Experiment 101 (Aris x Reader)

13) Lost Again

Y/N wasn't normal. Any idiot could see it. There was something wrong with her. Her face was unnaturally deadpan, and she never spoke to anybody. She never actually reacted to her surroundings. If she bumped into something or hurt herself, she didn't show pain. She didn't show anything.

Kids can be mean. They can be cruel. That's something most people can say with their full chest.

She didn't know that yet, but she will today. She’ll learn what comes with being different, even if it's against her will.

She was walking around. By now she was trusted to be on her own. She had been numb for long enough time for it to be acceptable.

The little redheaded boy and his friends were known to be menaces. Not violent but not quiet about people they dislike.

They were all bored, and WICKED’s security wasn't up to par yet. That meant that with a little bit of effort, they snuck past the guards and out of the cafeteria.

Y/N turned a corner. Despite having been walking for hours, she felt no pain in her legs. Her mind was so sure she was incapable of that now. She thought of it as a blessing. Even though she could die, it wouldn't hurt her. That's why she was special. That's what made her great.

Even if people still flinched whenever she was near.

She rounded a corner to find herself bumping into a group of people. Face to face with a ginger boy, she started to apologize.

They had heard of her. Everyone had.

“You can't feel anything, right?”He asked slowly. Not hearing the coldness in his voice, she simply shrugged and confirmed it.

“So if I hit you, you wouldn't feel it?”

“No. I wouldn't.”

Glancing at his friends, he waited to see if they had the same twisted idea. When they all nodded with smirks on their faces he turned to face her only to find her walking away.

“Wait up,”He called. Doing so, she turned around. Taking advantage of this, he closed his fist and connected it with her nose. Stumbling back from the impact, she held it for a moment the way normal people would before standing straight up.

“What was the point of that?”She questioned, acting as though there wasn't blood dripping down her face. Angry that his attempt didn't work, he tried to hit her lip only for her to duck her head. Cleaning up more of her face sounded only like an inconvenience, like a stain she had to wash out and not horrific injuries.

Getting another idea, he kneed her in the face. Falling to the ground, she instinctively curled up in a ball and put her hands over he head. She still didn't make a sound though. She didn't even flinch.

One of his friends kicked her in the stomach. Wincing at the impact, she groaned as she held it. Taking the opportunity, another one kicked her in the face. Finally crying out, she held her nose as more blood fell down it, now pouring from her mouth too. Satisfied with her finally showing pain at their hands, as if it was nothing more than debunking a rumor, they continued. With tears streaming down her face, she screamed in agony. Unaffected by it, they continued their beating.

“Aris!”She cried without even knowing why. Just that it was the only thing she knew how to say, that it was the only comfort she had.

As they kept going she took a breath as something came back to her. She was moving on some kind of vehicle, being dragged somewhere against her will. There was blood on a floor, a women telling her not to speak before being struck by a door. Sobbing harder, blurry images came to her mind. A boy sitting beside her. He was sunburnt just like she was. They could barely speak, but she swore he was saying something. Whispering words she was supposed to know but couldn't make out. There was darkness and pain as the sun was blocked out. There were kids her age crying. He wasn't crying, but his voice was scratchy and pained but safe. She was safe. Safer than she ever had been. She saw a woman with flowers and water. She was rubbing the spray on her. They were purple? Yes. Purple. She was holding her close, pulling her on her lap. She was telling her something. Immune? Yes. That's it. Immune. And someone was saying something about his dad. She didn't have one. The woman said he was gone. That he couldn't take it anymore. She told her never to go in the basement. She listened. She always listened to the woman. But there was a gunshot. The boy said something about a gun.