Word Bank

Testing

She had tears streaming down her face, her mouth was filled with crimson saliva, and her screams were blood curtailing. She was laying on the metal floor, the floor that was shooting electric currents through her. Red marks covered her bare back and legs and her nose and ears had blood dripping from them. Suddenly a yellow light flashed, her body writhed, and her howl filled the room and the microphones in it. The men on the other side of the glass cage she was encased in- the one's that were shocking her -didn't even flinch at her pain, one was even smiling. More tears fell from her eyes, and she was taking sharp intakes of breaths, she groaned and laid flat on the floor, trying to rest her twitching muscles. One minute was all she got in between the different levels of jolts. She took her time to beg. "Please," she began, "please, stop it." She cried. "Why are you doing this?" She tried to stop a sob but failed. "It hurts."

One man looked over at another, "Sir, her vitals are not as high as we would like, maybe we should rest her." The obvious chief or commander of the men looked mad, his eyes were glossed over, filled with the adrenaline from whatever type of high he was getting. He just shook his head, looking from the girl to the clock timing her break. It started climbing up from thirty seconds, slowly for the man, but all too fast for the young girl who could't be more than fourteen years old. When the timer finally reached the full one minute, the leader that was engrossed in the girl's agony, said one word.

"Now."

She screamed even louder this time- if that was even possible. Her body arched and convulsed as more red marks made their way across her skin. This was the ninth time she had gotten zapped. Her heart was changing paces, going too fast, then too slow, but never a regular beat. For ten seconds the light flowed over the metal flooring. She breathed hard when it was over, trying to control herself, she couldn't however, too many tears cascaded over her cheeks, and too many of her muscles were spazzing, making it hard for herself to command her limbs. The minute was going fast, she knew begging wasn't helping anything, she also realized that each time the electric shock was getting stronger.

The girl was still breathing heavily when a voice came on over the intercom. "Subject 8467, also known as Lux Copper, you've reached the last level of the first test. Congratulations! You are one of few. Sadly the last level will be the hardest, physically, that is. If you pass, the mentally challenging ones will come later. You will have two minutes to recover, one has almost passed. You have to survive. Surviving is all you need to do, if you don't, you not only fail the first level of testing... you die. Good luck, I hope too see you on the other side of the glass." The girl, Lux, was staring at the intercom, but when the voice didn't continue, she looked at the glass around her. No one was on the other side, at least none that she could see. Her eyes were red, tear stains lined her cheeks, and her chest still rose and fell at an uneven rate. She used all her strength to lift herself up, and slowly crawl to the glass, groaning and whining with each movement. The men behind the screen couldn't believe it, no other subject that had lived this long could even move, yet alone crawl.

"Bastards," she croaked out, blood escaping her lips. The leader looked at the clock. There were three seconds till the last shock. 3. 2. 1. The light danced across the floor, making her fall from her crawling position and contort in different ways. She shrieked, the scream came from her stomach and ripped it's way through her throat, only five seconds passed before her eyes rolled back into her skull.

"What's her signs? Is she still alive?" The chief asked. One man tapped on a pad and pulled up a chart.

"Yes sir, she's weak, but still alive." The leader smiled and laughed.

"Good, she's a strong one. I would've hated to lose her." He told two of his workers to take the girl to where they were holding the other passing subjects. "How many does that make?" The man wondered aloud. "Eight? No. Eleven, right?" The man who was tapping away on the tablet nodded his head and told him the girl was the twelfth one. "Not many girls though." The leader thought out loud.

"Yes, she's the third, sir." The leader nodded his head and turned away.

"Those children are going to help us." His eyes stopped being glossy and returned to an icy blue. "And help us big."
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(There could be another part if y'all want.)