Fluctuating Beats

Chapter 6: Change of direction

You were woken up with a jerk. You thought it'd be breakfast the next day, but sadly not. It was still today, but you weren't sure what time. The punchable face of Uncle Janson was the first one you saw. He had a group of four guards around him holding either guns or electric batons. They really didn't trust you.

"Come on, Y/n. We need to speak with you," he spoke soundly surprisingly calm. His level of hatred was much lower than normal. Suspicious.

"Why?" You questioned sitting slowly up. You were sore and in pain from the day's intense activities.

He came into your cell slightly his hands deep in his jacket pockets, "Teresa told us what you told her and we want to go over some finer details."

Glancing again at the four guards behind him, you nodded getting to your feet and waddling slowly over. Two of the guards grabbed your arms and the other two stood behind you, keeping their guns ready.

"Can I have some food?" You questioned feeling your stomach rumble in protest at your lack of food.

You could tell Janson had rolled his eyes even if you couldn't see his face. "If you behave."

You smiled feeling pleased, "Would I be able to have some decent food? I know you guys get better food than we do and, I'm just saying that some nice food might loosen my tongue."

"Shut up," Janson sighed as you continued up the stairs until you got to a floor you'd never been on.

This one looked plainer than the rest of the floors you'd been on. The others were either the laboratory and experimenting ones or the cell block. There was nothing here apart from a few guards milling around and a lift. Janson led you over into the lift and pressed the button for the top floor.

"No music, disappointing," you muttered tutting as the lift started to climb up through the building. You tapped your barefoot on the floor making another annoying noise, you could sense Janson's temper rising.

Next, you decided humming would improve the atmosphere but still, Ratman made no attempt to stop you. His shoulder rose a fell as he took a deep breath and continued to ignore you.

The lift doors slid open and you found yourself in what looked like a meeting room. Ava, Teresa, three older people you didn't know and that nervous looking assistant were already inside waiting.

The guards forced you to sit down at the head of the table, far away from the other occupants and moved out the way. You noticed the lack of chains and felt suspicion ripple through you. Something wasn't quite right here.

"How does this work, you talk first, I talk first?" You spoke feeling uncomfortable.

"Let's get this meeting started," Ratman spoke sitting down halfway down the table. Ava sat at the other head while Teresa and the other people were dotted around. The assistant seemed the least wary of you and sat a seat closer to you than Ratman. There was something odd about this assistant, she kept popping up.

"Subject AB1, Teresa informed us about what you told her yesterday," Ava spoke calmly and slowly as if she was talking to someone who was very slow and stupid, "You informed her about the cure Mary was creating. It had something to do with blood, care to elaborate?"

"I told her that information on a condition and that condition was not met, therefore, I will not speak about it again until it is."

The man you didn't know chucked, "Such a sharp tongue and fancy wording for someone of your-"

"Of my what?" You turned on him, "An immune kid whose memory was wiped, trapped in a maze for most my life and tortured with zero idea what state the world was in."