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Aaliyah was starting to realize he loved her misery.

"I apologize for my tardiness. I haven't even introduced myself yet." He calmly said when straighting his glasses.

"My name is Doctor Shade, the head scientist of the S.I.F.E Laboratories. We will be with eachother for an extremely long time so feel free to call me Shade."

Next

"I need you to look at me." the Man instructed.

There was nothing Aaliyah could do to disobey the man. He had an advantage of tortue needles that could inject her at any minute. The doctor man had the advantage over her. Her stubborness never wanted to give in too easily. She wanted him to know that he was messing with a dangerous person. The dark thoughts of her mind swirled all around her and rolling off of her.

The doctors lips curled into a dashing smile.

"Little Aaliyah, would you like to play with me the hard way or the easy way?"

Hard

Easy

"Good, at least you realize the situation you're in." The man sneered.

He smoothed his hair back, actinig like it fell infront of his face. There was a serious mood settled on his face, as he focused on the machine screen to complete what he was doing.

Her brown eyes pierced his towering frame with undeniable hatred. She was sifting through her thoughts, trying to cope out why she was in a hospital of some sort.

Aaliyah never remembered who she was, how old, and where she was born. It was so sad that she only remembered her name. But now was not the time to be thinking of herself, she was incredibly endangered.

Trust was not apart of the equation. The doctor probably knew that she had amnesia but wasn't telling her how or why, nor answering all of the questions before she uttered them.

The good thing was when she looked towards him, he loosened the tight bonds of the bands that wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and chest.

Next

"Fine then, you requested it." The man sneered.

His hand that was on the machine quickly went to her chin, snapping her face into his direction. She felt like there was a lot of people watching her but she managed to look a little bit at the dark figures standing behind the glass. It felt that they all were waiting, for something to happen.

Even if the man holding her jaw hand an iron grip, she was also able to wiggle her jaw to speak.

"Let me go." Aaliyah whispered.

There was a band that wrapped around her chest that was beginning to tighten against the bottom of her ribcage. This made it even harder to speak.

His eyes stared at her with this undeniable hatred. She couldn't remember the reason why she despised him but cutting off her freedom to move was enough. Trust was not apart of the equation. The doctor probably knew that she had amnesia but wasn't telling her how or why, nor answering all of the questions before she uttered them.

The man unexpectantly shot his right hand out to clench her throat. Aaliyah's windpipe was barely inhaling any oxygen. She never undertood the reason why he was hurting her. What did she ever do to him?

Next

"Good, at least you realize the situation you're in." The man sneered.

He smoothed his hair back, actinig like it fell infront of his face. There was a serious mood settled on his face, as he focused on the machine screen to complete what he was doing.

Her brown eyes pierced his towering frame with undeniable hatred. She sadly couldn't remember the reason why she despised him, but cutting off her freedom to move was enough. Trust was not apart of the equation. The doctor probably knew that she had amnesia but wasn't telling her how or why, nor answering all of the questions before she uttered them.

The good thing was when she looked towards him, he loosened the tight bonds of the bands that wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and chest.

Aaliyah was starting to realize he loved her misery.

"I apologize for my tardiness. I haven't even introduced myself yet." He calmly said when straighting his glasses.

"My name is Doctor Shade, the head scientist of the S.I.F.E Laboratories. We will be with eachother for an extremely long time so feel free to call me Shade."

Next

Aaliyah felt like she did something wrong. Why was she being treated like this? Something was clearly wrong with him upstairs because he was pressing against her skin harder and harder. It was getting harder for her to breathe but then...

He stopped.

The young man began to straighten himself, reverting back to the machine that was once touching. The air reached back to her lungs, it was cold and dry like salt on a wound but it eventually became better. Aaliyahs breathing pattern was steady, and her heartbeat slowed.

It was a wonderful thing that she never slipped into unconsiousness again, other wise she would've been injected with the drugs he's threatened from before.

"Why am I here?" She croaked. Aaliyah wanted answers before he moved the bed even more.

