Rampage (Lesbian Story)

Waking Up

Skylar's P.O.V.

One week ago...

I had familiarized myself with the soulless screams. They weren't as haunting as they used to be. They didn't remind me of the perpetual pain that hid inside my bones, nested in my brain, constantly sending out jolts of fear. At this point, they were just white noise.

I should have been more afraid than what I was, but the fear never seized me. From the moment I let myself get captured to the first injection of blood, I hadn't felt much of anything. I could still hear my vampire and wolf conversing, behaving as if this were an average day. It was nothing like last time, where I was completely and utterly alone. They constantly kept me awake or would switch consciousness while I slept.

My strength, nor my senses, never decimated. This was my hell once but now it was just a stroll through the darker parts of the park. It wasn't necessarily easy but it was a hell of a lot more bearable than the first time through. Victoria suspected nothing. She did her daily routine: drugging me till the room grew faces, talking to my while I aimlessly stared at the ceiling. She was dense, most likely thinking that I hadn't come to terms with the fact that I was a vampire. I was glad she thought that lowly of me; it would only help.

Foul smells lingered in the air: burning flesh, decaying flesh, death; it was just an everlasting smell that seemed to be embedded in the walks of every room that they moved me to. That was another thing, unlike last time, they didn't keep me in the same room for too long. So, roughly, every three and a half days they moved me from room to room. Floor to floor, trying to stagger my senses and prevent another escape. I wasn't planning on leaving soon considering that I still remembered nothing about myself. I hadn't gained or lost anything since the injections, which annoyed me.

I was grateful that I wasn't whacked out like last time, but I needed to remember something or feel something. I wasn't myself. I could feel it. I wasn't this person who took orders and listened without questioning what I was doing. I just felt odd in this skin so I need it this. Shock therapy. That's what this was, to an extent of course.

My dosage had yet to come today but, as the screams grew louder, I could tell that it was almost my turn. It was sick that I anticipated or hungered for my numbing agent but I knew that she upped my dosage. A few days ago I got out, effortlessly really, trying to play the same cards as last time and she willingly walking into my hands.

It wasn't that hard really. The room was barely protected, maybe two guards on the outside while the science geeks studied my charts, vitals, behaviors, etc. I wanted to try something and I really just needed to be off that damn silver table. The cold, immovable surface caused me more pain than the injections. It was like somehow, I was immune to the touch or sight of silver. Of course it still held some, minuscule, effects on me but other than that I was golden.

I easily tore through the the restrains, receiving a waterfall of shrieks and screams and from there I just let my wolf and vampire have fun. They broke out, killing the two guards within the blink of an eye, and just destroyed anything in their path. It was weird watching and not being afraid. I convinced myself that I really needed some help because, what was worse than that was that I wanted to be the one killing them.

I know, sickening. I've told myself that millions upon millions of times but I couldn't help it. I liked the way it felt and I couldn't remember if it was the vampire in me making me want more and more blood or if this was just how I was and it confused me. Killing felt so right, so I convinced myself that it was just in my nature. It made it easier to cope with my perpetual thirst for blood.

They tore through the halls, freeing whomever they could as they kicked open every door. The guards that tried to stop them were killed or maimed. Hours passed before they restrained us, tons of silver that, if it were a few months ago, would have killed me.