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Chris: "Why, J?" I near whined to my boyfriend. "We've been over this, Chris. Emma needs some extra help building sets for the ballet she's directing." Jake rolled his eyes as he continued to shave away at his morning stubble. "But why on a Sunday?" I continued to moan. "Because, she really needs help! The production's in April!" "It's the middle of February! And, you're not even good with tools!" "Wow, way to throw in an insult, hon'." Jake muttered. I tiredly slumped over the bathroom counter and watched my boyfriend rinse off his now hair-free face. "I'm sorry," I said earnestly, "I'm just sick of not seeing you." "You see me all the ti...

"No! Stop! Let go of me!" The girl's voice echoed throughout the vast, grey halls of the iron fortress, unheard by any with both the power and will to aid her.  She was a prisoner, plain and simple. "Why are you doing this!?" she cried, "Why me!?" There was a slight delay and a whirring sound before the hooded figure restraining her left arm responded. "Your genetic composition is suitable. You have been taken for modification." Her struggles, but not her results, greatened. "Suitable for WHAT? I don't want anything to do with you creeps and your freaky lab! Let me go! You can't do this to people!" The voice returned. "Incorrect. This oper...