Heaven Sent

Blue eyes, dark hair over one eye, pale skin...
Who is the mysterious boy that saved Nahla on the night of the fight?
Why is he here? For her sake? Well, Roux is no ordinary guy... Doing what he does is difficult. Not to break the law, bend the rules, to be with her... but, they can get away with it. Can't they?...


17. Nahla

Security guards in white uniform, long (increasingly clean) corridors, the squeak of over-polished shoes on the linoleum, the scent of citrus cleaning products are all I can sense, as we make our way down the passage. It just came out of nowhere! They took Roux. They talked to me about angel law. They took us away from each other. They are going to regret this!

On and on we walk, at a brisk pace with the two guards arms around mine. Hauling me along, if I get too slow. My heart is bursting from my rib-cage, with worry, the increasing worry of what might happen to, Roux. To me, to us.

Tests. He had said that tests were to be performed on me. What kind of tests?

Finally, we turn a corner and I am chaperoned inside yet another bright, white room. I am nervous. What is this place? I look around, to see only a sharp, uptight looking woman at a white desk. Typing away at yet another white laptop, with a pencil skirt and a lab coat to match. A halo sits tightly around her bun on top of her head, horn rimmed, jewelled glasses around her neck.

Looking closer at the screen, she puts her glasses on the end of her pencil like nose and squints.

"Hehem!" One of the guards clears his throat. She looks up. "Oh, yes! Can I help you?"

"Ummm... yes, Madam. We have a human-girl here that we need to test for ... various things."

"Certainly!" She picks up her clipboard and totters over. "There is a form needed to be filled out for that, of course." She brandishes her clipboard. "Yes, lets see then, name?"

"Nahla, we believe is her name. Nahla Becket."

"Yes, yes..." She scribbles it down. "Age? Hair colour? Eye colour? Height? Weight? Nationality? Address?" The list goes on and on. When the form is filled out, they talk about putting me through what they call an "Evaluation test" until they decide to sterilise me. "So her name is definitely Nahla... Yes, good..." The three wander outside of the room where I am being held. While they discuss me, several other angels in white, paper jumpsuits take me through a series of cleansing processes until I smell like the corridors I came through to get here! Washed and lathered and rinsed and showered and blow dried. The lot!

I am dressed in a white, papery, hospital uniform and taken to another room, where the receptionist retrieves the form, hands it to another angel in the corner (Who is mixing a chemical compound) they take it and the woman leaves.

"OK, can you take her from here?" One of the guards enquires to the researcher.

"Yes, you can leave us now." The guards leave and I am placed into a chair around strange instruments and bottles of coloured liquids, where I am hooked up to a large machine and sedated. At least, I think I am. Swaying figures and swirling colours swim around in my vision until... blackness.

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