The man stopped tapping away at his computer, then looked back at her face. She could've just imagined her facial expression, filled with dread of the answer coming from his lips.

Next

Aaliyah. A....a....l....i....y....a....h.... The syllables bounced pleasingly in her head. An odd name, unlike Annabelle. Alaria was unsual too but it never suited her features. Now that she remembered her name, she could recall her facial features. Since her minds eye couldn't conjure up a mirror for her to look, the girl defined her features herself.

Aaliyah had a cool brown complexion,chocolate was what she thought. Her hair was fully in curls, just stretching down to the bottom part of her collarbone. It was a dark, but it shined against with every twist and swirl on the top of her head.

She felt that her height was about five six. A decent length for a girl. People would fear to some degree of her height but she wasn't the top of the pack. She had a decent figure as well. Hips that could be seen from her...what black dress? Something inside of her could tell it was wrong. She was wearing soemthing else fo sure but she couldn't tell what it was. That was a key factor that was missing.

Next

Alaria sounded like a cute little girl who never forgot their name. A spoiled brat who would get nothing and recieve nothing from anyone in particular. She never wanted to be like that. The words that were running off from her tongues mind made her shiver, dissatified with the name.

Names to the girl meant power, a destiny which bore with a person for the rest of their lives. It was very crucial for her to remember her name. If she never did, the rest of her memory would be locked away at the back of her skull forever. The girl never wanted that. It was the start of the future for her and she never wanted to lose it.

Annabelle

Aaliyah

The monitor of the screen started to beep the more her tempo of her chest slowed down. It probably indicated to her that she was stabalized somehow.

"Everything seems to be working in great order. I hope you won't over excert yourself again. It would be really troubling for me if you did do that."

The man Doctor Shade knew what he was doing. No matter how low her heartbeat could be, she was frantic with in her head. Where were my parents? How did she get into this situation. Doctor Shade couldn't torture her to prevent those thoughts from flowing. It was a natural thing for her to think of. Nobody would want to be strapped into a bed with a man over them threatening to stab about twenty needles of drugs into them. No oe would want that.

Aaliyah closed her eyes once more, trying to imagine that the situation she was in wasn't real. But no matter how much she tried, Aaliyah could never seem to escape her reality.

Next

"You are here for the greatest experiment" He responded deeply, "A young 17 year old girl brought up for adoption. What a sad way to start your journey. But you are luckily apart of something that will redeem your qualities %100. Just sit back, relax, and don't think too much of your amnesia, or else your head will eventually hurt."

The bed that she was strapped to suddenly started to move, making her eyes strain less when she wanted to watch the tinted windows. Her steady heartbeat made Doctor Shade nod his head with approval once more.

Aaliyah was thinking on what he said. An experiment? Adoption? That never made sense. The words tha were coming out of his mouth sounded mechanicle, like he was a bit uncomfortable tending a patient.

His light words and small analogies were just a facade for her to feel comfortable with his stone presence.

"Excellent, since I am finished with my examination, It is time to continue on to faze two."

Why was she there? Why did it happen? What was the reason from her kidnapping? Even if it was the Governmnet of some sorts, never had a right to take her away.

Next

It was no good. The cool calmness of her mental state kept her in the coma that she had. Aaliyah never felt such peace and tranquility in all of her life. Why would anyone want to awake from their slumber?

A pain started to surge throughout her body. There was millions of tingles peircing through her skin, making her force her eyes open. She angrily looked up at the man who was standing over her. He was wearing a white lab coat over a forest green sweater. He also had black glasses, framing his cold black stare. Aaliyah tried to move her wrists but couldn't move. She looked down to both of her hands, noticing that there were metal bands retricting her from getting up. Her arms, however, were covered with three evenly lined needles filled with a translucent substance.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." the man murmmured.

Aaliyah gritted her teeth, wanting to accumulate spit to fly in his face.

"It was bad enough that you never woke sooner, or else I would not have had to do that. What you were injected with was zolpidem tartrate. It's mainly for patients with neurological disorders but it seems to help disturb the sleep of a lot of healthy people."

