Following a group of medical and science professionals into the test room, Metis winced at the harsh lighting white painted room. She did this regularly recently as her sleep patterns became fragmented. She had not slept in her own bed for weeks; usually hunched over her desk or napping on the staff's sofa. She had began asking her assistants to bring her a change of clothes instead of leaving the lab. In fact, Metis had become unsure as to where her room even was but was to embarassed to say this out loud. On her set of keys, a label told her which floor and room to go to but the labyrinth that was the facility confused it.<br/><br/>That's what it was meant to do. The long white corridors were designed to confuse subjects, to keep them from finding any key distinctions that would help them decipher their location. A maze to keep the rats trapped in.<br/><br/>They wheeled the subject in. Metis had read the girl's file several times and knew fully well the age of the new subject but seeing her in person was a different experience. Metis had long grown used to dealing with the cries of little children. She reassured them that she was just the same as them; brought to the facility at age seven because of her abilities to be put on a mission to make the world a better place. She thoroughly believed in her cause, her test subjects just didn't know their role in all of it yet. The drug she was working on would make them stronger, fearless and, most importantly, obedient. The perfect army of unusal gifts.<br/><br/>Yet this girl made her stomach turn; there was something about her eyes. There was a quality of strength in her stare even though she looked so ill. Metis felt unease and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Finally she worked up the courage to approach - as she was the one in charge of administrating the injections - the restrained girl and cleared her throat:<br/>"Hello, Miss..." she peaked at the file again "Iris Jones, I am Dr. Huching and will be your primary care. We are just going to give you an injection, nothing to worry about, it'll be over as soon as you know it."<br/><br/>Metis smiled at Jupiter but it was not reassuring. She examined her; noting the dirt and raw skin, and bit her bottom lip. Having read the Jupiter's ability dealt with poision, she knew the restraints were necessary but she had never seen a subject in such poor condition. She had doubts whether the girl would last through the trial. The restraints and the mask made Jupiter look small and fragile; she sympathised with the rebel, unable to see any hostility.<br/><br/>"Nurse, perhaps we can take off Miss Jones' mask? It looks like it's making it hard for her to breathe."<br/><br/>"Are you sure, doctor?" the nurse asked, uneased.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm sure. We are not some sadisitic prison."<br/><br/>The researchers murmmered quietly among themselves. Metis obviously did not get the memo.