Saving Marzia (Pewdiepie fanfic)

Testing

Chapter 30

POV: Marzia

I stared at the dried up blood in front of me, still in shock as Grant and I curled up on the only bed in the cell. Two men had dragged Ashley's body out some time ago. They had shot her for the phone incident as a warning to us. Now Grant and I were left with nothing but fear. Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face as screams came from all directions. Grant was trying his best to comfort me but, between  morning sickness, hormones, and everything else, I was a mess. The only emotions Grant showed was when he punched the all, after they had taken her body. After that he just sat her with me.

After awhile of crying and not speaking, Grant spoke up. He grabbed my shoulders to get me to focus first. "Marzia, we need to make a plan. We need a plan encase they don't show up." He said in almost a whisper, looking all around us.

"What do you mean? They'll find us and get us out of here." I told him, holding my stomach with one hand by pure instanced.

"I'm not doubting that they wont find us. I'm doubting that...they make it to us." I was to shocked to respond. I hadn't even thought about that. I didn't weigh in the fact that Felix and whoever's with him have to literally face an army to get to where we are. "I'm sorry, I should say that. I just can't help but-"

"No...Its fine. I agree." I nodded slightly.

"You agree?" he sounded a bit surprised.

"Yeah. Th-They're facing an army. There's a possibility we'll have to do this on our own."

"Okay, good we're on the same page."

"So...what's the plan?"

"Um, I don't really have one. Yet!"

"Well, lets get to planning."

We talked for a long time and went back and forth with values. He wanted me to pretty much do nothing and stay behind him, given two factor: I'm a girl and I'm pregnant. I argued that to be dumb because I needed to know what I should do if we got split up or anything and my presence would be totally unnecessary if I did nothing; he might as well be alone, which were two aspects he was ignoring. After compromising, we decided I could help as long as it 'wasn't to dangerous'. I didn't understand that fully under these circumstances but I let him at least think it was true. So, given the little knowledge of the place and the lack of anything to defend ourselves, we had an okay plan. We both remember the way we came in, which was basically one long hallway with hardly any turns so that was a plus, and we both know how we can get the keys.

"Okay, here's a run down: The next time they bring our food, I'll grab the keys from their side (hopefully with out them noticing), then we wait until night time since no guards are out over night, we unlock the door and sneak our way out of here. Outside of this building we just have to wing it." Grant whispered.

"Perfect! I think that's a good plan. We can get out of here on our own." I smiled.

"Hey!" We both turned around in an instant. "Get up! Separate sides of the room!" A man ordered. We both slowly got up and moved to opposite corners of the room with our hands up. As the man unlock the cell door, the woman that we told about me being pregnant walked out from behind the man. "She the one that's pregnant?" The man asked as he walked in the cell.

She looked sad and guilty. "Yes, Sir."

He looked at me without expression. "Shame. Baby would've been cute. Grab her. Lets go." he spoke in Swedish. I guess he thought I didn't know Swedish, which I'm not the best at it but I get small conversation.

"Wait! What are you doing!? Where are you taking her?!" Grant was about to run after us but the man quickly drew his gun, stopping Grant in his tracks.

My whole body was shaking as the woman dragged me out of the cell, the man closing the bars behind us as he holstered his gun. I could hear Grant yelling behind me but my mind wasn't processing words or anything else then what I was seeing, which was horrific. Most cells where covered in blood. People were crying in the corners or staring out at me through the bars, some saying prayers for themselves and I think even me as I shuffled by. Tears silently streaming down my face as I took everything in. We stopped abruptly in front of double doors with small windows. I could see a clean room with an operating table and surgical tools.

"What do the doctors want with a pregnant woman, Sir?" The sound of the woman's voice made it to my ears with a sort of clarity. They had both started speaking Swedish, which made me a little more heart broken and made me miss Felix even more.

"Testing. That's all these doctors are doing." My heart dropped and more panic piled on top of my emotions.

A man in a white doctors coat opened the doors and pulled down his mask. "This the girl?" he asked, his accent clearly American.

"Yes."

He looked me up and down. "Okay strap her down. I'll start up the scans."

"Wa-wait! What are you going to do? Are you going to hurt my baby!?" No one answered me. They just dragged me to the table and strapped my arms and legs down as I pleaded for answers. The doctor stuck a needle in my arm that took some blood. "What are you doing? Answer me! What are you doing with me?!" No one answered.

"She's clean. The testing can proceed."

After getting no response from yelling at them once again, I settled on the fact of death and started to think about my life and what it could have been. I could have married Felix, I could have had an art career in clothing design, Felix and I could have moved to Paris, and we could have started a family. We could have lived happily. But now, now I'm just a test subject for these psychopath's. Now I was doomed to my death. Closing my eyes, I took in what would be the final noises I hear: the beeping of medical machines, mumbled conversation, the screams and cries of others trapped hear, and... My thoughts of that stopped as I hears loud echo's. I opened my eyes and looked at the doctor and the officers in the room. They were standing by the door, whispering.

"Hey! What's going on?" I yelled at them.

"Finish up with her. Don't worry." The male officer told the doctor.

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