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Chapter I

tw: blood. talks of sa, swearing.

sorry if this is kind of ass guys

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I can hear it, the screams, the gunshots, the pleading. I can feel the fear and pain pushed onto me by the others. It might be a dream; most times that's how they are. I can never tell, though. It'll go away if I keep my eyes closed long enough; so I do just that. After a moment, I open my eyes, expecting to be in my room or maybe the operating chair. Instead, I see There's blood splattered on the walls, dead bodies all around me, glass shattered on the floor, objects thrown around. Fuck. My eyes land on my reflection, I'm covered in blood; some of it is mine... My breathing picks up and I try to get up but feel someone grab my hand.

I let out a cry, my eyes snap to the man laying in front of me, gurgling on his own blood as he tries to speak.

"h-hurry and run." he manages to get out in short, painful gasps as he holds his neck. What is he talking about? why are am I crying?

2 weeks earlier

I lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling as I await for the inevitable torture of the day. What will be worse? the experiments they'll run or that stupid man who escorts me everywhere? he's so annoying. I hate him so much. Always saying stupid and weird things, his hands going places they shouldn't, his stupid bald head, his stupid eyes that wander places they shouldn't his-

"Up and at em" I snap out of my thoughts and sit up slowly, expecting baldy; instead, I see.... actually, I've never see n this man in my life. I get up and look at him weird, but he doesn't say anything, just waits till I finally walk up to him.

He nods his head at me to follow him down the hall, but I hesitate and shoot him another look. Baldy always puts restraints on my hands and legs, sometimes (most times) he puts a sack over my head if he's annoyed (always). Okay, this guy is either new or just stupid- maybe both.

"What?" he asks, a laugh coming out. I'm not supposed to speak to them, or anyone for that matter. normally, I'd say something back just to piss them off, but today, I'm too tired. Couldn't sleep last night since they thought it'd be okay to run experiments on me almost all night.

He sighs as I look away and starts to walk. I watch him walk for a moment before taking a step out of my room, bracing myself for the white noise to begin playing. Nothing. I look around the area, trying to see if I'm being tested. nothing. I start to walk to catch up to him.

Who is this? Why is he giving me so much freedom to move around and where the fuck is baldy? Maybe this is some kind of sick joke that I don't fully understand. haha very funny, I didn't stay in my room so now they can torture me till I pass out and get off to it. Wouldn't be the first time.. We make it to a black door that I've been forbidden to go in and I stop in my tracks. Now I know they're fucking with me. before I can move away the door opens.

"You forgot the restraints dumbass!" aaand baldy is back, irritated as ever.

"Sorry, sir." he says, stumbling over himself to grab the restraints from baldy. I hold my arms out so he can put them on me, rolling my eyes as I hear him apologize to me, earning a hit to the back of my head from baldy.

"Who said you could roll your eyes?" he says and I glare at him, earning another hit, this time to the face.

"Sir you shouldn't be hitting her, if anything you should-" he slaps him too, laughing dryly.

"Happy?" the new guy asks and he shrugs.

"Finish up so we can go, we have something special for you." Ew. He puts a bag over my head. I feel a hand hold onto my arm.

"Don't touch her! God, do I have to do everything myself?" I feel him remove his hand, someone wrapping a rope around my hands in addition to the cuffs, tying it tightly and yanking on it.

"Won't that hurt her?"

"Who cares."Right. Who actually does care? Even though the new guy is acting like it, He doesn't actually care.

"Think you can hold onto this without fucking up?" I don't hear a response but we start walking straight. We definitely went through that door. Am I going to die?

I stop when I hit a sharp corner of what I'm assuming is a table and groan.

"Come on you've suffered worse." Baldy says, I feel a yank on the rope and move again. We keep moving till I accidentally bump into the new guy- or I think it was him. I get confirmation when I'm not backhanded or yelled at.

there's a beeping sound heard ahead of me and I hear a whoosh noise before we're walking again. Must've been the door.

"There they are!" I hear an enthusiastic voice say. it sounds so familiar.. no it couldn't be.

"Mr. Gray! We weren't expecting you today." I think this is the first time I've heard baldy sound slightly scared. I smile; no one can see it anyway.

