It had been a full twenty-four hours I'd spent in the cell. My limbs had already fallen asleep, annoyingly buzzing anytime I moved or shifted. My back hurt from trying to get comfortable against the metal steel bars. I had to admit I was thirsty and hungry.
Fear hung over the room like a blanket, suffocating everything. Every hour they'd take someone new. Some would go without a struggle, while others kicked and flailed wildly, their eyes bulging. It all seemed so unreal, like a bad dream. I know it sounds cliche, but honestly I was terrified. There was only about ten of us left, all spread out, heads down. Aaron's scared expression still haunted me as i shifted my position, resting my arm against the metal beam. Silence enveloped the cage, everyone full of fear as we sat and waited.
I watched as a man walked up to the cell. He wore a black business suit and slicked back brown hair along with sunglasses to pull off the look. He took out a set of keys and twisted them in the lock, opening the door and looking at all of us. After a beat he began walking in my direction and I held my breath, staring intently at the ground.
"There's no need to be afraid. We're here to help you." He said in a deep voice, kneeling and gently pulling me to my feet. My legs couldn't hold me up after being tied together for so long, so the man lifted me by my shirt and dragged me out. I tried resisting, but was weak and dehydrated. The others stared at me in pity and relief that they weren't picked. I held their gazes with determination before being shoved out of the cell and watching the man lock the door again.
"Sorry but your going to have to wear this, just a precaution." The man said, pulling out a brown sack. I inwardly groaned as he pulled it over my head, now sight and talking taken from me. I concentrated on staying on two feet as he pushed me forward, keeping me walking through the unknown.
We walked for awhile, and I kept stumbling, but finally we stopped. The sack was torn off my head and I blinked in the light. We were inside what looked like a hospital room, with a table like thing in the center and confusing doctor stuff around it. Two doctors stood by the table, watching me with tired eyes.
"Subject #9700 ready for the testing." The man said, expressionlessly. Subject? What is this sick place? He pushed me towards the table and picked me up momentarily before slamming me down on it. He took out a large knife, cutting off my bondage to my legs and arms. I stretched them as he cuffed me to the table, ripping off the ducktape.
"What the hell is going on?!" I cried, my voice hoarse and dry. The two doctors didn't reply, instead grabbing a needle and injecting it into my arm. The stinging hurt for a few seconds before the familiar feeling of everything spinning away came back. Oh boy.
NOTES
So another short chapter, sorry about that, just hang in there guys. lol.
The plots finally starting up and things are getting exciting.
Stay cool and outta school,
Bailey Dawson :3
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