The Shadow

Part 3

          

"Will you ever forgive me?" The last words from Rey resonate in my head. In my room after he said that I had turned away from him. This was all too soon for him to spring on me. Of course I still didn't really know what time it was. All the nurses I had tried to talk to the rest of the day kept their heads down, and would not answer any of my questions- they pretended that I wasn't there when I asked. They only talked to me when asking me questions like "Any more water, miss?" I'm sure all of them knew my name, but that was all they would call me.

The first night that I was actually aware of was pretty hard to get through. The whole wing was quiet, and all the day nurses had gone home. The evening doctors rushed through corridors with quiet footsteps- muffled so the sleeping wouldn't wake. Not that I could get any sleep. I was wide awake and scared. I was probably being paranoid, but I kept having the thought that they would do things with my body if I was asleep. It is a old fear that have had. Ever since the scientists did those experiments on me... well let's just say I didn't sign a consent form before they did it. Some of the time, I didn't even know I was in surgery, because they had operated on me while I was sleeping. I did have plenty to think about. Would I ever forgive Rey? I truly did not know. Attempted murder is kind of a hefty thing. . What was going to happen to me here? Link must have thought of some sort of use for me, since Rey failed to kill me. I just hoped that my new "job" wouldn't be killing people- an assassin like him. The next thought I had chilled me down to the bone. What if Link, somehow when I was still in a coma- what if the doctors changed me again? I didn't feel too different, but most of the time I didn't actually feel that different after a surgery. They could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have noticed. All of these thoughts circulated in my head during the night as silent nurses crept through the halls, and the moon rose in the sky. Wolves from Earth howled and yipped at it, happy to be free, unlike me. I had escaped Link once, but that was an accident. There was no way that would ever happen again. I was trapped, possibly for the rest of my life.

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Morning finally arrived. No matter how much I did not want to face the new day, almost anything would be a welcome- I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts.

The morning bell tolled and the work of day began. Almost immediately after the echoing bongs, a maid wearing a apron and hat came in the room with a variety of dishes. Breakfast was served.

I ate slowly, trying to savor all of my food, but I have a huge appetite. Waffles, with fruit, and cream cheese on them are so good! Of course anything would've probably tasted good then, because how long I had been kept in that room out cold, fed only by tubes connected to my stomach. However long ago it was, I was super glad to be able to eat again. Vaguely I wondered when I was to be moved out of this bed. I obviously didn't need it anymore, and there were some patients in the other rooms that I am sure could've used a private bed. I remember back from when I still lived at Link, one time I had gotten hurt. It was a stupid thing, really, and I had been reckless.

That day, during training, we had to have class inside, because of the rain. We had been working with wooden staffs. I was in class with the other students my age in a drab, colorless beige room. Our instructor had told us to pair up, and I had chosen the one person who was left after everyone picked partners. That was how the classes with partners always went. No one wanted to be "wolf girl's" friend, or partner. The poor victim left that day was a boy with mousy brown hair. He had the bad habit of biting his fingers when he was nervous. As soon as he had saw I was with him that's what he started doing. We started to spar. As soon as we started, I could tell that I was better then him, way better. None of the other children in my class had ever matched me, because I had the added agility, and "extra" strength. I also topped them in speed, and stamina. I let him get a few hits to my stick, just to give him confidence. But I soon got angry. I got angry because I was tired of them. Tired and fed up at all of the kids that were so afraid of me that they made fun of me, and would never be my partner. No matter what I did, these kids did not see that I was just like them. After all I was just the "wolf-girl". I suddenly decided that I would show these kids. I would show them that even though I might not have been human I was still there. I was alive. As soon as the boy had made his next mistake- let's just say that was his last. I finally went full strength, and flipped him over with a quick flick of my wrist. Thanks to my wolfish abilities I could pick the poor boy, and flip him over with my bow staff. Other kids looked at me with awe, but most of them looked at me with fear in their eyes. They were afraid of me. Unfortunately, the instructor was not. That women came at me with hate in her eyes, the only intention she had for me was to hurt me. She grabbed the bow staff out of my hands, and hit across my arm a few times until it snapped. I didn't cry out in pain. Eventually, I got used to the "gentle prodding" the teachers gave to us to "encourage" that we remained on the "right track". That was the one and only time I had been sent to the infirmary. I quickly walked through the hallways as my teacher had instructed. No "goofing around" she had ordered. I knew that if I did not hurry, someone would probably break my other arm, for disobeying the order.

I got to the wing fairly fast. I quickly entered the office. Inside, the walls were a pristine white, and the halls smelled of disinfectant. Farther down the hallway, I could faintly hear expensive machines beeping away, and had wondered how Link was so rich. I wondered how so many organizations could have been fooled into thinking that Link was working towards something better. Whatever story the evil organization was trying to sell, it was evidently working.

In the center of the office there was a huge desk. The length of it ran from wall to wall, so the edges of it were brushing the walls on either side of the room. There were three stations on the desk that contained people. The first one was checking your name, and classroom you were just in. The second was for assessing the damage you had, and how long you might be staying in the hospital. The third one was for a slip the excused the badly hurt ones of any homework they had to do. For the ones that weren't hurt so bad, it was a sheet for a kid in your class to get homework for you so that you didn't have to get it yourself. The office was a loud humid place. Phones were almost constantly ringing, office employees were yelling into the phones, and moaning of the hurt was deafening. I clutched my aching arm to my chest. I groaned in protest, but I knew that just by looking around the room, my injury was nothing compared to some of the ones I saw in their. They made me shudder. Not for the first time in my life, I was relived the I wasn't in Rey's line of work. Finally, finally, I got to the end of the line. With a pen the had a flower at the top of it, I signed all of the required paperwork. Then, a nurse lead my to the open room of the wing. It was even louder, and more depressing in the open room. I was ushered past a man who looked so pale, I would've guessed him to be dead. I got a small bed, on the far corner of the room.I didn't even flinch when the doctors had to reset my arm. When it was finally over, I had slumped back to class. I knew Link was brutal, but since that day I hadn't realized how many of it's own were dying, every single day.