I wake up strapped to an operating table. I look around the room and see many vials and glass bottles filled with different colored liquids. I hear a click and a door opens. A girl in a lab coat walks in. She walks over to me with a clipboard in hand.
"Who are you?" I ask her.
She just looks at me for a minute. "The Doctor."
"Why am I here?"
She picks up a vial with green liquid in it and pours it on me. Nothing happens. Then all of a sudden, my skin turns a pale purple color. She marks something on her clipboard. She grabs another vial, this time pink, and injects it into my arm. I look at my body and see my nails have gotten stronger and turned into claws.
"Why are you doing this?"
"My dear, you're my precious."
"Can't you find someone else?"
She smirks.
"What are you trying to achieve?"
"The perfect monster."
"There is no such thing as perfect."
"Not naturally."
She grabs another vial and pours it on me. After a few seconds I have duck feet. She shakes her head. She takes another vial and dips my hair in it. It turns a pale blue.
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Precious
Short StoryA girl who meets someone who changes her life forever. Something terrible happens and she looses it.
