Chapter 141: Alexandra Glycia (New)

The first thing the three-year-old little girl felt was a blinding light. Surrounded by the surreal feeling of gentleness and warmth. This warm yet slightly prickly sensation could ultimately make one forget oneself.

"Wonderful, Alexandra," Said the white coat mad man.

The little girl, Alexandra, rubbed her eyes. "Are we done yet, uncle" her small voice would pierce anyone's heart. The man pulled out what looked like an IV from her tiny arms. Except whatever was in the bag was a creepy glowing blue liquid.

One could already tell what is being done to her. A child being experimented on by a madman.

"Not yet, Alexandra..." The Uncle said as he picked up her small frame and feed her and dark red elixir. One had to wonder what it is, but the little girl was used to it and thought nothing of the treatment.

Alexandra then yawned and rubbed her beautiful purple eyes, unique color in this world. She nodded her head and laid back down as the Uncle injected something green into her with a syringe.

Usually, Children hated shots, but Alexandra looked to have gone to sleep. Meaning she did not feel any pain from what her 'Uncle' was doing at all.

By the time she woke up and sat up from the surgery chair, she saw her uncle hunched over a bottle. She moved her small hands and jumped down from the chair. She then-toddler over with her feet, and the 'Uncle' looked unconscious, form at his mouth with his eyes opened but pulled backward.

He was Dead. That much was clear.

Alexandra pulled his sleeve, just a lite pule; her expression was blank. She suddenly turned her face, was the door of the basement opened. Alexandra pulled her hand down and ran towards the steps.

"Soteris?" a male voice said immediately. The older Gentlemen, similar to age to the 'Uncle,' became visible from the first step. The Older man saw Alexandra. He was surprised, but then his expression became one of worry.

He came down to her. He kneeled to her level. Alexandra just stared at him with curious eyes. It was the first time she had seen another person other than the Uncle.

"Do you know where Dr. Soteris is?" He patted her hair. Alexandra raised her head with a faint flush and pointed at her 'Uncle.' The older looked up and went pale, his smile dropped. He walked over to the corpse of his friend.

Alexandra stared at the older man for a moment before turning her head and patting her stomach. She ran over to the cabinets she opened them. It was full of a red elixir bottle. Which she took one, and opened, and placed it toward her mouth.

The bottle looked like a sippy cup. She turned to the strange person by her uncle and shuffled over to him, curious about what he was doing while drinking her bottle.

"Are you going to make, Uncle, wake up?" Alexandra said lightly as she continued to sip her drink.

The Older Gentlemen turned to her with reddish eyes, and the widen as he acted so fast to snack the drink from Alexandra's hand.

She was so surprised it looked like she was about to cry, but instead, she puffed up her face in refusal.

"This, where did you get this?" he said. Alexandra pointed to the cabinet behind the surgery chair full of the same bottle with the elixir.

"Can I have it back," She said, tugging on her dress. Looking down Somewhat, the older gentlemen finally got a good look at the cup and seemed to have understood what happened. He looked back at his old friend with fluctuating emotions.

"Are you hungry? Come on, and I'll get you something better to eat than this." He smiled with an expression of pity.

Alexandra looked up at him and then at her Uncle, who stopped moving. She lifted her arms. "I can't get up the stairs alone."

Sighing, he picked put the cup down and picked up a brownish journal that he put into his pocket. Before he picked her up and took her upstairs. Alexandra got a good look at her Uncle, whose faces were still lying on the desk. His eyes and mouth were closed, and he looked to be sleeping peacefully.

She looked at him. She knows he's not going to move again. Although she was little, she understood a lot. She then remembered her rat friend that would come and go. One day she gave it some of her juice to drink.

Only a sip and it stopped moving, and only glass made the little rat go cold. Her expression was blank. Her rat friend could drink her juice, and neither could her Uncle.