The test is almost over only 3 questions to go. Math is by far my worst subject. 5/9x 45%=? . I should know this but I don't. Felling down about the test knowing in gonna fail anyways I push the test aside. I let out a deep breath and started starring blankly at the floor, a sad look in my eyes. There was a loud beep as the intercom went off. "Lockdown lockdown lo-" the secretary was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. Immediately we got I up I ran to the windows to shut the blinds. Then went to my spot in the corner of the room. My teacher passed the attendance sheet around. When it got to me I swiftly checked my name off and passed it around. We sat quietly in the dark not daring to move. Then there was a slight nock on the door. Everyone's attention turned to the door. There was a large window cover with paper on the wall leading into the long hall way of the school. A chair smashed through it. Glass and smashed paper flew everywhere. Kids began screaming. Then 5 men jumped through the window. Each had a weapon. They all had guns and three of them had knives. They looked over at us. One pointed a gun at us and told us to stop screaming. One man walked over to us. He studied us. His eyes then landed on me. That one he said and 2 of the men came over and grabbed me. They picked me up I began fighting them. They turned me around to face my class a knife was heals to my neck. I had a slight memory of my dad choking me while drunk. I began crying. I have been depressed since I was 10 at least that's when they found it.
"Alright everyone here is putting their phone on the table here now. Or I kill the girl" I began to panic inside. Then all the kids started placing their phones on the table. The man standing next to to table nocked a if the phones on the floor and crushed them.
He grabbed my wrist tight and pain wished through me. He looked down then pulled my sweater up revealing the cuts and scars. He smiled then I cloth was tied around my neck and my hands were tied behind my back. I began crying. I was crying hard. Then something hit me over the head. I was conscious until I hit the ground.
I woke up my wrists and ankles bound to a table. I looked around at the hospital scenery. "Help!!" I screamed scared "please someone help me" I screamed and screamed and nobody came. I lay awake praying for someone to come.
I awoke to the sounds of a door opening and closing. A man and some nurses walked in. "Well sara I got ahold of all you files. Turns out you have depression. Interesting. " he said studying me. " I also found out your parents hate you" with that I fought the restraints. He laughed. " you won't get out. Now, hopefully this won't heighten any of your sad thoughts or feelings but it may just to warn you." Be then walked out.
What were they going to do to me? Why had they brought me here? The were all questions I had to ask but I couldn't.
He came through to door again this time I was ready to ask my questions.
"Why did you bring me here? What do you want with me?" I asked almost crying in fear of the answer.
" because. I could have taken anyone of those kids sara but I wanted you. You are special. I've been tracking you for years. You were the perfect candidate. I am going to turn you into a weapon. I am going to use you to kill when I'm done you will have to love in you. Your only instinct will be to kill." He laughed. He then got out a needle. He put it into a vile filled with a green fluid. Then he walked over to me. I squirmed from side to side on the table he came over and stuck it into my neck. There was a sharp pain and then nothing. My eyesight began to fade in and out my ears were ringing. I began to feel dizzy then I passed out.
I woke up, and the restraints were gone. I felt awful. More depressed then I ever have before. I sat up to see myself in a mirror. My eyes were a light blue colour, my skin colour had faded to be grey, And my hair went from a dirty blond to a black. I also felt power. Then the doctor came back in.
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Taken, And Evil
HorrorSara is kidnapped by an evil scientist. He turns her into something immortal. Already clinically depressed, the feelings are heightened. Now she is being used to kill, enjoys it, but also wants to take her own life.