Resurrection

Chapter 1

The light was so bright it burned. I shield my eyes with my hand, letting out a gasp. Oxygen flooded my lungs, like a rusted machine they groaned, before exhaling slowly. My vision swam, slowly settling. I squint into the room – Dr Wren is frozen in front of me, mouth gawping.

I blink.

He continues to stare.

I take in the room around me: four white square walls, a desk in the corner, a pale white door, my bed and the collection of wires I was currently hooked up to the centre feature.

Footsteps echoes down the hall, jerking Dr Wren back to life. In three steps he had turned the lock on the door. “Lie down for God’s sake” he hissed. A rising terror kept me rooted in place. Only the pounding of fists on the door seconds later snapped me into motion.

I flatten myself, flick my eyes closed and focus on slowing down my breathing.

“You can’t come in” Dr Wren called, “There was a system malfunction, I had to re-introduce the sleep state.”

The hammering stopped.

High heels clicked down the hall.

“Unlock this door now Dr Wren” the heels commanded – it was the same woman that had been in my room not a day before. Dr Wren began to stutter a response; “Out of the way Dr Wren” she ordered. “We’re taking her for testing.”

Terror rose within my own throat. I didn’t trust a single one of them. My throat was tightening - Panic attack. My hands tremble. I sit up, silent. I try to get out of the bed, but only find myself fighting with an army of IVs. I grimace, I’ve always hated needles.

I need them out – whoever is on the other side of that door wants me. I don’t know why, but I know that she is pure evil. I wrap my fingers around the first couple of needles and pull. The door groans as guards kick and smash their way in from the other side.

I look away, pulling out another needle, then another. It stings, but the pain is only temporary.

The rising fear, it disturbs something within me – something I have not felt in a long time. Like a waking beast it slowly rises, before shaking itself into reality. A burning anger, fuelled by hatred and suffering. I feel this burning in my stomach, and like a disease it spreads, consuming me whole. It crawls up my throat and into my mouth. The burning is a part of me.

The door has given way by now and the guards rush in - each and every one of them dressed in white suits from top to bottom, identical to Dr Wren.One of them goes to grab me, instinctively I pull back, this earns me a slap from his friend.

“Well this is rather unfortunate” Heels announces, clicking into the room.

I can only admire her beauty: snow white skin, golden hair, falling in waves to just above her shoulders, shining in the artificial light. There is not a single blemish or freckle on her face, and she has the most piercing dark blue eyes. She wears deep rouge. A smile twitches on the side of my mouth – hooker red.

She notices me, drawing her lingering gaze from Dr Wren. “Well, aren’t you a little pretty? Shame really.” She clicks over to where I am stood, I notice she is in a white suit skirt, and she wears white heels. Bony fingers clutch my face, just underneath my cheekbones; witch.

“Yes. Yes. And the most beautiful green eyes – a foliage shade. How unusual.” She drops me. I stagger backwards. She smirks cruelly, and snaps her fingers. Hand under my arms, lifting me. I debate struggling, but the two guys who’ve got a hold of me are twice my height. They could crush me in seconds.

Out of the room and along a warren of white corridors - Heels leads the procession, I am carried in the middle, Dr Wren last, a shamed dog hanging his head.