Who am I?

Ch: 3☕

Date: 6084, Sep. 12, 11:07 pm.

POV: Talia

"PLEASE, I DON'T BELONG HERE, THERE MUST BE SOME MISTAKE!" I shriek, as I'm being dragged through a long dark hallway, by three scientists wearing masks.

I'm dragged by my hair, past numerous doors leading to cells, where they kept all the subjects.

Fear like flames washes over me. I shudder, sweating profusely.

A couple hours ago, I was taken from my home across the ocean. My parents knew for awhile I was an immune, but they thought that by keeping me far away, they wouldn't have to worry about The Creator finding me.

But they didn't know that his employers would patrol every human settlement, for any signs of life, in the hope of finding more immunes to add to his collection.

Another hot wave of fear hits me. I had to get out of here. Who knows what he'll do to me?

"HELP ME, PLEASE!" I scream, but my voice echoes by the vast, empty halls, and it goes unanswered.

"SHUT UP!" one of the scientists next to me snaps. I ignore him, and keep struggling.

"THAT'S IT!" He takes out a huge metal rod. It starts to buzz, and I can see electrical waves sparking off of it. "What the-"

Then he lifts the rod, and hits me right across the head with it. I feel a burning sensation seeping in to my skull. However, he continues to hold it there. He was electrocuting me.

I scream, my body convulsing, and then blackness pours from the edges of my vision.

The pain becomes distant, and I sink in to a never ending void of darkness.

I groan, slowly opening my eyes. My head aches, and I shake from the rod. I slowly lift myself up. I look around, and realize with a growing horror, exactly where I am. I was in one of the cells.

I run to the door, banging on it. "PLEASE, how many times do I have to tell you people, I DON'T BELONG HERE." I keep banging, I could feel my knuckles bleed and open up, but I couldn't care less. I just wanted to go home.

I hear someone running to my door. I stop banging. 

"Keep it quiet in there, or I'll give you another taste of the striker."

I freeze. The striker must be what that rod was. I sink to the floor, silencing myself.

No matter what happened, I wouldn't want to feel that unimaginable pain, ever again.

"That's what I thought." the scientist answered gruffly, stomping away.

I hear a gentle rapping, coming from one of the walls. W-who is that?" The rapping stops, and I could hear a gentle, sweet voice.

"Hi, my name's Amber, I live in the cell next to you. You must have just been brought in, right?" I breathe in relief. "Hi Amber, yeah they just captured me."

"You poor thing, how old are you?" "F-fourteen." I stutter. She sighs. "I remember the day I was brought here, and it feels just like yesterday. I understand how you're feeling right now." A pause. "Listen I have a friend here, her name's Nyx. If you behave, they'll let you out tomorrow  during lunchtime. You'll be able to talk with the other subjects. And if you want, me, you, and Nyx, can meet up together."

I hesitate. "Can I trust you?" She laughs lightly. "Of course you can. We can't leave, and we'll probably never will, but we can be your friends, so our time here can be more bearable."

I close my eyes, feeling reassured. "That'd be nice Amber, thanks." "Don't mention it, and if you have trouble finding me, I have long red hair, green eyes, and Nyx has white hair and red eyes." she reply's cheerfully.

I can hear her retreat further away from me in her cell. She was right. None of us would probably ever be able to leave, but at least I wasn't the only one.