MICAH
" It's magnificent Harry".
"What is sir?"
"How he did it. The way his body and mind reacted, it's unheard of. We've never seen anything like this in any of them, in any one".
"That is quite significant then".
"Yes. It might just work to out benefit that you didn't complete your orders".
The men walked into the room talking, and through my mind was still foggy from unconsciousness I could still hear what was being said. It was the hearing part that bugged me. I could only hear, I had no vision of the men who supposedly walked into the room. I had no vision of the restraints that wrapped around me and held me tight to what I hoped was a cot. I had no vision of the walls, ceiling, or floor of the room. All I had was dark blackness.
"Very good sir".
"Yes indeed, very good". His words were precise and drawn out. And it caused my heart to jump. This man was standing above me, and he had no good intentions.
My heart rate rose, and my mind opted to panic. To jerk or move away from the menacing words. To run away as fast as possible. But that's the thing, none of it was possible. My restraints held me steady as I tried to move, tried to get away. They didn't move and neither did I.
That is when a hand grasped around the top of my head, and everything became so much clearer. The man tugged at something that lay atop my head my hair followed it up as he pulled the mask off. So many questions in my head were answered as the light in the room was revealed. Through the strands of hair that hung in my face, I saw white. The utter blackness was finally gone to reveal pure white walls. White walls that reflected the light into my eyes. White that made me close my eyes again even though I didn't want the blackness even longer.
"Hello Micah".
I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. I tried to open my mouth up to talk but I was met with a burning sensation that ran its way up my left forearm. I cried out, but it only made it worse. I opened my eyes, forcing them to stay open though the blinding light. And there was nothing. No red skin. No bullet wound. No blood. No item touching my wrist. No nothing. The fiery feeling wouldn't stop. It crawled up to my shoulder. I wanted to move. I wanted to get out of here. I wanted this pain to go away. I wanted this man to stop tormenting me.
"Ah, ah, ah, we can't have any traitorous words from you know."
I didn't care about anything he said. I didn't care about any words that came out of his mouth. All I cared about was stopping this pain from growing and wrapping its way up my neck. I pulled and pulled at the restraint that held my left wrist. Wanting, needing the restraint to be free. For the pain to be gone. For relief. But it was all futile.
"You can make it stop. You can make the pain go away".
Those words cut through my panic like a blade. Penetrating my wants and causing all thoughts of escape to be eradicated from my mind. It stopped my raging heart, and my ragged breathing. It paused the world and made everything else unimportant. Hesitantly I turned my head dreading who would be standing right above me. There he was. The man from the game. The man we had to get away from, the man that I had failed to get away from.
The pain intensified and I cried out once again. I tried to roll into a fetal position. I tried to roll myself up into a ball to outlast the pain. But I couldn't even do that. Tears began rolling down my cheeks. Pain pulsed up the left side of my body. He just watched. He just watched me be tortured by this fire. He just sat there staring at me with his smug face.
"Pleas—" my voice gave out as more pain sent my mind into spirals, "please help me. Take it away".
He just stared at me, and more tears cascaded down my face.
"Please".
By now I couldn't think. I couldn't even attempt to move. All I could do was beg.
"Just tell me, how did you do it?" He said the words with such a calm face it made me angry. Why was he not helping me?
"Tell my how you survived the wounds, tell me how you didn't end up in a coma. Tell me how you weren't affected by the sickness even though it runs through your veins".
"I—I don't kn—ow what you are t—talking about," I stuttered through the pain.
"Don't be a hero kid, there is no one coming to get you. Just tell me and I can take the pain away".
The world swirled and his face shifted and spun. "I said I don't —" then it hit me. My eyes closed for a second. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't let him know that I knew how I did it.
"— know ".
"Yes you do, and all you have to do to escape the pain is tell me what you know".
"Like I said I—I don't know a—anything".
"You say you don't know, but our scientists will once the tests are complete. Finish the procedure". The last words spoken from him in a smooth steady tone unfazed by my pain and suffering. He said the words to his accomplice and when they were done Harry walked out of the room.
That is when at the brink of what I thought was the amount of pain I could brave covered up my fear and increased to something I couldn't handle.
It was like lightning. Lightning without any thunder, without any rain. Lightning without any blinding light. It was all pain. Searing unending pain. A shocking pain that coursed through my body. That sent it into and unmoving position, while in my mind everything turned into a white haze. Words words and thoughts slurred together. Images and memories became one big blob. I was loosing it all. My opinions my feelings and emotions were no longer mine. The excruciating pain numbed it all. Until I had no more feeling. Until I had no more hope. In the end, it was all gone. No longer mine to control. No longer mine to have. My memories were gone, and with that realization my eyes blurred and closed. Leading to unconsciousness griping me and taking me into its grasp.
Authors note
We won't talk about the fact that this chapter is almost a week late. But here you go. Anyways hope you enjoyed and loved the cliff hanger. I know I do. Any ways who is y'all's fav character so far? Do you guys have any theories of what is going to happen next? Any questions about anything?Please tell me if there is anything I need to fix. Thx.
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