@Alexander Arkady:When he started talking she listened without saying a word. With each word he said a frown appeared on her face only deepening. So he was experimented on like he was cattle and the others in this same program did not survive. The moment she heard about the seven year old girl she looked down. It tore her heart to hear about such an innocent child losing her life because of a bunch of idiots who wanted to see how far they could push a person. Her gaze softened as she stared at Alexander. She only had sadness writ on her face. She flew closer to him, inches from his face and spoke softly. I am so sorry that you had to undergo those experiments.... I'm glad you managed to free yourself from their influence but at what cost? The damage seems to have already been done with you not aging.. She looked at him wondering what thoughts went through his head when those he knew passed away or died and he stood their unchanging.
I'm not satisfied. I didn't know your story would be this sad...She removed the forcefield around them and started to descend towards the ground. Does it bother you that you will forever remain 17 when others around you will age and wither away?
@Desiree Celion: Maybe you should invest in an alarm clock. If you really need it I have an extra one I can give you.
@Desiree Celion:She eyes her with a brief smile. Yes. Today was the first official day back, you could say. Don't tell me you overslept and missed your classes, Desiree?
Well like that wasn't expected. He was running away but he had another thing coming. He had stirred her curiosity and now she would find out. So she started for him at full speed her contrail basically like a path to Alexander. She was gaining on him and when she was close enough she encased them in a large forcefield. A faint reddish tint surrounded them indication that the shield was in place and she got closer to him. You keep spouting the word 'program' and now you're either scared or dumb for trying to run away. You know I could send several air bubbles into your lungs and kill you without lifting a finger? She cocked her eyebrow and crossed her arm, her purplish and revealing costume glimmering from the suns rays as she hovered in place. So Alex... why not tell me about this program... in psychology class we call that a Freudian slip. So start talking, Russian.
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