The blood in our veins - Part 1
[ valorant oc ] - some things are better left alone, some knowledge better left unknown
cw/tw: mentions of vomit and blood, child abuse, medical abuse, injury, cursing (if there are more triggers or content warnings I missed, please tell me!!)
notes: took me so long to get this out but I wanted to make sure it was perfect before posting it bc that's what my little lab experiment deserves
A small child walked around an empty room in perfect circles, their bare feet making contact with the cold concrete floor. A small chant could be heard from across the hall. A soft voice, crying a symphony of pain and desolation, similar to one of a sheep being chased after by the big bad wolf. Neither of them knew exactly why they were there, nor what purpose their life had. They just existed and waited patiently for the end of their suffering to come.
“Hey Max, whatcha got planned for tomorrow’s dinner? I was thinking I could order some lamb steak!”
“Agh I don’t know man, don’t you feel a bit bad for it?”
“For the lamb? You gotta be kidding me! They were born to be fed to us, Larry. It's their whole purpose. They are born, raised, fed and kept just to be meat”
The two men’s conversation got interrupted by a loud scream from a few rooms over. A mechanical door slammed open just for a man in a janitor suit to walk out of it next to a little girl. Something didn’t seem right about her. Perhaps it was the metallic collar around her neck that seemed oddly large for a girl her size, or maybe the handcuffs around her hands and feet that made it extremely difficult for her to walk. Her pace was slow but steady, solemn even, like she was heading to a funeral. Apart from the initial scream, she seemed to be completely obedient to all of the man’s orders.
The new room was cold, making her shiver under her thin hospital gown. The man pushed her into the ground, quietly turning around and closing the door behind himself, positioning himself behind a small window that led into the room. As she slowly got up, her eyes focused onto the figure of the man behind the glass, his surgical mask covering half of his face. She could only see his eyes, distant and cold, looking at her with complete indifference.
She knew what was going to happen. Just like all the other times. She was going to scream, cry and maybe even throw up. She really tried to be a good girl like she was told to. Keep still, keep quiet and breathe slow was all she had to do. But as she began to feel her skin burning, trying to keep her mouth quickly closed in an attempt to keep the vomit inside of her, she felt herself lose control. She didn’t want to be a burden. But as much as she tried, the pain was too much. Her mouth burst open, a mess of vomit and blood coming out. There wasn’t even any bits of food there. Did she even know what food looked like? She had heard the scientists and janitors talk about it before, but never really knew what that word meant.
More silhouettes began to appear on the glass, as their voices filled the room, their murmur echoing around the room. They seemed to be writing in their notepads, watching her every move. Perhaps if the pain wasn’t so strong maybe she could have pleaded with them, although she already knew that wouldn’t help. All the other times she cried for help, all she was met with was silence.
The pain grew worse, her skin beginning to tint a dark purple. As she clawed at her scalp she saw chunks of hair fall out. Everything was starting to become dark…Until it wasn’t.
The pain stopped like a train hitting the brakes. She felt calm, happy even. It was all over now. She felt the warmth of her heart grow, the rashes that covered all her body heal, it was all going back to normal now.
The men in white grew happy, seeing her body slowly healing. They wrote frantically on their notepads before they left from where they entered. No one was left besides the man who brought her in.
Even under all that protection and the long process of disinfection they had to go through, she could still smell each and every one of them. They all smelled different. This one in particular smelled like…the cleaning agent that the janitors used to use before. She could’ve sworn she heard them call it ‘bleach’. Strong disinfectant but a bit too strong for the fragile skin of a human. Maybe that’s what they used to wash their clothes and that’s why he smelled like it.
Before she could ponder much longer, the man opened the door and grabbed her arm roughly, dragging her across the hallway back into her room.
The door slammed closed behind him and silence filled the room. She could now only wait. Wait and wait. Until the man came back and repeated it all.
Sabine’s pace was solemn as she walked into the room, the clock on the wall striking 9 pm. She slowly lowered her body onto the chair and took a deep breath.
The silence filled the room before Liam spoke. It wasn’t everyday when she got to see their strong leader act like a scaredy cat, hiding in his office in fear. The memories of war were still fresh in his mind, yet the new recruit seemed to scare him more than any gun had ever done.
His voice was weak, filled with uncertainty, yet still tinted with his usual determination.
“Yes. The helicopter arrived a few minutes ago. She’s waiting for you in the containment room.”
“She… doesn’t seem to really know how to communicate. From what we’ve gathered, she doesn’t know how to read nor write, and almost can’t understand simple words. We had to bring Selkie in an attempt to have her cooperate”
“...Do you still think this is a good idea?”
“She’s our only option, Brimstone. We need her now more than ever”
It was game night, everyone was huddled around the TV trying to get a peak at Ryo’s and Jamie’s game. The fight had been going for almost an hour now, but neither of them wanted to give up.
Erik was laying on the couch, taking slow sips of his beer. The temperature was perfect, the ice cubes hadn’t melted yet but they cooled the drink just the right amount, and the tinge of lemon made his mouth tingle with excitement.
Just as he was about to take another sip, the loudspeakers turned on, scaring the drink off of his hand, spilling it all over himself.
“Fuck! That was my last beer!”
“Agent 11, come to Brimstone’s office as soon as possible”
Zyanya perked up, having her number being called in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly normal. Was it news about her sister? Or did she do anything wrong? Sure, she could be rebellious with Sabine’s orders, but she did her job. Some would say she did more than she needed, but she didn’t exactly have a choice.
The room fell into silence after the door closed, only the sound of the flickering lightbulb coming from an old lamp Liam refused to throw away, saying that it reminded him of the old days.
“I’m not sure if it’s for the best, but there’s no news on her, Reyna. We need your help with a…different kind of problem. There’s a kid. Well, technically not a kid…”
“Technically not? Is it a child or not?”
“It’s more…complicated than that”
Zyanya looked at Liam, watching for any hint of what the scientist could be talking about, but found only the uncertain gaze of the man. She then finally looked back at Sabine, distrust evident in her eyes.
“...is it one of your doings again?”
“If it was my doing, I’d at least have an idea of how it came to be. With her I’m utterly lost. She… it shouldn’t be possible. She shouldn’t be possible…”
Liam broke in, trying to keep the conversation away from becoming somber.
“We know you’ve fostered kids at the sanctuary before, this shouldn’t be any different!”
“...Any radiant has a place in the sanctuary, kid or not. We will welcome her in with open arms”
“That’s the thing. She isn’t one”
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