Monochromatic

Chapter 2

She'd scream if she knew how. Torture, you may call what she went through torture; but to her, it was simply a part of her daily routine, set and stone. She knew of nothing else, she had no choice. Azoria laid cold and alone on her cell's floors. Her father, a genius scientist famous for being immorally mad, was in his lab working on a drug to inject into his precious child. Azoria, staring at the door so far from her reach, was dressed in a bloody, torn white dress and nothing else. She had ginger curly hair flowing down to her knees, freckles were scattered all over her cheeks and nose. Her warm brown skin that was soft to the touch and her deep green eyes showed no emotion. Azoria was nothing but a lab experiment, that's the knowledge she gained from her childhood. Azoria's mother was a victim of her father's sick game, being stripped of her ability to have normal children because Azoria's father wanted a "pure child." Even before Azoria was born her father conducted experiments to make the child he wanted, creating his own eggs to do so. With multiple failures and dead children, he wasn't ready to let Azoria go easily. Almost everything else was genetically modified to fit her father's wishes, ten years later and he still didn't have enough. Azoria rose from the ground, walking slowly to the door and turning the knob. The door opened, almost blinding Azoria with pure white lights outside. She scurried away from the light until she regained her sight. Nonetheless, Azoria found this new curiosity urging her to try again. She returned to her spot by the doorway. Outside it smelled like the chemicals her father used to clean her gown, contrasting the smell of her blood and chemicals in her cell. The pure white aura reminded her of how her cell used to be, but now it's too tainted to return to that state. Azoria slowly took a step out of her cell. A loud, annoying beeping sound started, coming from her ankles. Her heart began to race. She ran, as fast as her legs could take her. Azoria had never been anywhere beyond the cell walls, a matter of fact, this was the first time she ever rebelled and didn't know where to go next afterward. Nevertheless, she could almost feel her father walking out the door. Looking around, all she could see were doors. Doors, and one open window. Without a second thought, Azoria jumped. The device on her ankle broke. The next thing Azoria knew, she was running. She could hear her heart echoing through her hollow body, racing, beating, endlessly. Without knowing where to go or what to do, she continued to run. Numb to the rocks and branches beneath her feet, numb to the wind blowing beneath her dress, she ran. 

Finally, the thought that Azoria was finally free sunk into her mind, and at last, she stopped. Standing still, Azoria absorbed her surroundings. Everything was so new to her, it was overwhelming. Tall grasses, trees everywhere, all she knew nothing about. Now forever on the run, Azoria fed on whatever the creatures fed on to survive, living among them for quite a long time. She finally began to live, running free and learning all she could. Azoria still stayed away from things she thought to be harmful. Along the way, she even learned how to communicate with each species of animal she encountered. However, even then, she felt nothing. Azoria didn't understand emotions, she wasn't allowed to. A year later, after a long day of exploring, Azoria decided to take a nap near a small creek. Azoria, without knowing, had stepped on to a newly wedded couple's property. Morning came, and a young lady went out for a walk. Her platinum blonde hair blew in the breeze as her olive-green eyes widened. Seeing Azoria nearby, she hurried over and took her in. Azoria's skin was so cold against the woman's pale, warm skin. Azoria awoke minutes later on a soft, royal red couch. Both the woman and her husband were right in front of her with a concerned look on their face. She sat up.

"Are you alright?" The husband asked.

The man, who now had his hand on Azoria's shoulder, had short brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. Azoria didn't answer, staring at the two expressionless.

"Oh, my! She must be so frightened! The poor child!" The woman stated, coming closer to Azoria, "I'll get you cleaned up"

The woman tried to lift Azoria up, Azoria resisting the woman's attempt. Once again, the woman attempted to hold Azoria, but she resisted. This went on for a few minutes, Azoria clearly deeming the couple as untrustworthy. Nonetheless, Azoria lost, being taken away in the woman's arms.