Recommence ° Edward Cullen[Rewriting]

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Chapter Five | The Edge of Control

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Bright lights burned a glaring, white background into her vision. Steel restraints pressed deep dents into her flesh, numbing the skin they touched as they restrained her limbs, torso and neck. The creature strapped to the table couldn't move or speak, a leather muzzle fastened over her mouth, encasing the lower half of her face. It was even hard to breathe.

Most of her senses were dulled in the colourless, cold and sterile room, but Alexandra could feel everything. She felt the cold as it prickled her skin, and the unmoving steel of the cuffs pinning her body. She felt the burn of scalpels as they carved into flesh, muscle and bone, and the hard slab of metal beneath her warmed by her blood as it dripped down her sides.

Pale skin, untouched by natural light, darkened into a creeping, abnormal shade of black. Behind the muzzle, dull, human teeth lengthened into numerous sharpened points, and deep, brown eyes bled into a void-like black. Above, the lights flickered, and in the moment of darkness, the shadows crawled across the ceiling like spidering cracks in broken glass.

A low, guttural growl rolled from the chest of the beast, the sound deep enough to rattle the hearts of the surrounding humans. Chitinous, obsidian claws dragged across the surface of the metal table with an agonizing screech. "Chains! Get the chains!" A man shouted, his panic a sweet contrast to the acrid taste in the air.

Metal bent, groaned and then snapped. The rim of her pupils gleamed red. Alexandra had her left hand free within moments and clawed at the thick band around her neck. Her flesh sizzled as she snapped it in her palm, but the pain barely registered. She lunged for the nearest, gaping scientist and tore into his stomach.

Her right cuff snapped as the man collapsed to his knees, an awful noise echoing in his throat as his hands moved desperately to push his spilled entrails back into his body. Mockingly, she leaned down from the table to pluck his large intestine from the pile, her body twisted oddly as her torso and ankles remained bound.

The creature's grin was lethal as she waved the rope of flesh around for a moment, and her eyes locked on a man cowering in the corner. She whipped the slippery rope at him, watching with sick satisfaction as it slapped him in the face, blood and viscera marring his face. Had she the capacity to feel mirth, Alexandra would have laughed.

Instead, her gaze slowly panned to the tray of tools that were within her reach. The sweet, mouth-watering scent of fear permeated the room.

Alex shot upright with a sharp gasp, strands of her hair sticking to her clammy skin. The metallic stench of blood and sting of antiseptic still clung to her senses as the image of the white room and people in white coats, swam behind her eyes.

Her heart thudded against the confines of her ribcage in an uneven, frantic rhythm. "Shit." The word came out as half-breath, half-curse as she massaged her sternum with a trembling hand, in an effort to calm her racing heart. Alex forced a slow inhale as her eyes fluttered shut against the unwanted flashes of the nightmare. "Shit," she exhaled softly.