Winwolfa (A Roan x Female OC Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Astrid's mind faded in and out of consciousness as they prepared her for the harvesting chambers. First, she remembered scolding hot water hitting her skin like a million tiny needles. Then, the scratch of bristles cutting into her. Then, she was standing naked, drenched, and chilled in front of the doctor. Curiously, she paced around Astrid, taking notes of every scar and flaw on a piece of paper.

Cold metal caressed her skin as she snapped back to her senses. Shackles against her wrists and ankles. The table felt so harsh against her bare back. The braids in her hair were unraveled, letting her clean hair cascade over the metal table. Only mesh garments to cover what shouldn't be exposed. 

As she craned her neck up, Astrid could see her blue blood being filtered into some kind of system. Beeps of machines and whirring of geared surrounded her. Fear spread through her veins. Her heart raced against her skin. She fought against those shackles with all the boiling rage in her body.

Astrid was back in the Ark. She was back on the table her parents strapped her to. Just a little girl, afraid for her life. Afraid of everything they did to her. Flashback of despicable treatments- needle punctures, surgery, and so many medication that Astrid would vomit uncontrollably for days. Fear banged in her chest, hard and fast, as she felt that fear spread to her bone. All of it rushed into her mind at once. Astrid continued to pull against the cuffs even as the blood pooled down them. A desperate attempt at escape.

"Please! Please! Make it stop!" Her child-like voice shrieked as she felt the needle enter her back. Astrid could feel every inch of it squelch against her flesh until it punctured her lumbar.

"Don't whine, Astrid. Just two more needles and we are done." Her father chided as pressed another needle deep into her spine. Convulsing and shaking against the table, she found it no use against the immense straps that held her to the table. Her fingers curled around the edge to brace against the pain.

"Please stop!"

"Stop!" Voice raw from screaming, Astrid snapped back to reality. Her body was now thrashing about, slamming her head against the metal table as her back arched in protest. The pressure around her wrists writhed in pain. She was aware of everything now. The tiny needle in her forearm, the garments suffocating her body, the table so cold that scorched her skin. She couldn't do this again. She couldn't be here. 

Two guards dressed in hazmat suits rushed in, followed by the same woman as before. Astrid didn't feel the needle punctured her arm until she began to feel drowsy again. The woman's voice echoed before she faded out again.

The next moment Astrid woke up she was in a cage. Dead silent. Whirs from the air vents were the only sound that occupied the large space. She traced her calloused fingers around the edge. The cool metal no longer felt red-hot against her skin. Sliding her fingers through the cage, she strained to open it. It didn't budge. Pressing her face against the wires, she saw a mass of empty cages around her. Blood stained the concrete floor below.

An electronic beep drew Astrid's attention towards the door. The guards unlocked Astrid's door and pulled her from the cage. Even though she tried to fight back, kicking and flailing her arms about, it did nothing against the tranquilizer they gave her. Once again, Astrid's limp body was shackled to the table. Whimpers of pleas croaked through Astrid's throat, but they were no use.

The doctor stood before her, hooking up wires and other medical equipment even as she fought against the restraints with what little energy she had. Her wrists were still raw from yesterday. Or was this all the same day? Time seemed infinite, unreadable, in that tiny cell. Then, a small slice cut deep into her thigh. Astrid bit back against the pain, even as the drill entered her thigh. As the she felt her bones reverberate, hearing the squelch of flesh and bone, a scream, guttural and deafening, unleashed from her chest. Nausea rolled through her stomach and threatened to unleash itself over her face and chest.