he quiet and the dark was something Matt was starting to get use to. How long had he even been trapped in this place? He was starting to lose all sense of time it seemed. Constant working, little breaks, dim light. They only wanted him for his mind. It was hard but the faster he got them what he wanted then maybe, just maybe he could go home.
It was the loneliness that got to him too. Some days he wished someone would be by with a kind conversation for him. That was never the case. Most people who visited just brought him food, told him to go faster, or wanted an update on his progress. He hated every moment here.
Tonight was one of his later night’s, looking at the computer as results of the most resent test processed. At least while he waited for this he could kick back for a moment, taking to looking at a picture of him and his sister. The one thing on him when he was taken that he had been allowed to keep. Gosh how he missed her.
He was taken from his thoughts when he heard his door open. Strange, they shouldn’t be back for a while unless they really wanted to give him an extra push. Turning he was surprised to see a young girl. She looked scared. Maybe she was in the same boat he was in.
Slowly he rose from his chair, his features were nothing but kind as he looked at her. “Hello there. Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you.” He took a few steps before stopping. Best to take this slow. “My name’s Matt. What’s yours?”
Frozen, the child was frozen like a statue when eyes had turned upon her. An irrational fear washing upon her as he rose. Eyes screwed shut and shoulders immediately rose to the level of her ears.
Shallow breaths filled the silence, soon to be broken by his voice. One eye, and then the other, slowly peeked open, to stare upon his form. A thankful distance was kept, allowing her to avoid being placed at the mercy of irrationality. Red optics shifted around the room, slow and fearful. Every inch of the girl was like a rabbit who had just been caught in the open.
Had she ever seen a room like this before?
It with creased brows that she turned her attention back to the stranger. It was now evident he was not one of the bird men. Tension went lax, breaths falling heavy into the air. A pale hand lifted clutching at the rags, that barely passed as a dress, that lay over her chest.
It was the same lingering scent of stale air in this room. No longer did the stench feel overwhelming. The child took a step back until she could feel the cold of the door through the dress, scraping fabric against her back.
Heavy pants fell from her lips as she closed her eyes once more, slowly tension was fading further, allowing the girl to find some semblance of comfort in this accursed place. It was after tens of seconds passed before she opened her mouth, to a low whisper. “E-Eri.” The name trembled out, off a leaden tongue. “I’m... Eri.”
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