Post by PaintsOnCanvas on Feb 17, 2010 20:18:30 GMT -8
Chapter 1
“Ready for insertion?” Vienna asked, holding the vial. Her forest green eyes shown nervousness and hope behind her fine, rectangular glasses. They accented her face on her olive skin, with her dark hair.
Castiel nodded, slipping on his medical mask. Carefully her took a needle and inserted it into the vial, withdrawing the strange, silvery liquid. His gloved hands trembled. His sandy blonde hair was dinged with darkness in the weak light, his pale topaz eyes watching the movements of their unconscious patient.
Vienna set the vial on a tray with the other empty failures. Please let this be the right one… She pleaded mentally.
Castiel inserted the needle into the man’s forearm. He waited, counting the seconds. Then the man lurched foreward in the restraints. Blood poured from his mouth, nose, and ears. Quickly Viennna subdued the patient with the clear vial.
“Another failure. How much longer can we go on like this?” Castiel said, his tone growing snappy a little while later.
Vienna sighed. “We’ll get it. Research takes-” she started to say in an attempt to soothe him.
“Time. Which we don’t have a lot of. Why did those hot shots at Jerico Industries even bother? Nano tech will be the death of us.” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. God, he was being a crab, and he knew it, but after each failure their situation just felt more and more hopeless.
Vienna shook her head very slowly then stood up. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She muttered before walking out of the room.
Castiel was left alone in the 10’ by 13’ room. The table in the corner was stacked high with many tattered papers. Their sleeping bags were spread on the floor. This had been a conference room before everything had gone wrong. Why had the Nanos started destroying the humans? That was a question both Vienna and Castiel asked themselves daily, but to no avail could they find an answer.
Castiel crossed his arms over his chest and picked up a worn paperback that both of them had read a dozen or more times in search of some clue. He opened it and slid on his reading glasses. He had covered 3 pages before Vienna walked back in, carrying a few sandwiches from their small stocks of reserves.
Together they ate in a heavy silence. Once finished Castiel turned off all unnecessary power compenents and computers so they’d save some Ecco Feuls, feuls made from carbon dioxide, something his own Uncles had invented. They settled for the evening, falling into a nightmarish and foreboding sleep for the third year in a row.
“Ready for insertion?” Vienna asked, holding the vial. Her forest green eyes shown nervousness and hope behind her fine, rectangular glasses. They accented her face on her olive skin, with her dark hair.
Castiel nodded, slipping on his medical mask. Carefully her took a needle and inserted it into the vial, withdrawing the strange, silvery liquid. His gloved hands trembled. His sandy blonde hair was dinged with darkness in the weak light, his pale topaz eyes watching the movements of their unconscious patient.
Vienna set the vial on a tray with the other empty failures. Please let this be the right one… She pleaded mentally.
Castiel inserted the needle into the man’s forearm. He waited, counting the seconds. Then the man lurched foreward in the restraints. Blood poured from his mouth, nose, and ears. Quickly Viennna subdued the patient with the clear vial.
“Another failure. How much longer can we go on like this?” Castiel said, his tone growing snappy a little while later.
Vienna sighed. “We’ll get it. Research takes-” she started to say in an attempt to soothe him.
“Time. Which we don’t have a lot of. Why did those hot shots at Jerico Industries even bother? Nano tech will be the death of us.” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. God, he was being a crab, and he knew it, but after each failure their situation just felt more and more hopeless.
Vienna shook her head very slowly then stood up. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She muttered before walking out of the room.
Castiel was left alone in the 10’ by 13’ room. The table in the corner was stacked high with many tattered papers. Their sleeping bags were spread on the floor. This had been a conference room before everything had gone wrong. Why had the Nanos started destroying the humans? That was a question both Vienna and Castiel asked themselves daily, but to no avail could they find an answer.
Castiel crossed his arms over his chest and picked up a worn paperback that both of them had read a dozen or more times in search of some clue. He opened it and slid on his reading glasses. He had covered 3 pages before Vienna walked back in, carrying a few sandwiches from their small stocks of reserves.
Together they ate in a heavy silence. Once finished Castiel turned off all unnecessary power compenents and computers so they’d save some Ecco Feuls, feuls made from carbon dioxide, something his own Uncles had invented. They settled for the evening, falling into a nightmarish and foreboding sleep for the third year in a row.