Trials and terror [The trials fanfic]

[CHAPTER EIGHT] DRAK'S APOLOGY

In the previous chapter: She looked down at the participants who were waiting to be fed; out of all the faces, Drak's felt... different. She went down the stairs to see how he was doing, despite all the others telling her to get back

"Hello" she greeted him

"Uh, hi" "Is there something wrong?"

"Could we talk in private one minute?" Drak replied

Liz nodded and they went into a dorm room.

...

"Listen..." he began "I'm sorry for eating your mediator friend! I didn't mean it, really"

"You're referring to what happened this morning, right?"

"Yeah, that moment I... Let's just say I wasn't really in control" he explained

"And what do you mean by that?" The mediator asked

"Like... I didn't really think about what I was doing, It felt as if it were second nature to me. Do you remember what happened to Dg?"

"Yes. I still feel bad for him; poor soul!"

"I was thinking that maybe if I don't eat for a long time, my system triggers an 'urge' to eat whatever's in front of me"

"Wait Drak, I have an idea. We could take you to the Doctor" Liz suggested

"The Doctor? But I don't know if the upper class will let you do it. I've head them say she only helps out staff members" asked Drak

"I'll just come up with something" Liz took her phone out for a moment, it wasn't the type of phone you'd find outside the facility; it was a Zphone, a device designed specifically for the staff members. She called an upper class and had a talk with her

"Hello" Liz said

"Hm, hello. Is my help need anywhere?"

"No, I need to take a participant to the Doctor. He has been feeling very sick in the last few days and I'm afraid that it might be an infection" the girl knew that specific upper class barely ever comes to the hold section, and she used that piece of information to her advantage

"And so?"

"He could infect all the other participants and by extension staff members" she kept on explaining

"Hm, alright. I'll communicate that to the Doctor, you just bring him in. And be careful of course" and with that she hung up.

"What did they say?" asked Drak

Liz put her phone in her pocket "We can go, follow me".

...

At the same time, the upper class was carrying a body to a laboratory,

"That call I received earlier felt a bit suspicious. We clean the facility and phases almost every day, so where would this participant have gotten this infection? I should go check once I'm done with this one" she though as she placed the dead mediator on a table.

She unraveled the bloodied cloth and sighed "It's all in a day's work", she picked up a needle and metallic wire, then she started sewing the torn parts back together.

"Looking good so far" she though aloud and went into a room with thousands of lockers, she opened one; there was a body inside. She took it back to the operation table and with a scalpel, sliced pieces of their skin and later sealed them to Spork.

Within a minute or so, the dead mediator looked as good as new... almost. The only thing left to do is to take her back to the Doctor's office and she would be alive once more.