Chapter One of Alteration

*This is the continuation of The Moonlight is Dimming but I have changed the title*

First day of work

“Welcome, Scott to Animal Savior; you start today!!” announced a brunette receptionist  brightly. “Congratulations!”  Scott Bickler smiled knowingly

“Dr. Churchill will show you around.” She waved her hand toward the hall where a man in a white lab coat came walking up; His light brown hair reflected off the florescent lights above. 

“Shall we?” Churchill asked before briskly turning around walking back down the tiled floor; Scott hurriedly walked after him.

The hall ways were as if a labyrinth all the halls and doors looked identical. The doors were a light pastel green with a small window in the middle accompanied by a clip board hanging underneath them. The walls held a white with dark green square pattern wallpaper. There were about 12 doors, evenly spaced, in each stretch of corridor.

“I’m Brad Churchill; call me Dr. Churchill.” Churchill finally spoke looking over at Scott with his intense hazel eyes

“I’m Dr. Bickler.” He replied unflinching. They turned to another hall that had powder blue doors with no windows or clipboards but little black boxes aside the doorknobs.

“Dr. Bickler, you understand our work here at this facility?” they passed door after door little silver plaques with black numbers A-45; next door A-46.

“We help disabled animals. DNA Genetic Alternator is to for example: help a paralyzed dog with our new technology to walk again.” Scott answered without hesitation.

“Correct. You understand that you are now in a state of pure confidentiality while working here?” Churchill pressed.

“Yes of course.” They finally stopped in front of a door A-50 Churchill swiped his identification card into the black box. Lifting it up the door beeped and the click of the lock moving aside and opened the door.

Scott gasped it was a room he had never seen before. It had rows upon rows of tables with the latest technology: microscopes, DNA scanners, RNA monitors, computers and projector screens; many hard working G.A.’s looked and typed any minor detail in the gene that needed to be used and characterized in their notebook laptops.

Churchill and Scott pasted by all these tables down into another room similar to a dorm community kitchen and rest area.  And standing right in front of him was a door with a plaque announcing like a poster: Dr. S. Bickler D.N.A. G.A. PhD.

A grin spread across Scotts’ face a feeling of absolute wholeness seeing his name placed like that, the title, he had been working for this his whole life. He looked over at Dr. Churchill; he nodded for Scott to use his identification card in the slot to open his door. The indicator beeped. Scott turned the handle to behold his new professional work space; it was almost like Christmas to him.

“This is your office: Everything in here should be efficient for your work but there is also the general room with addition technology, the common area you are welcome to use at any time and you can take as long as you like on your assignment for we do what the best possible result.”

Scott sat in the roller black chair behind is massive mahogany desk with his new Notebook laptop. The room was big enough to park a Hummer! Full of the same powder blue for the walls as the doors with black hard carpet; on the side in front of his desk was a grey table top attached to the wall.

 It held three computers, a high quality microscope, a file holder with full of new assignments for him and test tubes with measuring tubes. On the opposite wall had a projector screen to place up his online diagrams.

“I must go now; your welcome to fill this room with any personal items that you like; this is your room and only you are able to use this room. Dr. Lani will visit you soon to get you a detailed tour of Animal Savior.” Churchill nodded, walking out.

Scott sighed. So much technology at his hands; where could he begin?!

Random Free Write

    The tar black night with no points of light from stars, leads you to believe there will be no more rainbow sunrises; ice cold snow crunches beneath my feet, I'm lost in my own nightmarish wonderland in this labyrinth  forest. The chill of this inky abyss makes me shiver; I've never wanted to meet my fears head on but here I was; lost in this frozen forest entrapped with them.
Chasing after this character, that people repeatedly tried to convince me, wasn't real; that it was all inside my mind; I'll prove them wrong!
    I stumbled through the dark, hands out stretched; thrashing, pushing aside unseen obstacles. Jumping at every sound that echoed like a amphitheater or flinching away from sudden pains as pine needles pricked my skin; if I could see, I'm sure my breath would be like a, steam train billowing out its smoke; for the temperature was dropping drastically.
  How cold must it before my blood begins to freeze?
No. I will not think of that. Focus. Him. Find Him.
  What if everyone is right? What if he is not real? You're going to die chasing something that isn't there!?
shut up! shut up! shut up!
    I knelt to the hard ground, packed with stone hard snow; likely leave bruises on my knees. The burning of tears threatening to over flow; a pent up scream of pain, frustration ,and utter lost of hope clawing its way up my throat to be let lose. I surrender...

    I heard His gasp of surprise and dismay at the sight of me on the ground. I could not see Him but His presents, hearing His intake of breath made every pain I've endured so far, vanish.
    "Zaara." His deep voice, softly whispered my name; enveloping me with instant warmth. "Why are you out here? You can't be so careless about your own safety." He wrapped arms around me and caressed my face leaving warmth in its wake where our skin met. How He could see in this shadowed dark I knew not but He was here; holding me, touching me.
    I blindly turned and pressed my frosted face to His perfect, strong, muscled chest; deeply inhaling His crisp fresh scent of pine tree sap and campfire smoke.
  "Hakan." I sighed contently.
   Hakan is real, he has to be! No fragmentation could be this solid!  Whatever Hakan was, real or imagined, I wanted him here; by my side always. He had saved my life numerous times before. But in the manner of his persona, I knew, he was something not of this world. Nothing like vampires or werewolves but of a darker myth; a forbidden legend, that was here before all other creatures were made.
     "Come, I need to get you out of this weather." Hakan murmured into my hair as he planted a comforting kiss there. He lifted me up in his arms and sprinted silently making no sound through the thick forest. Finally, scummed to my exhaustion, I fell to sleep in his arms; begging, praying he'd still be with me when morning comes.
  
     

Paintbrush

I keep my paintbrush with me, whereever I may go,

In case I need to cover up, so the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show you me;afraid of what you'll do,

I'm afraid you'll laugh or say mean things; afaid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all the layers, to show you the real, true me

But I want you to try to understand; I need you to like what you see.

So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll remove the coats real

slow,

Please understand how much it hurts, to let the real me show.

Now that my coats are all stripped off, I feel naked, bare and cold,

And if you still find me pleasing, you are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paintbrush though, and hold it in my hand,

I need to keep it handy in case someone doesn't understand.

So please protect me, my dear friend, and thanks for loving me true,

And please let me keep my paintbrush with me, until I love me, too.