Sting Marydel and the Cliffs of Anterior, Part 8

Part one: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1049125.html
Part two: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1049392.html
Part three: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1051270.html
Part four: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1054666.html
Part five: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1057725.html
Part six: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1064287.html
Part seven: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/1067774.html


Sting shifted from foot to foot. He didn’t want to admit he was freaked out, but on the other hand, this was pretty weird.

Dr. Anjou – well, he assumed it was Dr. Anjou – was smiling brightly at him, as if she hadn’t just offered to laugh evilly for him, to set the mood.. Sting cleared his throat. “I don’t think I need the mood to be any weirder,” he admitted. “This is already way beyond normal.”

“Well, from the paperwork I’ve seen, so are you. Come, Mr. Marydel, let’s see exactly how unusual you are.”

“I really don’t want to spend the rest of my life being some sort of lab rat.”

“The rest of your life? How about the next two hours? It that acceptable?”

“You’re not very good at being reassuring, are you?”

“I’m not supposed to be.” She flashed him a much more natural smile. “I’m supposed to be the evil doctor here to experiment on you. And when I’m done with that, well…”

Sting swallowed at the pregnant pause.

“…well, then, we’ll let you see our toys, and decide for yourself if you mind being a lab rat once in a while, in return for playing with our best equipment.”

“You are seriously strange. You do know that, right?”

“Like I said, it’s in the job description. This way please, Mr. Marydel. We’ve got quite a bit of experimenting to get done and only a few hours to do it in.”

He followed her. He hadn’t come all this way just to back out at the last minute. Even if it did mean they were going to poke and prod at him, or stick needles into him, or…

Sting stopped dead on the far side of a door straight out of Star Trek. Laid out on a table, on a very long, big table, was something like a gingerbread-man cookie cutter…

…if the gingerbread man was the size of the world’s largest human.


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One thought on “Sting Marydel and the Cliffs of Anterior, Part 8

  1. dun-dun-DUNNNNNN! Hello Sterling, say hello to the frying pan. Be careful not to fall into the actual fire. 🙂 She has entirely too much fun with her job, doesn’t she.

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