The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)

Chapter 1

Her body is strapped to a metal table against her will.

That's the first thing that dawns on her when she scans around the room. Finding she's no longer in the light blue dress she was taken in. Instead, she's now in a pair of white shorts, a camisole, and white ankle socks. The same ones they had "assigned" to her when she'd woken up.

She's tired and thirsty, even in her sleep she couldn't escape the tears or the trauma. Every time she'd awake, blindfold around her eyes still, it wasn't to the comfort of her mother after a horrible nightmare. It was to the cramped, dark confines of a space she was trapped in as she was jostled. Where they were taking her, she didn't know yet.

Her cheeks are swollen and her throat is raspy because no, not even in the safety of sleep could she stop her crying. And as her eyes dart around the room wildly, afraid that she's back here again after so long. All she can think beyond the fear is the childlike thought she had when strapped here so many years ago about how she wants more water. A drink she'd always choose last when offered against chocolate milk or pop.

The gag and blindfold they put on her were long gone by the time she'd woken up. The room she was in a few minutes ago had no furniture besides the bed she was on. A single pillow with a simple white blanket and white sheets were all it had.

A few people stepped in like they knew the very second she was awake. One gave a glass of water, another a tray of food with a sandwich, and an apple. While the third set a pile of new clothes on the bed next to her.

She paid no mind to the clothing or food first as she snatched the glass and chugged the water fast enough that some ran from the corners of her mouth onto her dress. She'd stuffed her mouth too, hungrily, puling with each bite of the sandwich. Too scared to tell them she doesn't like Turkey, and that apples are too hard for her teeth.

The food was finished all too soon, and she'd timidly reached, with a shaking hand, outwards. The glass held tightly inside. Asking for a second that she was told, "No," until she was dressed in the new clothes.

They were nice enough to at least let her change alone. One of the people took her dress, her white saddle shoes, tights, and child-sized pair of white underwear once they re-entered though. When she questioned why they were taking the dress she and mommy went shopping for the week before in preparation for her birthday. She was answered with, "To clean it." Words she would learn were a lie when she never saw any of the articles of clothing again.

They whisked her off to a new room then, never giving her that second glass.

The people around her now are different from the others. They'd tried calming her down at least. Lying to her face, promising she's safe and is just going to get a shot before she's sent to her new home. One of them even went so far as to ask her if she'd ever heard of France, and when she nodded, "Yes," told her they're in Paris with a thick accent.

Learning she's in Paris, and the gentleness of their words can't make the crying stop though. Everything inside her screams that this isn't home. Mommy and Daddy would have never sent her away like this, especially not in such a scary manner.

She wishes she were with the other group now, deeming very quickly that these new people are scary. They use big words she doesn't quite understand, and they're easily upset when she doesn't listen or innocently asks a question.

She whips her head to gawk at the towering doctors. She thinks they're doctors at first since they're all wearing white coats like the ones she'd see them wearing in all her checkups. She remembers now how Daddy said the people who wear them can be either "doctors" or "scientists". And with the revelation, she suddenly can't tell if they are one or the other. They certainly don't act as nice as any of the doctors she's seen in the past.