Next

Author: Aaliyah Whyte - Watson

Hello, this is a story game that will help you to figure out the mysteries of S.I.F.E Laboratories

You will be able to continue the adventure through the eyes of Aaliyah. A late teenager who was kidnapped by the American Government. The reason for that is unknown to Aaliyah. But, as you continue to play through each day, pieces of the puzzle will start to become clear. Help Aaliyah find the reason for her imprisionment, and plan to escape.

There will also be other characters on your journey, good and bad. You need to trust the right people inorder to survive. Try to see through the real people who will aid you and the fake people who will make you fall. Remember, trust the twisted soul.

The Enchantress

Welcome to the controls section! How to play the interactive story game is simple: You Decide.

The top right of the screen there is a cog wheel which signifies settings. Within the settings you can.

1. Restart

2. Save

3. Restore

5. Disable Sound

4. Disable Animation

Choose your decisions wisly because they do reflect on future events as the story developes the most.

The metal bed then jerked to a halt, waiting for something anticlimatic to happen. The top part of the glass started to open up the destination of the bed. Tears were streaming from her eyes. Clearly wanting to get away, cower in fear.

I can't show my tears Aaliyah thought, or else he would mistake me for a weak person.

She looked back up to the ceiling, avoiding Doctor Shade's steely gaze. The only way for her to recieve answers was to play along. Doctor Shade would eventually slip in a few answers to his speech, so she could be careful.

Getting her memories back was crucial, but being dunked into a tank filled with questionable water was her top priority.

Next

That name sounded too creepy for her taste. Like a demonic presence hovered over it for many generations. Why had she thought of it? Probably her past self watched too many thrillers of demonic possession. Another fond character trait, but it never worked for her present self. Also, the name was too iconic. Lots of people would name themself Anna or Bell for nicknames, it would taint her image.

The girl thought of herself as a unique person. An individual who wanted to stand out from the rest. Inorder to accomplish her goal, she needed to think of a better A name than Annabelle. It was a particularily good name, but something was lacking.

Another name starting with the letter A peered into her mind. It was fuzzy again at first, but the seven lettered word strangled under her concentration.

Aaliyah

Alaria

Back

It was dark.

She couldn't see anything. Why was she there? The girl couldn't remember her name. Amnesia. Perhaps that was what she had. Diagnosing herself with amnesia was funny, but she could feel it in her bones that was what she had.

Because she lost her name. The only thing that she could recall was the first name was an A. Her murky conscoinnesss began thinking of what her name could be. There was nothing else that felt right to do except figure out the mystery of her name.

She was in a reality that wasn't real. A metaverse her mind created gave her a more comforting atmosphere as the world was pressuring her to work at remembering her name harder.

Annabelle

Alaria

Aaliyah

Once again her mind was interrupted with a noise that surrounded her. The metal bed was moving to the right a bit faster than before. Aaliyah looked over to where it was bringing her, despair dropping to the pit of her stomach. It was a glass box being filled with some type of liquid. White pipes were bringing it from a pouch hanging right beside the machine Doctor Shade was at.

A bit of steem was licking against the windows, creating precipitation. Was he about to force Aaliyah into the mysterious substance? No, she never wanted that. Why was he doing this. WHY was he torturing her?

Even if she tried to move, her weakened muscle couldn't even budge the bands of the bed. The bands on her wrists and ankles were just about to cut off her blood circulation. It never would've happened though, with a manical Doctor wanting to keep her alives and healthy for some scary reason.

Next

The bed finally began to move, surprisingly without any delay. Aaliyah was being lifted up, higher than the glass box. It then halted again, but this time it started to make a grumbling noise. Vibrating her entire body, down to the bones.

Aaliyah couldn't even see Doctor Shade anymore because she was so high up, but she could hear the click of his dress shoes on to what sounded like a tiled floor.

There was a head light shining up above her, blinding her view to see anything. Her left ear could now clearly hear the bubbling liquid churning over and over again, prepairng her for her grave.

A firm hand gripped her calf, making her squeal of fear.

