Greg's Laboratory

(from machine room)

Saoirse stumbled into the room, blood dripping from her injured hand again as she slammed the door behind her. "Fuck, fuck..." she gasped, sweating profusely and looking as pale as a ghost. She lost over a pint of blood, or more for all she knew. She didn't know how long she'd been out, but she saw the blood bag on the IV stand, and that was once inside her. "Shit... shit man...!" She panted, feeling as though her heart was beating out of her chest, her knees wobbled as she leaned on the nearby wall for support. She had to take a breather...

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(from machine room)

Saoirse stumbled into the room, blood dripping from her injured hand again as she slammed the door behind her. "Fuck, fuck..." she gasped, sweating profusely and looking as pale as a ghost. She lost over a pint of blood, or more for all she knew. She didn't know how long she'd been out, but she saw the blood bag on the IV stand, and that was once inside her. "Shit... shit man...!" She panted, feeling as though her heart was beating out of her chest, her knees wobbled as she leaned on the nearby wall for support. She had to take a breather...

Suddenly, Greg burst through the door! His face red from the hot tea splashed in his face and the embarrassment! He turned to Saoirse, and raised the gun. "YOU!"

She was staring at the barrel of the gun, when he pulled the trigger.

Click!



It was empty! In his excitement, Dr. Greg Mueller didn't even realize the gun's slide had been racked back due to it being empty! "Fuck!" He spat, then tossed the gun behind him. "No matter... I'll just choke the life out of you bitch!!" he spat, grabbing the woman by her neck, and began to force his weight against her, forcing her against a desk nearby a white board! "I'll have to put you on ice...! I'll make use of your genetic data Saoirse...! That I am certain...!" He grunted as he choked her, shaking her head violently as he rung her neck!

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Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(from machine room)

Saoirse stumbled into the room, blood dripping from her injured hand again as she slammed the door behind her. "Fuck, fuck..." she gasped, sweating profusely and looking as pale as a ghost. She lost over a pint of blood, or more for all she knew. She didn't know how long she'd been out, but she saw the blood bag on the IV stand, and that was once inside her. "Shit... shit man...!" She panted, feeling as though her heart was beating out of her chest, her knees wobbled as she leaned on the nearby wall for support. She had to take a breather...

Suddenly, Greg burst through the door! His face red from the hot tea splashed in his face and the embarrassment! He turned to Saoirse, and raised the gun. "YOU!"

She was staring at the barrel of the gun, when he pulled the trigger.

Click!



It was empty! In his excitement, Dr. Greg Mueller didn't even realize the gun's slide had been racked back due to it being empty! "Fuck!" He spat, then tossed the gun behind him. "No matter... I'll just choke the life out of you bitch!!" he spat, grabbing the woman by her neck, and began to force his weight against her, forcing her against a desk nearby a white board! "I'll have to put you on ice...! I'll make use of your genetic data Saoirse...! That I am certain...!" He grunted as he choked her, shaking her head violently as he rung her neck!

The red head was so off her game, so tired, so woozy that she hardly reacted to the handgun or even Greg's threats when he began to choke her! "Glaack, urrk....!" She gasped and choked, kicking viciously as he loomed over her, choking her! She felt her vision growing dark, and she tried to pry his hands off her throat, but to no avail! Fuck... fuck! Dude, get the fuck off me!! She mentally screamed, her brain begging for air...! When she remembered in her pocket...!



She felt tears roll down her cheek, as she slid her left hand into her pocket, yanking out the tactical police clasp knife her father gave her, flicking the blade open with her thumb before slamming it behind Greg's shoulder! The man screamed as he loosened her grip, allowing her to turn the tables and break free of his choke hold before she grabbed a nearby lamp and slammed it into the back of his head!

Blood ran down the doctor's back as he let out a painful wail! "YOU CUN-" Greg started, before being cut short by the lamp to the back of his head. With Saoirse out of the way, the side of the mad doc's head hit the desk she had been forced against, blood spattering it from his wounds before he crumpled to the floor unconscious at last...

The blade withdrew itself from Greg as he fell over, and she looked down at the scattered blood as the man crumpled there, staining the green-blue rug a shade of crimson...



"PWHAA! Hah...hah... hah...!" Saoirse sputtered and gasped, wheezing from her brush with death as her vision began to clear again. She didn't know if Dr. Greg was still alive or not, but didn't give three shits. "Fuck... you... cunt!" She spat at the man. "There, have some genetic data..." she said, and began to stumble back.

She was in... some sort of dark lab. She was feeling sick, she needed to keep moving... she didn't want to be here any longer. "Need... to keep moving..." she moaned.


https://youtu.be/y__FZvclpAI?t=61

Her heart was beating out of her chest, and she felt terrible. "Ughh..." she moaned, holding her chest, leaning forwards as she hobbled over to the only door forward...

(to the Experiment Prep Room)