"P-please don't! PLEASE!" The girl sobbed as the gurney rolled through the large double doors which two hulking men with machine guns promptly closed. The thick leather straps around her wrists and ankles were so tight that they left bright red marks on her pale skin though she had far to little energy to struggle against them. Her tear-streaked face looked from one white-clad man to the other but neither achnowledged her existence as they pulled the steel gurney beneath the large sterile lights and locked it in position.
"I j-just wanted to be cured! I just... wanted to b-be cured!" The sobbing wracked her chest as her lungs screamed for air, her head rolling from side to side against the cold metal, but no one in the room responded.
"Subject 262." One man's curt, emotionless voice spoke but only for the sake of the recording being made on a nearby computer. Two nurses moved around him as they prepared his sterile white gown, the kind used by surgeons in hospital operating rooms. Holding up a large PDA in a rubber-gloved hand, he read off the girl's file.
"Subject suffers minimal bleeding from puncture wounds. Grains of sand appear to almost completely seal incisions made by smooth scalpel and surgical saw. Amputation of right arm resulted in the removed limp 'disintegrating' into sand. After two weeks, limb appears to have reformed overnight. Subject insists she managed it herself. Electrical stimulation appears to cause the subject a unusually high level of pain. Areas in contact with the electrical nodes appear to have completely 'disintegrated'. Subject struggled against further restraint and was denied full-anesthesia for following procedure. Subsequent removal of both the left and right arm resulted in limbs reforming about three hours after subject regained consciousness. Subject becoming more violent, lashing out at House staff. Recently attempted an escape by... sliding through the cracks of her cell door. Behavioral treatment appears to have failed. Authorization for level 4 treatments has been cleared." The girl's begging continued to gain pitch as the doctor spoke, her words echoing futilely around the windowless room. Handing the PDA off to the nurse, the doctor turned as the double doors were opened once again to allow a new man to enter, one similarly clad in surgical gear, flanked by two large orderlies; one carrying several thick electrical cables attached to a large box. Upon seeing the device, the girl was whipped into a screaming frenzy; her restraint-clad arms and feet banging against gurney in a desperation. The doctor continued without a beat.
"Visiting Head of 'The Project', Dr. Wilson, will be overseeing today's full-body operation. Thank you, doctor."
"Not that! NOT THAT!" The girl wailed, wide grey-blue eyes never leaving the device.
"Please! I'll be good! I'LL BE GOOD! Just don't do it again! Don't do it to me again!"
"Yes." Dr. Wilson muttered, his gaze lingering on the girl with the look a scientist would give a lab-rat.
"Let's begin." With a wave of his hand, the men moved around the struggling girl and began attaching the cables to various parts of her body, about a dozen in all.
"Fully body application should yield some very interesting results."
"No! No! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" As the device was turned on and the electricity coursed through her body, her shrieking reached a climax as it felt like every cell was on fire; an instant of such intense agony that it could have felt it lasted hours. Within 5 seconds Dr. Wilson waved his hand again and the device was quickly shut off. Stepping up to the gurney he reached a gloved hand down into the pile of fine white sand that was all that was left of her, his eyes watched as the stream of grains slip through his fingers.
"Fascinating."