"There is nothing to worry about," Doctor Shade cooed, "It will hurt just a bit but the pain won't overwhelm you."

Next

Why was it her? Why? There was no reason for her to be chosen by the government to conduct whatever experiment they were going to do to her.

Aaliyah closed her eyes, and shook his hold on her leg, seething with rage.

"Do, not touch me again or I swear I'll-"

"You can't do anything Ms. Noname, you and I both know it already."

Doctor Shade began to tap the bottom end of her calves. It was supposed to be a comforting gesture but the effect was the opposite. His action made her shiver. He left again. Since Aaliyah couldn't see what he was doing anymore, she just assumed he was back at his machine post, punching more buttons for her impending doom.

Next

The bed lifted once more. But this time it was to the right, directly over the chruning liquid. Aaliyah rotated her head from side to side to see if she would be able to fit inside of the container. And it did.

How long was I out for? When did they build this? She thought. There was only so much Aaliyah didn't know. So much she never understood. Why her memories were stripped, where was her guardians, and how much did the subtly cocky Doctor Shade know.

Like a crane, the bed wirred down slowly into the glass box, creating a sizzling sound from the liquid meeting the cool metal. Aaliyah closed her eyes, listening to the glass that sealed her in. She grunted a bit as she felt the liquid scorch her skin. She knew there was no blisters forming, but it felt like her blood was boiling.

Next

The bed frame dropped, consuming her into the liquid. Aaliyah wasn't able to breathe. She barely could open her eyes since the liquid wasn't entirely made out of water. If only it was purely water, she could fully see what was around her.

The substance pushed the current more in her face, her legs, and her feet.

"Make sure you don't fully get them in your eyes. It will sting them for at least 23 hours."

Doctor Shades voice was under water, almost drowned out by the sound of the machine. She never had time to gather air in her lungs, but for some reason, she was able to properly breathe. Why, that made no sense. Any form of creature who have gills are able to breath the dreadful ocean, not a human being. What type of technology would allow her to do that?

Aaliyah was oblivious to three even holes that were on the sides of the glass box. The small slits of metal opened, revealing thin metal needles.

And all at once her skin felt a tinge of pain along her arms, her skull, the heels of her feet, the sides of her calves, and the lower part of her hips. She closed her eyes again, avoiding to hear the deep rumbling voice of Doctor Shade.

Next

"I need you to look at me." the Man instructed.

There was nothing Aaliyah could do to disobey the man. He had an advantage of torturing with the pain of the needles again at any minute. The doctor man had the advantage over her. Her stubborness never wanted to give in too easily. She wanted him to know that he was messing with a dangerous person. The dark thoughts of her mind swirled all around her and rolling off of her. Her mind was spacing out between the image of the man and the darkness. There was nothing she could've done. It was inevitable.

Aaliyah then felt the light slap of his cool hand again her cheek. It would've been comforting to her if a relative would caress her cheek but it wou

The doctors lips curled into a dashing smile.

"Little Aaliyah, would you like to play with me the hard way or the easy way?"

Hard

Easy

Aaliyah decided to ignore that for now because she wanted to complete the image of what she looked like first.

Her bust fully filled the upper part of her dress. The dress fully covered any potential cleavage, she made sure of that. It was weird that she was able to identify what she was wearing just in her unconsious state. Aaliyah's mind was wandering between reality and sleep. There was no will to wake up. The image of herself was complete so she wanted to wake up, but the force and the weight of her physical body dropped her down even the more.

Fight the urge and wake up

Give up and stay asleep

"You will be drifting off to sleep in another moment."the Doctor started," and you must not fight against the pain, otherwise it will hurt you even more."

The sound then stopped at once. The water was cooling down, and her breathing was steadying once more. Thrashing and fighting against sealed glass was not really the best course of action. Aaliyah wondered whether or not she should respond. Could she really talk since she could breathe the substance?

"And please don't go talking back to me, open your mouth, or even drink the liquid. It will exaporate the bile within your stomach and you will die instantly." Doctor Shade warned.

