Thread: The Bayer Institude (UK_guy_RP & Candy_Demon21)

Why am I here? A petite, young woman with bone straight brunette hair and warm honey eyes asked from the back of the four-door townhouse car. The driver, a slender man with sunken cheek bones and a permanent scowl painted across his features, snorted and shook his head. All of this will be discussed with you with the good Doctor. The man the entirety of the car ride had said 'the good Doctor', as if the man himself needed to be convinced that the the doctor was a kind individual. With a defeated huff, Annette slowly eased herself back against the cool, plush interior. It hadn't been a long ride thankfully, the frustration the young woman had bubbling up had been enough to last her a life time, if it had been a longer ride, she may have already strangled the poor stranger. It had taken approximately twenty minutes by car ride to reach their destination. She had found it a might bit strange when the tall prestine buildings, that glittered in the late sun, like crystal needles, trying to gain access to heaven, began to morph before her eyes into dense virgin forest. It was breathtaking. The world was prefect, like those famous woods in children's story books, minus the ominous, impending doom that seemed to linger in the air like a thick plume of smoke. The feelings that crushed her with their heavy weight seemed to grow that much stronger within her gut. Annette had been summoned by the good Doctor, Doctor Stephen J. Holden, the very man the young woman had gone to two week prior. It had been a simple enough contact that the two of them had agreed to abort the living thing within her and tell no one in exchange for her willing cooperation when the good Doctor called upon her. Apparently that day had been today. As the two drew closer, the trees thinned and grew into a paved drive, that stretched out like a long black river towards a looming building. It looked like a hospital, but yet, the way the exterior was laid out, more looked as if it were a government building. Terrible thought flooded young Annette's mind as she thought about how much shit she could be in if the law knew what she had done. She had already been at least 3 months along before she had gotten the fetus removed from her womb, but she couldn't raise a child, and the father would have demanded that she raise the child. In her perfect world, where nothing ever went astray, a child would have been the kink in that plan. Slowly the car eased to a steady halt. The driver shifted into park and stepped out from his seat. Walking around the car, he reached out with a gloved hand which pulled the door of the black car slowly open. The warm air kissed her face, but yet she shivered. 'It's just nerves' she told herself, a finality in her mind that implied that any further dark thoughts be left at the door. The man who greeted her had been the same as he had been two weeks ago. He had that charming look about him that young girl's fantasized about, and the suave English accent to only further that charm. He was dressed per-usual, as far as Annette was concerned, a clean lab coat, starched trousers and shinned shoes that could almost be used as mirrors. He did not speak when she walked up to him, but rather lead her into the ominous building, shutting the heavy oak doors behind with a final click, a sound to her that sounded like the stone doors of her mausoleum shutting for the last time. The office he head brought her too made her frantic heart beat raise gradually. By the time this was all over, surly her heart would burst. When his voice sounded across from her, she jumped and hurried to the leather seat and sank down slowly. Yes,she replied quickly, not taking note of the shaky tone her voice had acquired. The question of refreshments was merited by a quick shake of her head, the only think that she wanted was to know why he had summoned her here. When the room fell into an uneasy silence, Annette could not hold the question in any longer. Why am I here? I-I mean I know WHY I'm here, but what are these terms and conditions of our contract. I-I just- she fell silent, realizing that the room was getting louder in its silence, her heart pounding in her chest frantically. It was too quiet, too calm. Every human instinct told her to get up and run, but she knew she was being silly, surly the Doctor was a kind mind. Right?