Ch: 2☕

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Date: 6084, Sep. 12, 11:06 pm.

POV: Amber

I'm sitting in the corner of my dark, bleary cell. I hear scientists running through the halls, and I can hear Nyx in the cell next to me, being dragged away. 

I sigh wearily. Nyx has been here much longer, than the rest of us. And she's gave up long ago, that we would be released, from The Creator.

I'm 17 years old, and I was taken 6 years ago, when I turned 11. I'm still barely holding on to the hope that humanity will be saved, and we'll be released. But deep down, I know Nyx is right, it's all false hope.

The Creator has always been interested in her, compared to the rest of the subjects. We didn't think much of it, but I was starting to worry.

Me and Nyx, have been best friends for two years, ever since I was 15 years old.

All the subjects are kept in separate cells, however every day if we're good, we're allowed to visit each other in the canteen, which is how I met Nyx.

I sigh, the silence was so loud. It seems as if Nyx was already taken away, and I knew exactly where she was. The test lab.

None of us have actually seen The Creator, however I always wondered what he looked like.

Then, I could hear screams from far away.

"LET me GO!" "I DON'T BELONG HERE!" "THIS IS A MISTAKE!" "PLEASE!"

I freeze. My eyes widening. It's been awhile since The Creator brought a new subject, in to the lab.

The screams grew closer.

"HELP ME!" "SOMEBODY PLEASE, I DON'T BELONG HERE!"

I heard scientists running outside my cell.

"PLEASE, HELP ME!"

At this point, I could hear the voice right outside my door. It sounded like a young girl. "PLEASE!"

"SHUT UP!" I heard one of the male scientists yelling. Then a large thump. I shake, sweating. They must have struck her.

I could here buzzing. I gulp.

They only used the striker, when subjects really put up a fight.

The screams were silenced, and I could hear the door to the neighboring cell opening. I knew she was asleep. No one was ever able to fight the striker.

They dropped her unconscious body, and slammed the door behind her.

A new subject has arrived.

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