"Go to bed, fall asleep and let the E-ND do it's work Robin."

Aaliyah wasn't able to grasp at what he was saying, as her eyes were slowly fluttering shut.

Drift back to sleep

Stay awake

She couldn't go on any longer. There seemed to be even more drugs being injected within her, but she never had the will to fight them off.

So with that, Aaliyah slowly shut her eyes after hearing the faint echoes of Doctor Shades dress shoes.

Next Chapter

Chapter Two: Complete

Next

"Fine then, you requested it." The man sneered.

His hand that was on the machine quickly went to her chin, snapping her face into his direction. She felt like there was a lot of people watching her but couldn't swerve her head to stare past the windows.

There was a band that wrapped around her chest tightened against the bottom of her ribcage, only allowing her to create light breathes. His eyes stared at her with this undeniable hatred. She sadly couldn't remember the reason why she despised him but cutting off her freedom to move was enough. Trust was not apart of the equation. The doctor probably knew that she had amnesia but wasn't telling her how or why, nor answering all of the questions before she uttered them.

He was about to grip her throat, then stopped, as if the tinted glass walls around them halted his movements.

"I apologize for my tardiness. I haven't even introduced myself yet." He calmly said when straightening his glasses.

"My name is Doctor Shade, the head scientist of the S.I.F.E Laboratories. We will be with eachother for an extremely long time so feel free to call me Shade."

Next

Aaliyah fought the urge to stay awake, keeping her eyes half shut. The liquid in the glass box was turning into a bright orange colour. She never felt the needles in her skin but she knew they were there, it was just that she was beginning to feel more numb.

A shadow casted over the glass.

Aaliyah jerked her body a bit, fightened at the movement. What was that? It definetly wasn't Doctor Shade because he was way below her.

Someone else is here, she thought, or rather, something. She was once again mixed in between reality and fantasy, something that was not real. There would definetly not be a chance of a bat, or a flying animal to be in a futruistic building like this. Impossible.

The shadow swerved back again.

Next

The pain started to come onto her when she moved again. She clenched her jaw tight from screaming out. Aaliyah would be instantly dead if she did it. That would not be a wise approach to her captive situation.

A thud came crashing down to the lid of the glass box. There were two eyes golden as ever blinking down at her. What was it?

Aaliyah could to nothing but watch the black creature clawing at the glass. She felt so powerless, there was nothing else she could do. She knew Doctor Shade left the room a few minutes ago, knowing that she was stabilized. Was there anything left for her to see?

The screeching of the ceratures claws caught her attention. Aaliyah noticed that they were feline eyes. A cat perhaps?

Whatever it was, it continued and kept scratching until she couldn't hear it anymore, because for some reason, the noise above her lulled her back into a deep sleep.

Next Chapter

But she needed to wake up. Her family of some sort should be worried of her not waking up. Aaliyah swam from the thoughts of drowsiness, bursting at the break of midnight.

Her eyes shot open to see a tall young man hovering over her. He was wearing a white lab coat over a forest green sweater. He also had black glasses, framing his cold black stare. Aaliyah tried to move her wrists but couldn't move. She looked down to both of her hands, noticing that there were metal bands retricting her from getting up.

"You're awake. Good, I was about to start injecting you with zolpidem tartrate. It's mainly for patients with neurological disorders but it seems to help disturb the sleep of a lot of healthy people."

It was a good thing that she fought to wake up. Otherwise she would extrememly angry. Being forced out of sleep wasn't a good thought to think about. Aaliyah then noticed a metallic machine that was hovering over her. It seemed that it was filled with capped needles waiting to screw someones rest. Aaliyah shivered just thinking on it.

Next

Doctor Shade was sifting through his files at his desks. It was close to midnight, the time when he was supposed to go back to the Lab. He grunted a bit, wanting to stay longer to read the results. His laboratory was pretty advanced, just like he wished it would be.

The walls were all soundproof, so if any authorized people pass by they won't be able to hear or see what he's doing.

He cut his ten

Chapter One: Amnesia

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