Trapped In The Serpent's Teeth

Chapter 1

           

             I guess, To hear a calm melody in the waning screams, to see newborn seeds in the burnt ashes, to perceive the raging fire as nothing more than a mad painter's paintbrush, would be quite uncanny;

Then again, I never was considered normal.

As the dancing flames were reaching its chorus, burning everything in its path with every lick up the walls, a calm was settling within the walls of my heart. The cacophony of collapsing walls upon walls was washing down the rage burning within me.

drip -  drip -  drip -

The sound of the tiny crimson droplets dripping down my arms, leaving a path  of their own, was only filling the necessary gaps in the music sheet, making it a more finer and captivating rhythm.

I thought I’ve seen the worst of pain; that I would’ve built some sort of immunity by now, but this place, these people, these horrible excuses for humans had made me realize how wrong I was.

The cold night breeze made goosebumps rise on my flesh. It was winter. How long had it been, I didn't know.

The moon hung alone in the dark night sky, with no stars to accompany it, the moon rose and shined brighter then ever, the dark clouds bowed, ushering away from the moon and its light.

It was a beautiful night.

Yes. A beautiful night to burn.

It’s only fair if I returned at least a slice of the agony that they made me endure. After all, what kind of a lady would I be, if I didn’t return the hospitality.

An angry thumping against a window made me look up from the burning bodies, I’ve been busy admiring. The sight of Dr. Romanoff vigorously hitting the window with his chair, only made my grin wider. The only minus point being, not able to see his face clearly since he’s almost halfway up the building.

The irony of the captor becoming a prisoner in his own prison, made a strangled laugh escape my throat.

Surprisingly, all I had to do was pull down the emergency lever and the whole facility went under a lockdown protocol. Then all was left to do was putting this extremely high-tech hell-hole on fire, the easy shit.

As the flames reached his window, he dropped the chair and stared down at me, the same sadistic grin stretched across his face when I was on the receiving end, and a shudder went down my spine. The muscle in my jaw ticked as I contemplated dragging him out from the burning building and cutting him into little bite-sized pieces myself, but a sharp pain shooting up from my arm made me think otherwise.

I slowly took off the blood-soaked lab coat, which I stole from the 'doctor' who was responsible for my routine check-ups, not that she minded. Although, her ripped blue jeans and black tank top was sorta loose on me, but then again I've lost a shit load of pounds in their fucking care. They even went ahead and gave me a new haircut, my short black hairs were a little shy to touch my shoulders now. At least the boots were the right size.

I looked down at my left arm, which still sting as if a zombie chewed out a piece of the flesh, the whole arm was drenched in blood. I took a deep breath, instantly regretting the movement as a teeth biting pain radiated from my side.

My whole body was throbbing, now that the adrenaline had worn off I can feel the recuperations of the fight; I’m pretty sure that my whole body will be a black and blue painted canvas by tomorrow morning and since I’ve some broken ribs, It’ll be hard to even breath regularly but in contrast to the bullet wound below my shoulder, that will be least of my worries.

Well, on the bright side the bullet completely went through my arm and didn’t touch the bone, I just have to do something about the bleeding. I took out the scalpel, cut off the sleeve of the lab coat with it, and tied it around the bullet wound with the help of my teeth.

The night sky was calm and dark, it was one of those moonless ones, and the only source of light seemed to be the Research facility burning in front of me. The warmth radiating off of the fire was a relief from the biting cold outside. With the whole building up in flames, everything was in an almost eerie hush now, almost, now that the wailing sirens -getting closer by the second- were disrupting the whole serenity of it.

This place only held some tall and spread out greenery surrounding it, to hide the gruesome acts that the humanoid perpetrators performed behind the close walls. I pressed my hand against the broken ribs and began limping outside, each step on the gravel road was erupting a new wave of agony in my battered body.

The fire truck whisked past me as I reached the entranceway, and some paramedics rushed out of the abruptly stopped ambulance, upon seeing my limping form. They helped me on a nearby bench and began attending to my injuries.

The last members of the rescuing crew also arrived in a police car, Two officers stepped out of the car and walked towards me. One of them was staring weirdly at me as his legs ate up the distance between us, he was looking at me as if he's trying to find a mole in my eye. A couple of steps away from me he stumbled on thin air with his eyes going round and gaped at me as if he's seen a ghost.

"H-how can you be alive?" The words barely reached my ears, as he stood struggling with the anomaly life had thrown in his face. Apparently, he is seeing a ghost.

"Trust me, that was the first thought in my head too, when I woke up in this shithole." I commented, with a little shrug towards the shithole, but my heartfelt confession seemed to be completely irrelevant to him. He barked off some orders for reinforcements and to notify the whole department of my sudden arrival from the land of the dead.

I sighed, here we go again .... couldn't these assholes wait till I get at least one fucking drink! Fuck!