Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 2: Mckinley

[WARNING: this chapter includeds language, and human abuse. Read with caution.]

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My eyes flickered open to the dim lights that lit the filthy hallway. A few guards patrolled glancing in our individual cells. I couldn't tell if it was night or day. No indications told me. No sun. No moon. Nothing.

I stood stretching and flexing my slender arms. I sighed at their weak figures. No muscle was visible on my bones. If you looked close enough my ribs were even visible. I was incredibly thin. You don't get much food in a dump like this place. Water however was a must. You got just enough water to survive but not enough to keep you hydrated.

My stomach let out a bone rattling growl. I ignored it's demanding tone. Something you learn to get use to.

Pulling myself to the bars I watched Ivan rouse himself, settling back down on the floor to throw pieces of dirt at the wall. A game he had developed to keep him occupied.

The silence that I was ever so use to was shattered by someone wheezing in pain. I looked up to see Gerard, a hybrid like myself, choking on an invisible object. Gerard was in his mid forties. He had asthma. I was helpless. I couldn't save him from this one asthma attack that seemed worse than the rest. And as I watched, the choking stopped all together and Gerard fell back onto his floor with his eyes wide open and his mouth dripping with his drool.

A guard passed and motioned for the others. He pulled out a rusty old key and popped it into the lock. Together the six of them hauled Gerard out and took him away. I don't know where they take the dead ones but I have a feeling they burn the bodies.

After someone dies a smell fills the cavern. A thick smoke also makes it's way to our throats.

I close my eyes, silently praying for the life that had so easily slipped away.  

I look up again and my eyes are met with the bright yellow ones belonging to Ivan. He shook his head in disapproval with Gerard's death.

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"Here's your lunch"

A faded green tray slid under the bars of my cell. The only things in the slots were two small loafs of bread and cup of water. I crawled over to the tray and picked up one of the loafs of bread. I wolfed down the bread, not even caring it was stale.

"Woah. Slow down curly. Huh. Guess you really are an animal.' My eyes trailed upwards to the guard staring down at me. A heartless smirk stood it's ground on his face.

I stood with my cup of water curled in my fingers, a piece of bread hung slightly out of my mouth. I swallowed. The guard's tag read Mckinley, stationary guard. Rank 1. Oh so he was a new guy. Great.

You gonna answer me?" He asked. I glared at him not letting a single word slip out."

"What be your name curly? Or do you even have a name?''

"That be Harry Mckinley. One of our youngest hybrids that we've got. And the most stubborn." Samson, a guard I had grown to know and hate, walked up next to Mckinley. The two stared at me and I stared back. Samson was a rank 5. He'd been here a lot longer than most of the guards down here.

"Does he even talk?" Mckinley asked.

"Sure do. But I wouldn't encourage you get him talkin."

"Why not?"

"Like I said, one of our most stubborn. Plus he's got one heck of a potty mouth."

I stuck out my tongue at Samson, and spat at his boot.