Ruach

Ruach Ch.3

Here is chapter three and a pick of George. and the last chapter that was a pic of Amelia. Tara's older sister.

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I strained against the straps that held me down. I watched in terror as the man tested the needle as he walked towards me. The other men in the room looked on in awe as he took my arm and twisted it around so he could reach my veins.

“Please” I sobbed quietly.

“Sorry sweet heart but this is for the good of my kind.” Yea well guess what! My kinds your kind too!

“NO!” I cried, but my voice was hopeless this whole thing was hopeless. I was going to die that I was sure of. I mean isn’t what that man is putting into me something to kill me? I’ve seen him give it to the others and they all screamed and thrashed around hopelessly then…..nothing. They were still so still. And when the men were sure they were dead, they would just drag the body into a little pile in the corner and get another person. Then when they were done for the day they would take all the dead bodies. Where they took them I didn’t know but I didn’t want to know, but I was going to find out. Because I was going to be joining them soon. I had been able to avoid this part of the ‘procedure’ but now they said I was ready.

Then I felt it. A blinding white hot pain, I don’t know how lava feels on your skin, but I’m pretty sure that what I’m feel is the equivalent. I cried out in pain, pleading over and over again just like the ones before me. My body twisted and contracted on the metal table, restrained by the leather straps. Then my body turned cold and I stopped thrashing about and instead started shivering. So violently that it hurt, the table actually shook and scooted about the floor a little they were so violent.

“What’s happening?”

“They’ve never done this before?”

“Only one other has ever reacted like that.”

“What does it mean?”

“I don’t know but get her the antidote. We can’t lose this one. She’s too valuable.”

I felt another needle try to pierce my skin. But this time it broke.

“What!” I heard someone cry in disbelief.

“Just like the other one. Her skin became hard like ours. I think we might have done it boy’s. Get the liquid antidote we’ll have to feed it to her.”

Then I felt someone grab my face. Their hand was rough, cold and had calluses all over it. My head jerked away from his grasp, I was instantly given a slap across the face. I let out a whimper but this time when they grabbed my face I didn’t fight. I swallowed down the gut wrenching feeling that I felt and allowed him to squeeze my cheek and open my mouth. Then I felt him thrust a cold metal spoon full of and awful tasting liquid. At first I was going to spit it back out but a voice telling me that if I wanted the pain to stop I would drink every last drop of it. So knowing that there would be an end to my torture, hopefully death, I slurped the awful tasting liquid like it was the best tasting lemonade on a hot summer day.

“That’s a good girl” those were the last words I heard before I blacked out. Then darkness consumed me and the next thing I now.

I’m awake screaming my head off.

A man and women come racing into my bed room flipping the lights on. At first my breathing comes harder. Where am I? Where’s Amelia? Who are these people?

“Tara! Honey are you ok?” The women asks as she sits down next to me on the bed. I scoot away from her still not remembering where I am.

“W-w-w-who….what….oh” Then it comes back to me all in a rush. The man and women are my new ‘parents’, I’m at there house in Georgia, and Amelia is dead.