Fe'ran// Flawed Nature

ayKum// Results

Her thought was killed by something loud, so loud she believed her eardrums were being ripped apart, and then there was nothing. Just Silence, the flames vanished and the Air clear. 

It was white, the Air cleaned of Smoke and the Surface was soft, light. It felt like sleeping on a Cloud. Then it was gone, hard cool ground under her Back, her Head throbbing with something that wasn't quite Pain. 

Where is Darius? 

"Simulation ended. Every Participant is required to get a Check-up in around 5 Minutes" 

A groan escaped her Throat, out of Confusion or Anger, she didn't know, but she clenched her eyes together, her Retinas burning in the overwhelming white. "Fucking Hell" 

Shut the fucking Light down. Someone. Anyone. This is torture. 

Hands gripped her again and a Sound left her mouth she didn't know she could make, a sound between the Hiss of an enraged Animal and the Sound of a dying one. But they ignored it, and she let herself be dragged away. 

After a few more seconds, she finally stood up, or at least tried to, but was immediately pushed back down, which she answered with the same Sound, unnatural, inhumane.

They can all fuck themselves. Why she thought that, she didn't know, but it felt weird, good to think that.

You're fucked up, I said it earlier. Your Brain is a mess, just a bunch of scarred pieces trying to fit together. 

"Hey, what the Hell? Let us go, we have done nothing. What the fuck did just happen? Where the fuck you..." Darius Voice came to her Ears like a Knife, a sound of reason against her unnatural ones. 

"Be quiet. We'll do nothing. We'll just take you back to your Quarters. Nothing else." 

"Then why the Hell are we Handcuffed?" 

"Safety measures"  

"Safety measures my Ass" I like it when he curses. It sounds pretty. Why she thought that, she had no Idea, but she gave up trying to find out why. 

She still clenched her Eyes as she returned to her Room, Cell, and sat down on the Bed, staring at the little Sink and the Mirror.

In a macabre act, or maybe they were just lazy or too stupid, the Chains were still there, the Chain where she was hung like the parody of a Holy Person. Holy my Ass. You're not. You're a disgrace, an undead Person that should be dead a million times before.

Washed, to keep up appearance, but she sometimes thought she could still see it. Like you. "You have a Voice. Use it" 

She looked back at the Sink and got up, the cold Water should be luxury, not clear, but just there. There, and she was alive. She should be happy, lucky and grateful.

She didn't, she felt numb like the Water on her Skin as she washed herself, her Face looked wrong in the Mirror, cracked and broken. 

"T?" Darius. His Hair was disheveled, his Voice echoing empty in her Head. 

"What is it?" Her Voice felt the same in her Head, all mixing together to nothing, no end. No End result.  

The bed next to her moved and suddenly, she felt a finger near her Head, not even touching it, but it itched. Not even itched, but it felt...wrong, and she flinched. Too near. Get it off. 

"Right, sorry. No touching." 

"It's okay" 

She looked at him again and looked back at her Hands. It felt like the only place worth looking at. He did the same, she felt his Eyes, burning. Not like David, the Devil, Moore. It felt good, calming even. And she didn't know if she liked it or not. 

"Does it hurt?" His Voice ripped her out again, like it did so many Times before. 

"What?" 

"This... These things. Mine do" 

His Shirt lifted, his Hand clenched like his Face like he was showing her a valuable Diamond, kept secret. And in a way, it was one. 

Blue and white lines, Cables, under his Stomach and Chest, the blinking light so faint she almost didn't see it at the place where his Heart should be. 

Defibrillator. Keeps his Heart beating. He's sick. Like me. 

And somehow she wanted to hug him, cry and scream, do something. Kill Moore, the Devil in white.  He gave us Life. Why do I hate him? I don't get it. The Devil was once an Angel, or whatever the Hell that's called. 

"Taron?" 

"You’re alive. All that matters. You look well" 

"I know". A sigh out of his Mouth was her Sign to keep quiet. There was something different, Sadness, or at least she thought so. 

He stood up again, holding his Hand up. And with no hesitation, she took it. His Hand's warm. I like that.

"We have to go. C'mon. Gotta see the Results" 

The Walk felt long, wrong and far too short. She kept her Hand in his, craving it almost like she craved to punch, kick something. Or someone. Anyone or anything. Just to do...something. 

She almost didn't notice the great, white screen now above the Main Hall. Wasn't there before. All the others were there too, just them. Glimmer looked just as pissed as she was earlier. Or yesterday? What day is it? Holy Fuck, what year is it even? Is it still 2134? 

Names were displayed on there, black on white. 7, to be punctual. 

Darius O'brien, Taron Rùna Moreno, Luisa Whitlock, Cole Koak Abernathy, Lisa Maria Annelie, Glimmer William Solace, Markus Treatcher. 

Next to their Namey were their assigned Numbers. Subject 3895. I'm not a Number. Fuckers. Thats not my Name. 

Next to Darius' Number stood a 15, next to her own stood a 19. She did'nt know if that was good or bad, but she did'nt know anything in general, so she did'nt ask. 

The white Devil stood there again, a big smile on his Face, Teeth glistening unnatural, more white and blinding than the Walls. 

"Congratulations. We all are very suprised by your Resillience and Reaction to the Chaos of the Simulation. This was just a Test to see what would happen if you all were placed in a real Crisis Situation. You acted, which is good. Now, don't let down now. We all have a long Road ahead. And i'll be happy to be your Helper on that road."