In the laboratory she always called prison, Subject A-S 10, or "Alice Storm," sat, holding her stuffed bunny close to her, in a glass cylinder.

Scientists did all types of experiments on her, causing injuries to her body. Especially her eye.

It was like she was just a lab rat, used just to test out different chemicals. It was too much for Alice.

"Hey, sweetie. How are you doing today?" One of the scientists spoke through the intercom.

Alice slowly shook her head, hugging her bunny tighter.

"Not good, huh? Too bad. I don't give a damn about how you feel. All I care about is my paycheck."

The scientist flipped her hair to the side, putting her goggles on.

Alice started to tear up, silently pleading for help as a needle injected a gold color liquid into her.

The liquid had a bad effect in her body, her muscles pulling and stretching out.

Alice cried in pain, and fell on her back, her whole body aching to its limit.

"Well, that's another failure. Ugh, what are you, weak? Nothing's working with your system. Whatever. Soon enough you'll be dead. And that will leave another disgusting thing out of our hands."

The scientist strutted away, tossing her hair in the process.

Alice turned her head and looked out the window. It was raining, the sky light gray.

She started to cry again, this time her tears were raining.