Doctor Ainar wiped the sweat from his brow. He exhaled deeply, half-sighing, eyeing the needle filled with a precious commodity.

"Untested blood," he murmured. "The hope of man-kinds fight against nature."

Oscar, witnessing the act, couldn't be more depressed that such a crazy person could be a pediatrician. He also forgot his reverance to the soldiers who had held him. He felt like all the adults within this community were terrible. Except his mother, of course.

Giving the elder men the evil eye didn't assuage the flames of indignation in the childs heart. His body began to visible stress. He was shaking, pale in the face, and his breathing was distressed. The doctor looked at the boy who seemed to have been going into shock, smurked, and gestured for the soldier to 'handle the situation before it became worse'.

A quick chop to the right side of the neck and it was lights out for Oscar. The man, who was behind Oscar and had rendered him unconscious, lifted the boy onto his shoulder and began to walk out.

Doctor Ainar, still looking at the blood, conspicuously laughed. He smiled faintly, as the light reflected through crystalline tube, and withdrew from Room 33B.

After awakening with a sharp pain from his right, Oscar was confused. He was in a room, similarly white, that had a television hanging infront of him. His bed wasn't the cot he remembered seeing, it wasn't mounted on a wall and was by far more comfortable, nor was the door steel. He knew something unusual was occuring. Uneasiness inked into his heart as he realized he was rendered unconscious.

"They put me to sleep," he muttered horrifiedly, "the could've drained me dry with those needles!"

The boy lifted his head towards the light. Oscar never knew how much flourescent lights could burn. He'd never been knocked out. The dull ring in the back of his head told him something had happened. The excitement from the day had taken its toll on his feeble psyche. Feeling his eyes become dreary once more, he closed his eyes to sleep.

Ariel entered the room after witnessing Oscar wake up and fall asleep. She stared at a diagnosis that was left for her to interpret. As she read, her brow began to furrow. She knew that her son had performed the utmost of normal stress test. Well, the most normal stress tests for a twenty year old man.

Doctor Ainar, her direct superior, was a gentleman who had studied human physiology for a young age. He was a genius beyond his time with a mutation in his frontal-cortex and amygdala. His ability for deduction, observation, and study was inhuman. By the time he was twenty he had studied all facets of known medicine. Only he was suited to be the lead doctor at the Implorium.

Ariel, with a besmirched look on her face, lamented the fact she couldn't hide her son away. Ainar had used hypnosis on the child from the moment they'd separated. He had even hypnotized her...