This story is a work of fiction (sad I have to say that). Everyone having sex in this story is over 18. This story will run the gamut between mind-control, non-consent, lesbian, incest and maybe even a dash of horror. This part, as the title says, is the prelude, more a "how we got here" than overtly sexual. There is some, and the next chapters will be full of it. Now on a final note, the laws of physics and the natural order are different from our world, so do not be put off by things that don't a lot of sense, just enjoy the world for what it is, a fantasy.
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May 20th, 1989
Andrew's life changed a week before his 22nd birthday. He was working on something that would fund the rest of his time in college. It was a modification of ecstasy, mixed with ketamine, rohypnol and using RNA modification. He hoped it would be popular, he would just have to be sure it worked as well as he hoped.
Once he finished his first batch, he would have to find someone to test it on. He wanted it to be a liquid that was absorbed through the skin. Everything was going well; the chemicals were combining slowly. He walked over to the window and looked out over the campus. At 7am the campus was peaceful. As he looked to the quad, a flock of birds erupted into the air and dozens of squirrels scampered towards the woods.
He shook his head and went back to his burners and beakers. He spent time adjusting flames, the flow of chemicals and the final ingredients. As he was adding the final one using a dropper, there was a small vibration that moved the liquids but he thought nothing of it. Then there was a major shake.
The room seemed to roll and buck with the rumble and the shake. Andrew was unable to keep his feet and threw his hands out to steady himself. In doing so he knocked the chemicals from the table. The uncontrolled mixing caused a toxic cloud to form and as his head hit the side of the table he ended up on the floor and lost consciousness.
June 29th, 1989
He heard voices around him but could see nothing. He felt like he was floating, there was no pain, only a warmth enveloping his body. He tried to concentrate on the voices, but they seemed to overlap and he could not make sense of it. Darkness joined the warmth and he slipped into what felt like comforting arms.
August 12th, 1989
"Doctor Carlain, your patient seems to be waking up." The soft voice of a young woman stated.
"Yes Becky, how are his vitals?" an older sounding, but no less soft and feminine voice replied.
"Blood pressure is 119 over 88, temperature 97.4, oxygen saturation 96% and pulse is low, due to sedatives and is 62 bpm. He seems to be doing well but he has not responded to his environment as of yet."
"Well, lets lower the lights and check his eyes. If you will remove the bandages, I will check his dilation response."
The room darkened and he felt pressure on his face, then there was a bright light. He could not talk and he could not even move voluntarily, he wondered when this all would be over. The light moved back and forth, but he could not see anything else.
"His pupil dilation is normal, even with the sedatives, and though his vitals show he is waking up, there is no other evidence..." her voice sounded normal until the end, there was a hint of confusion. "Do you smell that, Becky?"
"Smells like... vanilla?"
"Yes, that's it." Curiosity filled the doctor's voice. "Is he... sweating?"
"Looks like..." there was a pause and the sound of sniffing. "His sweat smells like vanilla, doctor."
"Get a blood sample, sample of his sweat and a urine sample for now. From the looks of it the bandages can come off in a week or two. Let's slowly wean him off of the sedatives too. Keep putting the salve on the burns."
"Yes Doctor."
"If you think he has healed enough so it is not painful, a sponge bath might be in order."
"I understand, he will probably be ready by Monday for a full bath, but I will be sure to clean him up the best I can until then."
"Good, I will check up on him tomorrow some time."
The door opened and closed and he slipped back into the darkness.
August 16th, 1989
Andrew opened his eyes for the first time and there was something covering them. He tried to move his hand to remove whatever it was and found he could barely move them. He wondered what had happened to him. He had no memory of how he came to be, where ever it was he was at.
He knew he was in a bed; he could feel the sheets and blankets along with the pillow under his head. He found he could move his head slightly, left and right. He heard the door open and for some reason he did not want them to know he was awake.