Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 3: Discovery

Hey guys! Thank you so much for being patient with me. I've been on vacation and all. So yep. Here is Freak

Chapter 3!

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I glanced around the room that was filled with a faded yellow glow. The walls were a charcoal gray, and two large torches were the only source of light in the room. On ether inside of the door were two large and burly guards. They slammed the door behind me, hard, startling me and making me jump. Sat in the middle of the room was Mr. Seneca. The head of it all. The devil himself.

Out of nowhere my cool confident feeling that I had gotten was soon washed away with this feeling that I had always experienced everyday of my life. Fear. I picked up my tail, running it through my fingers. I hated my habit. I always did when I was nervous, or scared. Even as I got older.

"Aww is the wittle kitty afraid?" One of the guards said accompanied by a laugh from the other.

I shot them a quick look and their laughter soon died.

"No! The little kitty is not afraid!" I yelled dropping my tail to my side. "In fact this little kitty isn't so much a little kitty is he? Yeah! I'm a big kitty! Nineteen! You call that little!?" I continued to yell.

"2194!" The sharp shout startled me and I turned. Mr. Seneca was staring intently at me. He pointed to a spot in front of his desk. I glared at the guards and walked over to the spot.

"2194-" Mr. Seneca began.

"It's. Harry." I said through clenched teeth.

Mr. Seneca looked at me amused, and with a small smirk he began again.

"Alright. Harry. Is that better?"

I nodded although I was standing in the same room as the person who ruined my life.

"Harry, I've noticed that as you've grown up and spent your time with us, you seem to be becoming more and more... um, rebellious. I would like to remind you of some very important details."

Mr. Seneca came around his desk and stood directly in front of me so that I could see his facial details. I had never been this close to him before. It was weird.

He had short brown hair that was parted in the center and spilt to both sides. He had a sharp jaw line and kind of a boxy chin. Broad shoulders, long slender arms, and long legs was what made up the rest of his body. Across his right hand wrist he had tattooed the words; THE ENEMY IS WEAK, THE ENEMY IS USELESS, THE ENEMY IS NOTHING.. The enemy meaning us. But the one thing that sent chills down my back was his eyes. Those icy, cold hearted blue eyes.

"Harry, down here," said Mr. Seneca as I snapped back to reality. "You, are just another animal. You have nothing but a number keeping you alive. You must understand that you are down here for your protection. But as you know there are rules."

"Protection my ass." I muttered.

"What?" Mr. Seneca snapped.

"Nothing."

He eyed me as he continued.

"You do not fight, with the guards. You do not talk back, to the guards. You are here to listen and follow orders. As you know you have been disobeying these orders a lot more than I'd like. Example. In this very room."

He walked over to the guard I'd been yelling at.

"You absolutely do not talk back like you did here. This can result in whipping. Disobeying any order, can result in whipping."

He walked back to me and leaned into my ear.

"Escape. Can result in death. 2194 if you even attempt escape I swear on my life I will kill you myself, right in that hallway for all to see."

I sucked in my breath, taking in every single word.

He sat down at his desk again.

"I was considering a good whip to your back for the incident with Mckinley but I decided to let you go with a warning." Said Mr. Seneca. "Escort him."

The guards came over to me, slapping handcuffs on my wrists. They steered my to the doors and walked me back to the halls.

We got back to my cell and the guards shoved me in that retched place, slamming the door hard behind me. I stood at the bars watching them go. Mr. Seneca's words were the only thing I could think about. But then again there was also Colin to think about.

Colin thought that I would be able to escape. Escape. Just the words in my head sounded like suicide. So let's say I made it. What then? I haven't been up to the surface. In nine years. Has it changed since then?

But if I was to be caught trying this suicidal act I would be dead the second Mr. Seneca heard about it.

I shook the feelings and thoughts from my mind. But for a reason I couldn't think up, they stayed in my godforsaken head.

'Escape'. It whispered. 'Live your life'

I was interrupted by the screaming of a little girl. I looked up and saw the same girl who had been getting her number. She was thrown roughly into the cell that Gerard had once upon a time occupied. I ran to my door and peered out at the scene. Ivan had as well awoken and was trying to see what was going on in the cell next to his.

She was screaming. Tears pouring down her face. She clutched her fragile little arm that was red and burned that horrible number. '2506' her number.

I crouched down and looked at her. She had honey blond hair and brilliant blue eyes. She had freckles spotting her face. But she was beautiful. Even her light brown ears and tail like mine were a thing of beauty on her.

"Hey." I whispered in a tone as soothing as I could make it. She looked up at me, her blue eyes red and puffy.

"Who are you?" She stammered out through her tears.

"I'm Harry." I cooed. "What's your name?"

"Amberly." She whispered.

I sent a small smile in her direction and she looked more relieved than ever.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Nine and a half."

I closed my eyes for a moment. She was younger than me when I got here.

"How old are you?" She whispered to me.

"Nineteen." I replied.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Will I ever see my mommy, my daddy and my baby sister again?" She asked. Hope flickered in her eyes.

I stared at her. I couldn't lie to this girl. If I told her yes then she would grow
hope inside her. But when she grew older and realised she was never leaving that hope would come crashing down on her and brake her little heart.

I slowly shook my head. Her face fell.

"Amberly i'm so sorry." I whispered.

She turned from the bars and sat in a corner hugging her knees. Her soft sobs echoed in the dark.

I looked up at Ivan and shook my head. Luckily no guards were around to see the events that occurred next.

I leaned against the bars sighing. But as I did so the strangest thing happened. The bars gave way from underneath me and the door to my cell swung wide open with an ever lasting creek that echoed in the dark place I was in. All eyes were instantly on me as I stared out at my freedom.

My cell door was open.