Atlanta (Part of My World) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 12

Atlanta woke to nightmares. 

Her brother, being injected with the mutation serum to become a Special Operative. His screams of pain and his protests to the thaumaturges. His mind being damaged due to the stretch. 

She shot up from her position on the cold, hard cell. She missed Earth. And she missed her brother. Atlanta pushed away the stringy locks of hair drenched in cold sweat. She turned to see something else. 

A huge black heap in the corner surprised her. It hadn't been there the night before. There was a growl of snoring, and the heap slowly rose, and slowly fell. There was a fine trickle of blood running from under his black tarp of a coat into the drain opening. 

Atlanta rose slowly, and walked over to the heap on the floor. 

"Hello? HELLO? Wake up, you're bleeding!" Atlanta shook the heap. The figure rolled over to reveal a man. Maybe 20 years old? He had stubble building up on his face, and a scratch across his face, in the process of healing. The black coat slid off, and Atlanta saw a gash on his arm, still bleeding. 

"Who are you? Where am I?" He growled. Atlanta flinched back. 

"The Lunar Palace." She squeaked, scared of the large man in front of her. 

"Scarlet- Where's Scarlet?!" He gasped. He pushed aside Atlanta, and she fell to the ground. The man paced to the barred cell door, and shook it. It rattled against it's frame. 

There was a laugh, and Atlanta froze. She knew that laugh. And that only bad things could be associated with it.