The Shadow

Part 5

I bet that you're wondering what they used to torture me with. Do you really want to know? Well, if you're still reading this, you are going to find out. While I had been knocked unconscious my Sadist had buckled me into a operating table. That was what made me scream. I was so scared that he was going to perform some kind of surgery on me that I didn't realize he was not a doctor. Do you want to know my deepest secret? That one that no one else knows, not even Rey. We used to tell each other everything, but there was this one secret that I just could not tell him. The most frightening fear to me is not death. I grew up in a world of pain, inflicted with the permission of my parents. Why they don't love me like Rey, I don't know, and that question still makes me cry at night. I am afraid that with every surgery that comes my way, I will become less, and less human, until all that is left of me will be a creature of the night, and a pawn for Link to use. I am afraid of becoming my brother.

      For a while he just let me scream. Then, gracefully, he picked up a scalpel. The wicked sharp end of it brought back many memories I did not want to relive. A deep slash down my arm already had him grinning like a maniac. Then, a cut down the side of my neck, ending at my  right shoulder. Blood flowed freely. He switched tools, and this time came at me with a rusty pair of pliers. He broke my left leg in two places. Shouting at me to get up, he then made me walk from one end of the room to the other after undoing the leather buckles to my legs, arms, hands, and head. The pain!! I was sweating in effort to just make a simple step. However I am proud to say that not once did I scream, or cry out in pain. My worst nightmare just had one thing left to do. From the shelf of odd looking weapon's he pulled out a cow branding iron. I won't go into deep details on the last part, but let's just say from that I had needed a lot of bandages on my stomach. The Sadist told me which door to go out of, and I slouched my way out of there. Because of the daze I was in, I honestly don't remember the trip to Rey's room. It must have been extremely painful,  but all I remember next is seeing him stare at me outside his door, in my blood soaked clothes. I hadn't been given any bandages, but the orders I have been given is that yes, once I got back to the room I could put on bandages but I would have to do it by myself or with Rey. They didn't want me to heal fast, because they wanted the pain there for as long as possible, so it would haunt me if I ever thought to escape again. However, I was issued crutches, and the doctors were going to do the splint, but only because they did not want their "weapon" to have a bad leg. That's all I was to Link, my parents, and probably, brother. No one cared for me in Link. They could pretend all they did, but from the moment I was born I had been destined to be alone.

Oh my God! Suri are you alright? What did they do to you, where are you hurt? I can-

I listened to him drone on and on, waiting for the moment where he would say "Just kidding!! Oh, wow! You thought that I actually  cared about you? Go hide in a corner and put on your bandages by yourself. After all, you earned all of your injuries!"

For some reason those words never came. I started into his eyes, wondering. I would not let myself hope, not yet that he actually cared for me. But he had not done anything bad yet, so I would go with the flow, and try not to care about him back. Not yet. His eyes held mine in a stare, and he smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry, you'll get better soon",  he said mistaking my hesitant  behavior as worries about my many injuries.

"I- I know...."I didn't know what to say next. I had just taken the worst beating of my life for running away from my home, and worst nightmare. I had run away from Rey too. But even though I had run away from him, and that deserved a huge apology, he did something that did way more then level the battlefield. We were a broken family, that was for sure. Trust was a big issue here. I definitely wouldn't have trusted me if I was him. After all, I was still going to escape when I got better. I know that earlier, I had said that eventually Link would find you if you were to escape.What would you have said next?

"I think I should get to bed". I glanced around the room to find a clock, and I found one on a small table by our T.V. The numbers read 10:30 p.m. in glowing red light. Rey, and my room was pretty big actually. It was like a mid-sized apartment. Right as you walked through the door, to your right was a small coat hanger. To your left was a weapons rack. I vaguely wondered when my brother had been upgraded to the "serial killer suit" which was "to die for". Haha. Nothing? OK then.

"Wait, um Rey I have one last question." This thought had not even occurred to me before all of the drama. "What month is it? Heck, what year is it?"

"Well, it's still 2016, but you were out for three months so now it is a Thursday, November 2nd." I took these words without comment. My wounds were healed, but I should've  been able to wake up in at least two months. That leaves one whole month that anyone could've operated on me. I suddenly could wait forever before I had to try, and change to a wolf, the other half of me. 

After walking through a narrow hallway the walls opened up to a room sort of shaped like a triangle. On the far left corner of the room there was the kitchen. Only selective people had kitchen's in their sleeping quarter's- the rest had to go to a cafeteria for their daily meals. Following the same wall to the middle of the room was the living space which included a T.V. that had Link's Xfinity on Demand, AND Netflix. Hey, us prisoners live in comfort! Still traveling up the same wall, but now going through the shortest hallway in the world you find a door. That same door just so happens to lead to our bedroom. My bed is ( thankfully ) located nearest to the door, so escape, will be easier. I just had to figure out how...

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A week passed. Two. It was halfway through the second week when I had finally been deemed fit to start my "training" again. I had healed for the most part, and the only thing that was keeping me from training the week earlier was my leg. But, by that time it was alright to walk on, so I was good to go. My wolfish abilities, and Netflix were prime things that helped me to not be bored, and heal as fast as I did. That was a pretty good sign for me, because I needed to change to fight, and the next time I would train would be the next day. However, there were going to be ulterior motives of mine that would happen during training. I was going to find allies, because I knew that this time I would not escape alone. Link is basically in the middle of nowhere. When I got out the first time I had climbed the slick metal walls of the fence in closing the ginormous structure. It was built only ten stories above ground, and many, MANY more below. I had escaped last time through the below ground, coming to ground level right before the fence. This time I would have to try escaping above ground however, because I knew that they would have taken extra time to put extra people and security in front of the building, their present to me. I would escape again. I would escape or die trying.