2008-6 years old
I woke up in a bad room, I know I'm in a bad room because when I open my eyes the lights are all bright and it smells extra clean, the bed I'm on feels like cardboard and the sheets feel like straw. Footsteps echo down the hallway and I just know they are coming for me.
The footsteps are getting louder so I know I need to be ready. I take a big deep breath and dig my hands into the sheets to make me feel more brave. The door swings open and I see 3 men, maybe they are here to take me home? Well I hope the man in the white coat isn't the one to take me because he looks bad and the thought of him taking me anywhere makes me want to melt down into a puddle of Madelyn.
The man in the white coat doesn't look nice, he has small scary eyes and his smile makes my legs feel like jelly, so when he turns to look at me I look at my feet and try not to shiver from the cold. I'm now very aware of how cold I am in my papery gown. Next to me is a table with jars and tools on it as well as some funny looking, brightly coloured liquids in tubes. He steps towards the table and clears his throat, I look up and his hand is out. I don't really know what's happening right now but I do know one thing.
I do not want him to touch me.
He sighs "give me your arm child" I don't wanna find out what happens if I don't so I slowly raise my arm and hope that he's not going to hurt me like the bad men do when they move me from room to room. He grips my arm tightly and I push my heels further into the bed, I close my eyes tightly as he raises his hand with a needle in it, the liquid inside does not look like its going to make me feel good, my arms going tingly and it feels like its not my arm anymore.
I don't like needles.
2010-8 years old
Cold.
Cold spreads through my veins like fire, burning anything in its path. "ow" he pays no mind to me
"Take her back to her room." Before I can even open my eyes I feel two hands grasp my arms and lift me from the table, my feet drag along the floor and my eyes flutter open, barely adjusting to the light. That's one thing on my list of why I hate this wing of these stupid labs, there's no good windows, only skylights in some of the rooms. I'm thrown like a doll into my cell and I hear a sickening crack as I land, though I don't feel it, I feel myself become a Maddy puddle and think about how maybe if I could be a puddle all the time then I would get hurt by the mean men. My thoughts drift away and think about the one good thing in my cell, which is that I get a skylight to look out of but its raining right now so there's not much to look at while I wait for my limbs to regain feeling. My head feels like mush. My fingers feel all tingly and my eyes feel heavy, maybe a nap will help? My vision fades to black as I hear another cell door slam shut.
2012-10 years old
I'm staring up at the blue sky twirling the switchblade I stole from one of the soldiers belts when the alarm goes off, I stuff the switchblade into my folded jacket and shove the draw closed before the soldiers enter my room. The second I see their faces I know that I'm not getting out of this room unmarked, one thing they didn't anticipate was this time I'm not going down without a fight.
They have batons but I don't care, I clench my fists to feel some extra bravery and reach for one of their arms. I'm too slow and he grabs my hand but I twist my arm and kick his knee in hoping he would falter and give me a chance to get out of his grip. I was right. The other one grabs at my hair and I let out a yell, 2 arms grip me and I thrash in their grip, my hands scratching at anything I could reach "ты маленькая сучка" (you little bitch) and then I'm let go, I back away to catch my breath. One goes for a punch but I dodge it and get round him to the other gripping his baton and yanking hard but my ankle twist and a shooting pain goes through my leg.
In that split second I loose my focus and suddenly im on the floor, a knife blade glints in the light and I know I'm in trouble, Dammit Maddy why didn't you consider that they might have other weapons? Stupid idiot! One of them kicks my stomach and I curl in on myself, I feel my arm being sliced at and I bite my lip hard so I don't make a sound, I don't wanna give them the satisfaction if I can help it. However, that goes out the window when a steel toed boot collides with my face and I feel thick hot blood drip from my nose.
They stop and I scramble to my feet and wipe my nose with my sleeve, pushing past them and speed-walking to the school room, I hear their steps behind me as I slip through the door and bee-line to my desk. I'm the only kid here but that doesn't surprise me, I've only ever seen another child once and that was when I saw them being dragged past the labs doorway, unconscious or possibly... dead. I reach into the gap beneath the desk and grab my German textbook, wondering if there were any other children in this lab, I know that I'm number 14 so there must have been at some point right?
Soon enough school is over and it's time for me to go the testing room, I dread the testing room. Everyday they test me to see if any of the serums worked and if I've developed 'special abilities'. Spoiler alert! I haven't developed anything past enhanced healing in 3 years so im starting to loose hope in ever becoming powerful and escaping.
Sometimes I think about what the outside world is like nowadays but that only makes me a little dizzy, I try not to think about it and hope that when I do try and run that I have enough braveness saved up that I can get far far away from this place and find somewhere better to stay with someone to take care of me and feed me and just look after me. But I'm not stupid, I know that probably won't happen and I'll be on my own.
But I think anything is better than here. I push the door open and try not to look through the glass at the white coat men who are watching me please let me have powers, please please please, I don't wanna be punished again.
Note: some things might look a little funny because my laptop doesn't like me :( BUT the first official chapter of Wild Torments is published!! I really hope you like it :)
Also heres what baby Maddy looks like: (shes around 6-7 here?)
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Wild Torments
FanfictionMadelyn 'Maddy' Volkov was wild. All it ever got her was pain ------------------------------------------------------ She was raised to fight, be an asset, however Maddy didn't agree with that (especially not all the needles that were involved)