made of some kind of armor. They wielded large guns. Nixie's heart rate picked up again.

"Hello?" she called to them. But none of them paid her any attention. She was no threat to them, for now. They were spaced apart evenly with their backs to the wall. There were seven or so, spaced out down the incredibly long hall. She walked hesitantly to the nearest one. "Excuse me," she said, but there was no response. She looked at another one, and then another. They were almost like statues.

Okay then. Nixie turned away and padded down the hall to the stairs, which she descended. All Nixie could see of others, were more guards. Other than that, she seemed to be alone. When she reached the first floor, she turned right, in the direction of the kitchen and living area. Before she could make it far, Smith appeared, seemingly from nowhere.

She gasped, "Oh!" she exclaimed putting her hand over her heart. She frowned. "What's going on here?" she finally demanded to know. "What is this?" she asked, offering her left forearm with the tattoo. Smith showed no change is his unreadable expression. "That's your ID number," he responded casually. He reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm.

"It took you longer than the others to wake," he said. "The others?" Nixie questioned, following hesitantly while he still grasped her arm. "You'll learn to quit asking so many questions," he told her, releasing her arm when he knew she was following willingly. "LTB is your home now."

"Wha-" Nixie was cut off as Smith continued talking. "By tomorrow evening your families will be receiving phone calls informing them that the private jet that you and the others departed on, had engine failure and crashed over the mountains. No one knows where you are, and you cannot leave or contact the outside world, so don't try."

By this time, Nixie had stopped following. Smith turned to face her, filling her in on LTB's intentions, and that she'd become an experiment, and, that she'd agreed to all of it when she'd signed the paper. "You tricked us then," she said quietly in disbelief. He nodded, still expressionless. "It's for the greater good."

She shook her head. She didn't want to be an experiment. She wanted to go home, now. The walls were closing in and the hall was getting smaller. She was having a panic attack. The very thing they'd lured her here using. The air thickened and Nixie couldn't breathe. She reached out for the wall, gasping for air. "I can't-" she tried. "I can't be here." She was shaking her head. It was all too much.

Smith moved towards her. "Stay away from me," she said, backing away. He advance. "Stay away from me!" she screamed, before gasping for more air. Her head began to throb. As he reached her, Nixie put her hand up, somehow creating enough energy in the process to push Smith away and knock him down.

Nixie looked horrified, clenching her hands together and bringing them to her chest. The statues in armor were closing in now. Someone grabbed her arm and she shrieked. "No! Stay away!" Someone grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the floor. She kicked and screamed. "Let go! Let me go!"

"Sedate her!" Smith demanded. "No!" Something sharp jabbed into her neck, and in moments, she felt relaxed. So relaxed that she quit struggling. Her breathing slowed, as did her heart rate, to lower than normal. She was placed on the ground again and she swayed, before getting a feel for her balance again.

Smith grabbed her arm once again. "We will continue to use force to sedate you and anyone else who gets out of control, so we suggest you keep yourself calm. There really is no use in fighting or trying to escape, you'll only make things very hard for yourself here." They arrived at the dining area. "You're late for dinner. It's too bad you won't be much company in this state. You'd do right to make friends with your new family. Do you understand Nixie?"

Nixie seemed disinterested in what Smith babbled on about, but she heard every word. Her eye lids were heavier than normal, and she seemed slower than normal, but she was incredibly relaxed, and at peace. Everything was fine, and would be fine. "Yes," she responded in monotone. She nodded when he gestured to the table where others already sat. She was a zombie. Some of the others seemed to have been sedated too. That was alright. She felt better like this.

Nixie found an empty seat and looked around. Everyone else seemed normal, just like her. Had they already been experimented on? What had they meant by that? Were they going to become some kind of hideous seven armed monsters? Nixie couldn't help but smile at the thought. It seemed ridiculous, and the image was funny. She didn't realize she was staring at someone across the table. Hopefully they didn't think she was laughing at them. Nixie wouldn't care though. She was far too relaxed to care about anything at all now.