Crazed, that is exactly what I feel. Now, now I am moving past several guards, who're running up and down halls in search of me. Reaching for Siobhan's office, I try for the lock, only to find it open. Peculiar! I look to my left, then to my right, and amidst the commotion, I slip right it, shutting the doors with a click.
Yes, I will grant her far worse treatments, to the point of her yearning for death. I sit in her seat, spinning and testing, then lifting legs over her desk. A particular gleaming object, the dagger I prized once upon a time, is sat in one of her pen holders. I reach for it, observe the steel blade under the illuminations of the dangling chandelier, with numerous ideas crossing my mind.
It is not over, until she is over.
Flashes of my mother's smile, her tears, her calm features once death embraced her, swirl through my mind, and just like that, my feet make contact with the grounds, my arms swiping across the flamboyantly decorated desk, shattering and destroying objects and ornaments. I sit back, take in deep breathes to calm my raging spirits, until my ears pick the sound of doors opening, and heels clinking.
Siobhan.
"Lock the doors, Miss. Siobhan."
Calmness, tranquility is exactly what I employ whilst speaking to her. Still, she stands by the doors, mouth ajar, and eyes widened slightly. Rage, fury, leaks into my veins as I gradually lift my head to look up at her. Abruptly, too fast, I toss the dagger in her direction, and the blade slices through the flesh on her cheek, striking the wooden walls behind.
"I do not want to grant you a painless death, but if you compel me to come drag you to a vacant sit, I'll finish you off before you get the privilege of sitting, Siobhan," I explain in a monotone, resting folded arms over the cypress-wood table.
She takes sweet time locking the doors, then treads in my direction, finally taking a seat.
Her cheek sips scarlet, a lot of scarlet, but her facial expressions are as serene as serene can get.
"I want you to tell me how your people attacked the valley, despite the shield," I start, rising on my feet, and rounding the desk.
I move behind her seat, brushing strands of hair over her left shoulder, then yanking hard.
"Let's try this one more time, shall we? How did you ambush the valley, despite the shield," I whisper, taunting and teasing, all the while pulling harshly on the roots of her luscious, wavy locks.
But the woman is a stubborn little mule. Her lips remain tightly sealed.
"Fine, fine. Torture it is, Siobhan."
I keep shut, do nothing, say nothing for long minutes, till the sharp ends of two pens, pierce through the back of her hands, pinning her arms to the leather seat. She shrieks, yells on the top of her lungs, wriggling and groaning at the hurt.
Thank the sound proof walls.
"You may begin, Siobhan."
I pat her shoulders, turn and match up to the walls, retrieving my beloved dagger from the polished mahogany wood.
"You really want me to hurt you?"
She says nothing, sits perfectly still, so
I walk up to her, reach for her index finger, and snap without contemplating any deeper.
She growls loudly, grunts in agony, throws her head back, arches her back.
"I will...tell you nothing, you lab rat!"
"Wrong answer," I coo lowly into her ear, reach for her middle and ring finger, and shatter bones.
Oh, the satisfaction birthed from her pleadings and cries for mercy.
I move back to the seat, resuming my position, before proceeding to toy with the blade of the dagger. Siobhan's breathes are unsteady, her chest lifting and lowering, and her mascara running along with the tears streaming.
"We found a way to neutralize the voltage of the shield once the first twelve members were in. Then, the rest followed closely behind and ambushed the bunker."
"And my people at the bunker, are they still alive or did your goons blow them up?"
"I...I do not know."
"Do you deceive me, Siobhan?"
Her head shakes frantically, more rivulets cascading from her fear-laden eyes.
"Why did you do all these, Siobhan? The virus, the emittion of toxic gases?"
She falls mute, and my fists clench at the action.
"Why!" I demand, slamming palms into wood, whilst venomously glaring in her direction.
"The world needed to be rid of poverty, needed its population reduced, so I played the role on behalf of mother earth!"
Reaching for her from across the table, I strike a fist into her nose, pleased by the crunching noise that resonates, followed by the splattering of more red.
"You played the role? You played the role? People, innocent children, mothers, fathers, have succumbed to death! Families have been separated, never to see each other again! People have been mutated, turned into living corpses! I lost my mother! Almost lost the man I love! You forced persons into hiding! And you think you have the right to speak as you do?"
"Love for inhumane humans births weakness, subject 30..."
Fist slams into broken nose, more screams resonating.
"My name is Harlow Tallulah. I am no lab rat."
"Just kill me already!"
"Why? That would be too easy, an atonement for your sins should be something more torturous, far more tormenting, for the millions of lives that died by you hand. You know something, Siobhan? You have never experienced real pain, so you became one, never experienced true love, true happiness, so you became a force of destruction, snatching happiness from those who once knew it."
I observe her facial features, observe how even as I point out her errors, she remains a sheet of blankness.
"I watched people getting killed by mutated insect species, the same insect species you let inhabit my mother's body, murdering her as well. You'll pay, that's a promise I've made."
I reach for the ray gun leaning against desk, and aim it at her.
"You've never felt gamma rays slit your flesh, Siobhan. So faithfully, I will grant you that wish."
And with those few words, the fiery-amber rays slice through skin and bone, one by one, her upper limbs detaching and falling, her screeches heightening.
"Painful? Exactly. Any last words?"
As the blood dribbles from her lips, down to the front of her blouse, her once lowered head lifts, her eyes clashing with mine.
"They deserved death. I gave it to them."
"And you deserve combusting in the deepest pits of hell's inferno," I finalize, drilling one hole through her skull, effectively killing her.
I sigh deeply, swallow the bitter trails of bile rising up my throat, then strap the gun back onto my body, putting on the helmet, shortly after.
I spare the body one final look, willing my brain to believe. Then, I turn, and make my way towards the doors, peeking through, then exiting the office entirely. The halls are empty, silent as a graveyard, and the sight sends an unpleasant chill down to the very core of my existence. I jog down halls, take the elevators down floors, until I come up to the floor I left Noe on.
See, the sight that welcomes me, makes me almost hyperventilate. Soldiers drag not one, but three bodies from the room I'd sat Noe in. Two bodies belonging to the scientists, and the other, terribly burnt by acidic solution, and unrecognizable.
My feet, on their own accord, glide against floors, but just as I am about to reach my destination, an explosion raptures and shatters tiled floors, tears and tosses titanium metal and bodies all over the place. Ringing, deep ringing, is all what my ears make out. But, instead of crawling my way away from danger, I move towards it, in search of Noe.
He couldn't have died, no, that is not an option! How will I mother our child without him, how could he just leave me like this! Another booming noise, loud and heavy, resonates from the floors up ahead, and the adrenaline I thought had subsided, begins to actively pump through my veins.
Tossing the protective helmet to the side, I force my body into a standing position, eyes raking and traveling, hands searching under debris, but not finding.
No, no he just couldn't...he can't be...that burnt body is not his!
Pain! Sharp, crippling, nerve-numbing pain on the small of my back, has me forsaking my task, turning, and falling on my knees once again.
"Subject 3033, we die together..."
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Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)
Fiksi Ilmiah'They raised her to be void of human emotion, he made her feel them...' The year is 3000 and technology on planet earth has immensely advanced. After the successful creation of robotic and test tube babies, scientists have teamed up to manufacture t...
