The New Generation

Chapter Eight- War Machines

Chapter Eight- War Machines

Alison woke up with a start. She wasn't disoriented. She recognized the same shiny glass ceiling of her cell that she grew up looking at. The pain flourished and pricked her skin. She wore a thin tank top and and shorts because the friction of thicker clothing irritated the second degree burns on her skin. For the most part she made it out of the ordeal better than Raymond had. They let her heal in her room, but Ray was still in the infirmary.

The torture was painful, but she had felt worse. She could never really become used to pain. It was just something that she accepted. Once the pain disappeared it was difficult to recall it again. But the scars would remain. She rubbed at an old scar on her inner arm from one of the first training sessions she had when the doctors pitted her against Ray.

Afterwards Ray had apologized so profusely that she had to freeze his lips together to get him to shut up. "I'll win next time," she had said.

That was when Cole had still been around. Instantly all Allie could think about was Cole. I did it. I finally did it for you. I killed her. But she still felt empty. Even if she had killed one of the doctors that led to Cole's death, he was still dead.

She tightened her grip on her sheets and exhaled deeply.

Her mind traveled to when she had Cole in her life still. Back when she could still feel warm, ever since his death, Allie hasn't had a moment that wasn't accompanied by the unshakable coldness that his death left in her. Allie gripped the bed clothes and tried her best not to

"I miss you cole." She tried to remember small things about him, but she was unable to remember small things about him. What he sounded like, the exact shade of his eye color or even what he smelled like.

"I miss him too," Ray said as he slid the door to the infarmy room open. He looked awful. He had bandages on his hands, his face was cracked and chapped all over, especially his lips.

"Oh god what happened." Allie said reflexively, she knew exactly how he had gotten them and she will always be glad to have Ray at her side.

Ray raised an eyebrow, while squinting his eyes, "Seriously? I got this from like the most hardcore kinky sex I have ever had the grace to come by. You know that super slutty doctor that Kory has? Yeah, her. Super good. Scary but she knows how to use those silicon injected ... well everything." He kept a grin on his face and Allie quickly found herself laughing.

Ray wheeled himself over to Allies bed and she moved over to her right so that she could make room for him. She patted the spot next to her, motioning him to join her.

He leaned back in his chair and glared at her. "I am in a wheelchair and my hands are burnt. I am staying my brown ass in this chair."

"Whatever," Allie said. "Do you ever just stop and think of all the people that we've lost over the years? It hasn't just been Cole. It's been lots of good people. So many of them."

Ray wheeled himself around Allie's bed. "Hey look you got a window." He was referring to the one-foot-by-one-foot window above Allie's bed. It provided minimal sunlight.

Allie tossed a pillow at him. Dumbass. "Don't avoid the question." She demanded.

"I've been avoiding more than just questions from you for a few years."

"You have, you also happen to suck at both." Ray turned his chair so that his back was to Ali. He slumped in his chair and fiddled with his burnt hands.

"Have Monitors always been able to die?" Ray asked. Shocked, Ali shot up and walked over to Ray, while placing her hands on his armrest forcing his body to face hers.