Outlaw

15. Calypso

When I came to, I was chained to some sort of bloody wrack thingy, I don't know. I did know, however, the tigers change down by my wrists and ankles,with leather strap around my neck, holding my head in place. I was beginning to freak out more than a little bit. Multiple questions came flooding into my mind:

Where was I?
How did I get here?
What happened to everybody?
Why did the meeting room exploded?
What were all the alarms for?

In my mind something came floating back to me, it was something Livia said.

Tori and Jove are actually brother and sister and both came from working for the government.

I put two and two together, what Tori said in the meeting room, and her past: it was all her. She was working for the government all this time. Everything she did said about Sammy and Henry dying, it was all a facade, an act. A lie. None of it has been true, I had never been safe, they never wanted to protect me, they wanted the same thing as the government, to kill me. Does that mean Livia was faking being my best friend as well. Were they all in on the act, was it all a lie? I had finally got and what the voices told me I rightly deserved. A life for a life as the saying goes; I was the reason they killed my father, now I die in payment. Everything was finally catching up to me, as I knew it would in the end. I should have known I couldn't run from my past forever, there would always be a moment in time where I would have to turn around and face it at some point.

I was brought out of my reverie when six people walked in; four I recognised, two I didn't. The sight of three of the ones I did made me want to spontaneously combust at the very sight of them. In walked Tori, Colt and Jove.

"How dare you."

I spat, trying to convey as much malice as I could in that one sentence.

"That hole speech about Henry and Sammy dying, about how they were heroes, it meant nothing to you did it? It's all an act wasn't it?"

"Well done Calypso, finally figured a simple thing out. I'm impressed."

Tori brought her hands together three times in a slow, sarcastic clap. Her voice was no longer commanding and securely firm like it was at the rebel base, it was full of cold hate and sly cunning, like I would imagine a snake to sound. Speaking of snakes, rather portly ones, her brother - Jove - spoke up.

"I can't believe you actually trusted us. From everything I've heard, I honestly thought you were smarter than that calypso, sigh, I'm disappointed. I expected better."

My blood was boiling red hot at this point, I couldn't believe everything they had done. I wondered if the other rebels had been fakes as well, or if it was just these three lying, deceitful bastards.

"All of you, deserve to burn in hell you bloody, god awful, motherfucking, idiotic BITCHES!"

By the end of my insult my voice has risen to a scream, trying to convey all my anger and a hatred of these people in one single sentence.

"Especially you," I said, turn to Tori, "I trusted you from the beginning and it turns out you were fucking lying to me the whole time when I get my hands on you I will tell you limb from limb and make you regret what you did. I will..."

But my sentence was cut short in surprise when cult lunged towards me, attempting to punch me square in the face.

"DON'T SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT YOU..."

"Now now Colt," Tori consoled, placing a comforting hand on the man's bicep, soothing him with her touch, though I couldn't imagine who could be soothed by it, if Tori touched me, the area will probably come up in a rash later. Just as things were about to get heated, the other three people, who I had forgotten about honestly, made their presences more obvious. One of them was a voice I recognised all to well: Dr Kyra Mosheyev, also known as the creepy lady who appeared to know where I was even when I was hidden.

"Calypso." A hint of sarcasm dripped from her tone, "long time no see, what a pleasant surprise. We are so, what's the word, honoured to have you with us here at the Purge Compound, we hope you enjoy your not so pleasant stay here, after all, it was a one way ticket you opted for, was it not." 

At the end of her sentence, a sinister smile tugged at the corners of her lips, pulling them and upwards making  her look even more crazy than she actually was. I tried to fight off the panic that was creepy into my voice when I next spoke to her.

"Who are your cronies then Mosheyev? Can't do your own dirty work yourself I see, why am I not really that surprised."

I put all the spite I could muster into that phrase but Mosheyev just laughed.

"Ha ha. You can be funny Calypso. You could be honoured that I've actually come down here to see you get tortured, usually I would stay out of this sort of thing but, here I am. But, you're right, where are my manners? This is Dr Zalenka, a rather insufferable, oily eel of a man, bit good at what he does none the less,"

She pointed to the man on her right, I recognised him as the scientist I had seen that fateful day by the river. Mosheyev continued to introduce her other minion.

"And this is Colonel Sanders, an excellent commander and more reliable than Zalenka I might add. The two don't get along very well."

Sanders was the military man form that day as well, the one who had called Zalenka doc. I could see why the two didn't get along.

Wait. Tortured! They were going to torture me. I knew these people were bad but this was beyond even them, possibly. Apparently not. These people are ready to torture me, and for what exactly? What have I done to wrong them? I can't feel my memory going through all the bad things I had done, but I couldn't think of any that directly wrong the government, heck, I didn't even know the government had been here until recently. I could don't see what I could have done in the slightest to hurt them. It seemed rather unfair.

I had no more time to wallow in self-pity however because at that moment I heard cranking sound and felt a heat next to me: a fire just been turned on. Colonel Sanders produced a metal rod from behind his back and strolled menacingly forwards and towards the brazier, out of my field of vision, which was scary in itself. The panic began to o build a defensive wall around my being in my mind in an attempt to protect me from the oncoming attack.

All of a sudden, a white hot pain burned into the back of my left hand as Sanders pressed the tip of the now white hot rod into my hand, burning a hole into my flesh, right down to the bone. The new wound was black and charged around the edges and bubbled further down, where the flack and blood wasn't as burned as the charged stuff. I screamed out in agony and Mosheyev just laughed at my excruciating pain. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, though I couldn't stop the tears of pain from escaping and rolling down my cheeks in waterfalls of pure agony.
Sanders burned a symmetrical hole into the back of my hand. Now clear liquid mixed with blood was begining to pool in the wound on my left hand, the mixture was sloshing around because my hand was shaking so badly.

I couldn't go on with this pain. I couldn't do it. I would die.
I would die.
I would die.
Would die.
Would die.
Die.
Die.

My brain stopped being able to form coherent thoughts as Sanders burned another hole with the rod of iron, this time the wound was on the forearm of my right side. My screams echoed around the room. Mixed with, again, the mad laughter of Mosheyev, the two clashing sounds created and eerie cacophonic symphony of pain.

"Stop."

Mosheyev spoke up, steel in her voice. Sanders hovered the tip of the iron directly above my right forearm, prepared to make another searing hole in me flesh. I couldn't see Sanders but I could guess he was giving the Dr a confused glance because she went on to explain herself.

"The boss is on their way to come and speak to young Calypso here and they want her conscious so no more torture, yet."

For what felt like years we waited, tears dripping down my cheeks with only the sound of Jove's constantly tapping foot to keep us company. Finally, we heard muffled voices outside the door, I didn't catch the first voice but I did hear one of the guards who I assumed to be posted outside my door mutter the phrase 'yes boss.' before a small click could be heard and the door swung open. A figure stepped over the threshold but from my current position I couldn't see who it was. Then I heard a familiar voice from beyond my field of vision.

"Hello Calypso."

How? This couldn't be right, she was dead. That would mean...

My fears were when my mother stepped into view.