Curiosity Killed the Cat

Enhanced

Kat's POV

They eventually free me from the strait jacket. After scoping the place for a while, I realize that there's no escape.

Plexiglas. Pristine, extremely small rooms. All of this is much too familiar. I've seen where The Walls keep their prisoners. A part of me feels like I've been in one before too, but that's crazy. Most of the torture goes on in a room like this too.

Bring it on, I think. They could never break me.

The only detail of this place that is different is how I'm put on display. I'm in a glass cage as if I'm some rare species of animal to be studied.

I can't even tell if it's day or night anymore, either. There's just that constant sterile glow. I start to count the days by my meals getting dropped off by Jason each day. 3 meals = 1 day. 6 meals = 2 days. 9 meals = 3 days. You get the point.

I know my every movement is being observed. Most of it consists of frantic pacing and the failed attempts of sleep. I'm jittery and sleep deprived. The box I'm trapped in blocks every sound from the outside, meaning I've been sitting in eery silence this whole time. I actually look forward to the sound of my metal tray clanging as it slides through the slot.

Jason can't talk to me and sees that I have no interest to speak to him. He gives me reassuring smiles anyway, and sometimes presses his hand against the plexiglas.

One day, I press mine against it too. My small, delicate hand against his large and worn hand. Desperate for human contact, I trace all the scars on his hand through the barrier. I realize what I'm doing and become furious, pulling away.

Jason leaves minutes later.

I've been waiting for them to torture me. But this whole time they have been. They're slowly making me break. They can break me. They took away my dignity and confined me in a small cage with no escape. I'm close to a melt down and they know it.

"Where's my other soldiers!?" I shout at the camera.

No answer. "If you're going to kill me, just do it now!"

I groan, on the brink of tears. I can't take this anymore. I'm shouting on the top of my lungs, hot tears streaming down my face not much longer. I punch the walls furiously, not even hesitating once I see that my knuckles are gushing crimson, probably needing stitches. After my breakdown, I stare at the white walls smeared with my blood, satisfied.

Just as I expected, that dreadful woman called Quinn and her minions hurry themselves into my cell.

"Come to kill me?" I ask.

"Not just yet," she replies.

I don't fight when they stitch me up and wrap my hands in bandages. I'm taken into what appears to be Quinn's quarters afterwards.

"Please sit," she says, gesturing to the couch set in the middle of the room.

I obey. I cross my legs and fold my throbbing hands in front of me neatly. I lace my fingers together and watch her coldly as she sits in the sofa across from where I am.

"Oh, and you're excused," she orders her guards. They attempt to protest, but with one look, they shut up and leave the room.

Quinn smiles and picks up a teapot, pouring tea into two mugs that are on the coffee table between us.

"How many cubes?" Quinn asks.

"Two, please."

Her smile grows wider. "So polite and elegant. Your home finds manners a priority, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

I can't fight. Not just yet. I want them to think that they've already broke me. If I appear to be afraid to go back to my cell, then I'll appear fragile. Then I'll kick all of their asses and do what I came here to do in the first place.

"You're very different, Katerina. We've been monitoring you and your activity, which is extremely diverse from the others," Quinn says casually.

"Maybe it has something to do with, well, I don't know. Me being a completely different and enhanced species of human?"

"I meant from your other friends. Now drink your tea before it gets cold."

I narrow my eyes distrustfully. "Drink yours first."

"Smart girl!" She laughs, taking a sip of her tea. I drink mine, satisfied with her response. No poison, no drugs.

Quinn clears her throat. "As I was saying, we've put your friends in a similar situation in which you were in. They're calm and seem to be content, while you're hostile and pacing almost every second of every day."

"That doesn't make any sense. They're imprisoned, they should be hostile like me."

"Why? We give them good food, comfortable and clean quarters, clean clothes. Are you claustrophobic?"

You could say that...

We're alone and she has her guard down, I can see it in her eyes. I could easily kill her in a few blows to the chest. I'd shatter her ribs enough to puncture her heart.

"Where is the exit, and where are my people?" I announce, standing up.

Quinn sighs. "Wish it didn't have to come to this," she pulls out a stun gun.

I smirk. "Me either."

I anticipated that she was armed. Swift as lightning, I grab her wrist and twist it until I hear a snap. She screams and drops the gun. I probably electrocuted her with the stun gun longer than I should have, but I'm pretty sure she'll survive. But it's not like I would care if she didn't.

The two guards aren't even standing outside of the door. I guess they got lazy and figured Quinn could handle herself.

"Hey!" I hear someone shout behind me. I whip around and see a woman, clearly another guard.

Perfect.

"What are you doing?" She questions, skeptical.

I smile innocently. "Looking for the bathroom...?"

The woman raises an eyebrow, not buying it. She points to the bathroom in plain sight that is ten feet away.

WHACK. Within seconds, she's out.

I drag her unconscious body into the bathroom and lock the door. I switch our clothes. They're pretty big on me, but they're better than what I was in before. I look in the mirror and frown. I won't be able to pass by as a guard. Not only are my tattoos pretty obvious, but I look extremely different from everyone else. I'm genetically enhanced to be as perfect as possible, while others aren't so much.

Oh well...

I open the door and exit the bathroom. I hear the clatter of running footsteps and know exactly what's happening. Quinn probably woke up and called for reinforcements.

Well, time to run.

Author's Note:
Should I start adding music to my chapters??? Comment what you think ;)