The Dragons Maiden ~Watty Awards 2013~

The Dragons Maiden 1

I inhaled slowly as my head hung over the white round bowl. Small particles floating in the water only made my stomach even more quezzy. My eyes closed as my hand reached up and flushed down my dinner. I knew for a fact that I wasn't experimented on, but ever since I got out of the dreadful place, I was still unable to stomach any food at all. If I didn't eat something, I was plainly going to die.

My legs wearily pushed my body up with the help of my hand on the bathroom counter. My eyes met my reflection in the mirror and I felt a rock resting on my shoulders as I stared at the wreck of a human being. My pale face looked completely weak, my deep hazel eyes were duller then they had ever been and my dark brown hair was tangled and paler too. Dark circles were painted under my eyes and sweat seemed to be developing out of my pores.

I slammed my hand down on the counter. Too much raced through my head but yet, at the same time, all that kept coming into my mind was blackness. Each time, I would think more and more on things, the blackness would seep deeper and deeper.

Slowly, my body had to be forced out of the bathroom and into my apartment living room. It was nothing like a future home would look like. In fact, it looked like a regular old apartment from the older days. It wasn't like I was filthy rich anyways! I was imprisoned in a white room with men that wore long white jackets that would have a breast pocket that they would keep a pen or a pencil.

The memory began to replay back in my mind as I remembered one of the doctors or scientists, with dirty blonde hair trimmed short and a face clear of any facial hair whatsoever, like he had it his goal to always have a clean shaved face. The thing I remember most about him though was his True blue eyes. He was a very handsome man in a very bad field; I didn't understand why he was even there. He seemed sad and annoyed by the work that he was doing. It was plan as daylight when he got in a fight with one of his co-workers. The reason why I remembered that so clearly was because that was the very moment that gave me the chance to escape the lab.

I didn't know where I was going in the labyrinth of hallways, but I had to get out of there. My whole body was completely weak from the chip that they had imbedded into my back just before this very moment. I was still woozy from the sleeping gas and felt extremely unstable as I ran and ran.

The memory suddenly began to fade as the blackness began to take over my thoughts again and my eyes traced over every human that was passing my window. My body felt a pull of weakness as my stomach began to churn again from whatever sickness was taking its tulle. Maybe if I found one of the experiments, they could help me...

I retrieved my leather-hooded jacket and slipped my feet into my black mid-calf boots and walked out the door already feeling the cold nipping at my nose. Small crystals ran from the sky and landed on the bottomless pit of our streets.

My fingers wrapped around the hood as I placed it over my head, darkening my face from the townsfolk. If the scientists saw my face, (and I didn't know it was a scientist) I would be back in that place maybe exterminated.

I let a small heave out of my chest and watched as the mist appeared from the cold of the winter day. I glided down the sidewalks, walking behind people that were scurrying to the stores that were about to close for the Christmas Holiday. To bad they had to spend their Christmas in a rat cage. Sooner or later there wouldn't be any more mice left for the snakes to eat, they would probably have to bring in more.

My stride began to get much longer as I wondered the streets; I had no idea what I was looking for. My chest began to get heavy again as I felt the sickness coming back. My throat felt full of disgusting ick that would probably appear any minute.

 Letting a breath out of my mouth, I quickly swallowed hoping that it would keep down whatever wanted to come up. I felt people's eyes on me as I stopped in the middle of the street and closed my eyes from the fear of throwing up again.