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10

Thursday, October 10, 2013
Nathan's Point of View

I stepped out the car, I looked over at Dakota, I realized in the dark shadows behind her, stood Mark. My eyes widened. I tried to warn her, but I couldn't find the words, I felt stuck.

"Nathan what?" She asked.

I started to run over, my face horrified. Her legs caved in as she dropped to the ground. I watched as her body pooled blood all around it on the dirt.

Forgetting that Mark was even there, I raced to her body, "Dakota?!" I shouted. "Dakota?! Wake the fuck up, what up right now!"

There was a pinch in my neck, and before I knew it, I collapsed myself, onto Dakota.

***

"Nathan!" I heard screams. "Nathan please! Wake up!"

I flinched awake, my vision was blinded by bright lights. I kept my eyes squinted, allowing them to adjust to the bright lights.

I could make out where I was. I was lying on a sofa in.. the dark room? What was I doing here?

"Nathan!"

I looked up, realizing I was lying on the ground. There sat some girl in the chair, she was duct taped to it, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. I tried to move my body but I couldn't. My wrists were bound together and so were my ankles, "Shit."

I shut up eyes for split moment, I could see her corpse on the ground of American Rust. My eyes fluttered open, I flinched, looking around me, realizing I was still in the dark room.

"Nathan! It's me, Am-" I heard the screams, but after a while my brain naturally blocked it out as I looked around the dark room, still confused.

As I blinked once more, I saw Mark standing over my body with a drug filled syringe. My eyes opened wide, I frantically looked around me, my hearing came back.

"-Up! Please, wake up!" She shouted.

My eyes locked with the eyes of the girl's on the chair, "D-Dakota?" I asked.

My vision began to focus instead of being so foggy and blurry. The girl's eyes were blue, her skin pale, "Amelie?" Realizing it was Amelie in the dark room's chair, I started looking around in a panicky motion.

"Nathan!" Amelie called. "What's happening?!" She was crying, hear tears running down her cheeks, "What is all this Nath?"

"The dark room.." I trailed off. "Shit, fuck, Amelie, what are you doing down here?"

I heard footsteps walking towards me, "She's my newest subject. Beautiful, isn't she?"

I looked up, my eye's met Mark's, "That's my fucking sister, that's my fucking sister, let her go you-"

"Now, now, Nathan," Mark said in a calm town. "Why don't we tell Amelie the beautiful story behind this beautiful place?"

I looked at him, "Don't."

"Go on," He said softly. "Tell her."

"Amelie I-I'm so sorry," I cried out. "Amelie, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm-"

"Let's just say, I became sort of a father figure for Nathan. It happens often is teacher/student relationships. It was kind of touching for a while.." Mark trailed off. "I told him what he needed to hear. In return I had access to the Prescott fortune. Who do you like paid for think glorious dark room and equipment? How else would I get all these hip new drugs for my subjects?"