"Am I not allowed here Miller?" so that's his name.

"I didn't mean that at all sir-"

"What do you mean?" I can feel the tension in the room as it falls silent.

"I'm just messing with you" The laughter is so forced I can't help but scoff. no one takes notice of it though, too busy laughing obnoxiously loud.

But Why is the president here? are they going to send me off to do his dirty work? Come to taunt me about killing my family? the laughter dies out and I can feel everyone's eyes on me.

"get her in the chair and take that damn bag off her head." I feel someone grip my arm and yank me somewhere, forcing me into what feels like an operating chair, yanking the bag on my head off of me.

Immediately looking around I see that there's at least 16 other people in the room, the president- or what I'm assuming is him, is hidden behind 6 people. coward. There's 4 people in each corner of the room with the new guy and baldy- or I guess Miller- strap me into the chair. The other four are probably the scientist/ doctors; two of them look new; the other two I know from when I was a kid.. The newer ones are holding their clipboards, one of them seems nervous but the other.. actually I can't really tell with him.

"Is she secure?" The man who's probably in charge of this project looks irritated and impatient. What are they trying to do for real? Why the fuck am I strapped to a chair with twice as many psf in the room than usual? and why is the president here, hiding behind 6 men?

"Eyes over here." I look over at one of the doctors who has a light in his hand.

"Just follow the light for me." I look at him weirdly at first as he moves the light along. He stops and sighs, moving away to grab something. When he comes back he has some sort of small square pad and a button. he puts it on me and presses the button.

Pain slowly takes over my body, getting less and less tolerable as he keeps his finger on the button. I throw my head back and yank against the restraints to try and get that stupid button out of his hand. He stops.

"Okay, one more time. Look at the light." I want to choke him out. Instead, I follow the light. he puts it down and smiles at me. ew.

He gets up and grabs a syringe I immediately yank against my restraints. This can't be what I think it is. click. I groan as I try to free myself. I swear my head might explode from the pain jolting through me. I scream loudly, the lights flickering.

"What are you doing? give it to her!" I hear someone say. I can't see what's going on, the pain is too blinding. One moment I hear glass breaking, objects being thrown, The next something has been stabbed into my arm.

I go limp for a moment as everything stops, breathing heavily and looking around. There's glass shattered on the floor, objects thrown on the ground. Everyone either has their gun ready or looks at me wearily. All except one guy. He has anger in his eyes, he hides it well, i'll give him that, but it's still there. Was I too loud for his liking? Too annoying? I'll be 10 times worse next time. My insides start to burn.

"Will she be alright?" He asks, making everyone look at him, taken aback. Who asks such a dumb question? The other doctor i know walks up to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Does it matter?" Click. I scream as pain surges through me again, much worse than before.

"Really nice to see you Gray." Everything is too blurry. I can't make out anything, or feel anything.

"I'll be back next week to see how the experiment is going. I trust everything will be ready by then?"

"Yes sir." What the absolute fuck. I hear the door slide open and close. Please let this be over.

"Just a few more things and you can take it back."

"Can we do that tomorrow I have other important things to do."

"Like what Miller?"

"Like..."

"Exactly."

"Look I don't want my whole day to just be here-"

"It's okay I got it." The new guy chimes in.

"Don't be stupid you're too new. It might hurt you."

"She was fine with me earlier."

"This true Miller?"

No response.

"I got it guys it's not a big deal."

"Fine. Go Miller before I change my mind." I feel sort of relieved. I don't think I can deal with baldy without trying to kill him right now.

I feel a hand grip my chin, flashing a bright light into my eyes.

"Follow the light again." I physically can't. My eyes are too heavy and I can barely see as it is. That earns a slap to the face.

"Follow. The. Light."

After another hour of torture, I'm unrestrained by the new guy. He helps me up, putting my arm on his shoulder before walking me back to my room.

"I'm sorry." He says sorry too much.

"Must hurt a lot." No shit.

"It'll be over soon enough." What's that mean?

He sits me on my bed, and gently wipes the blood from my eyes, nose, and mouth. Why is he being so stupid? If I wanted to, I could kill him right now, why don't I? I'm too tired is all.

"Rest easy." And the door shots behind him. Leaving me in the dark, alone with my suffering.