Post by Jisanna Elizabeth Taylor on Sept 29, 2010 20:03:30 GMT -5
It has been a month and a half since my capture. Of course I don’t know that. Hours… they just pass by, slowly or quickly I don’t know. Days, I could count them by the sunrise and sunset- or the times that they turn out all the lights and hurl us test subjects into the darkness. I don’t think I’d have the energy to count it out. Weeks- all of these words are empty now. Time is time. Our time is time spent on growing closer to death. Every breath we take could be our last one. All it takes is for them to not need our bodies anymore and they will destroy us. It’s like a prison here, a mix between a prison and a hospital. The cleanliness and order of it burns my nose. Yet the sounds of protest and violence rings clear in my ears. My weight has declined, they don’t feed us much as it would mess up their results. I honestly don’t know what they are looking for but I know that all they are using are super naturals. Actually they are using Vampires and Shifters more at this particular base. They probably have different stations for the different categories of species. We are caged like animals. I sit now in the blinding white light of the fluorescent lighting, huddled in a small corner. My skin is paler than it used to be, for lack of UV rays. My eyes are clouded over in the background, a side effect from the strong drugs they administer into my veins most days. I do believe I might lose my sight if this goes on long enough. My arms are sore from blood withdrawals and injections. Just because I heal fast doesn’t mean it that it hurts less. My arms are wrapped around my knees, my hands clasped together. My head is tilted back, resting on the corner of the wall in my plain white room. However much hell I gave the Scientist’s and Hunter’s, they managed to get what they wanted. For instance, my long, silky black hair barely grazes my shoulders now. They said that it got in the way of their experiments. My face is drawn out and clearly tired. Right now I am truly the dark corner in a light room. Part of my room is completely mesh wire fencing, one side for the Scientist’s and Hunters, and the other is just connecting me to the other cells. The cell next to me is empty, I think they know that I will raise hell, but every day I see the rooms filling up and they won’t be able to keep me separated much longer. My theory becomes true.
The next day, I haven’t moved from my simple positioning when I young man is thrown into the jail cell next to me. He is instantly back on his feet and launches himself at the fence, he bangs at it and shouts for a few minutes before he realizes it is hopeless. Or at least I talk some sense into him.
“Hey! Quiet! It’ll do no good.”
He looks at me incredulously but doesn’t argue; he sits at the wire and stares as if he expects some conversation. I am at the end furthest from him but still facing the blonde boy. After a long silence, I close my eyes and he speaks.
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough. I don’t know. Not many people keep track of time here. I know that it’s been more than a month. Maybe almost two.”
“DO you know what they want?”
I chuckle before lifting up a tube pumping questionable liquids into my veins, “Besides sticking these things into us as well as injections and pills… I don’t know.”
He looks horrified at this revelation and then shakes it off. It’s obvious he wants to get off of this topic, “Is there anyone missing you right now that are trying to find you? That could help you get out of here.”
My listless, hazy eyes turn over to him a half hearted smirk forced onto my face, “I doubt they’d miss me much. I made a mistake. That’s why I’m here. Even if they did start to look, it’d be too late.”
“You talk as if you’re going to die.”
“Not to bring you into the nightmare of my life, but yes I am going to die. Might not be today or tomorrow, but I will someday. Everyone dies, dreamer. Whether it's Karma or not."
“Karma? But you don’t look like you’ve killed people.”
“I’ve got a lot of blood on my hands, I’m just glad I got out of it before I did something like this.” I gesture around the clean hallways.
“You were a Hunter?”
I go rigid as silence descends on the room. I nod silently. “But you better not push it boy, I haven’t told anyone more than my name before. I am not about to tell you my life’s story.”
He laughs and I enjoy the sound, company is nice. All of a sudden he is serious again. “It must be pretty lonely living that way.”
I look down, it’s like he’s punched me in the stomach. A wave of longing for Ace overwhelms more for a second. “It was and then things changed and it wasn’t anymore. Now I’m back to square one." For reasons unknown it seems to pain him to see me shut down like I have. I force a smile onto my face for him as I lie down in exhaustion.
“Oh right, Welcome to Hell. Good luck. You are going to need it.”
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