The Savior.

Chapter 2

     Waking up in an unfamiliar place is one thing, but waking up strapped to a table with a bright light hanging above you is another.

    As I try to move my limbs, I come to find that I am strapped down at my forehead, wrists, waist, and feet.

    At this point in time, I'm now panicking ferociously all the while struggling to get out of these hard restraints.

    About a minute or two into it I give up on my hopes conquest to freedom. My hard panting and lots heart beat are the only thing I can hear, and since there bright light is still on, I have to squint so my eyes don't ache as much.

   Loudly, a door on my left side opens up with a deafening 'squeek' and I cringe away from the sound involuntarily.

   "Great the bitch is awake" someone muttered.

      "Chris!" Screached the same voice. "I need another dosage!"

    I remained silent, partly in fear of what would happen if I were to talk. The owner of the voice started walking forward, just enough for me to see them in my peripheral view.

      I hadn't seen her before, but she was a brunette that goes down to shoulder length straight hair and 10 pounds of makeup caked upon her face.

      'What's up with all the non-professionaliy these people have' I thought dully.

      "Patient 4519, please stop struggling. You're going to hurt yourself more the we are going to, and that's no fun is it?" Cake face cackled.

     My face remained stoic as I said in a low monotonous voice "What are you going to do with me?"

    Cake face looked at me, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing passion. "I can't disclose that information to you sweety, but youll find out soon enough." She said.

    Right as she fineshed her sentence. The man who I assume is named Chris came bathing in, not seeming to acknowledge the screeching protest that the door made. In his hand, a huge syringe was given to Cake Face, who by this time had walked over and was standing next to where I sat tilted at an odd angle.

      He handed the syringe to Cakey, and inhaled sharply while turning on his heal high tailing it out of the room, not even sparring me a glance.

     "See this?" Cakey said, "This- this is our revolution" she paused, sliding the plastic top off of the syringe. "What this does, it paralyzis the memory section of your brain, all the while we set up a story, when we tell you that story, your body will go into shock because we are re-writing your memories."

    I didn't believe her. I couldn't believe her.

    Looking at her doubtfully, I mutter something under my breath, "Maybe she should be here as a patient..."

   Airily she gasps in shock " You do not talk back to me or anyone else in this ficinity!"

     Almost as if I expected it, she slaps me across the face, inedibly cutting into my skin because of her fake nails.

     I'm lying motionless, still, and watch as she grios the syringe and jabs it onto the left side of my neck, injecting the suspicious liquid into me.

    At first nothing hapoens, but then I felt something strange in my fingertips and toes. It spreads so fast that I barely took time to notice what it was.

    Then with out any other thought, I fell asleep in what felt like a deep dark state. It hurt so badly, as if my DNA itself was re-writing.

   From then on I felt like I was all alone, not knowing who, what, where I was. All alone in the dark.

   Absolute nothingness was everywhere but nowhere. I was confused, and frihhtened, until a soothing voice rang in my head.

  It was deep and omnious, but comforting.

   "Don't believe anything anyone says to you" it echoed.

  "Just believe me and my voice" it said.

  I'm so tired... I thought.

    "Don't fall asleep Innochka!" The voice said sounding panicked.

   But it was to late, I had already fallen asleep, and it felt like I was falling, so exhilarating yet terrifying.

   "Good night..." I said gleefully.

   "Maybe this is all a dream..."

                             Hopefully

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