Supernatural Test Subjects

5 - Empty

(Mark's POV)

I look over at Jack and Marzia, tears staining their faces as they sobbed for their partners. I look next to me at Amy, her eyes brimmed with tears of her own. I was desperate to grab her hand, and tell her that everything would be okay.

But I couldn't do either of those things.

The voice returns back over the intercom. "Two down, four left to go. And next shall be...Amy."

"NO!!!" I scream, pulling as hard as I could against my restraints. Guards rush in and begin to wheel her away. Her fingertips brush against mine for a brief second before she's out of my sight. I scream repeatedly, cursing all the words I could think of. Jack and Marzia watched, all hope lost from their eyes. My words fell on death ears, causing me to sob uncontrollably, pouring all of my strength into hopes and prayers that Amy would be okay.

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(Amy's POV)

I'm scared, seeing Mark like that and hearing his cries. A-Am I going to die...?

Tears stain my warm face as I'm pushed into a small room. A glass bowl hangs above me attached to the ceiling, wires hanging loose around me, large needles at the end of them.

I look to the side and see a man in a lab coat walk in with a clipboard. "Name, Amy Nelson. Age, Tventy Three. Ethnicity, American." He puts the clip board down and begins to slide the wires into my skin.

I cry out from the pain as he continues to slide the needles into my arms and neck, thick tubes towering around me like trees. He gazes down at me with a sickening grin. "How zes idiot men manage to attract such beautiful girls such as yourself is beyond me." He strokes my cheek with his bony finger, causing my body to shiver in disgust. "You have no idea how badly I vant to take advantage of you and ze other girls right now..."

I growl, sucking up all my courage, trying to hide my intense fear. "O-Over my d-dead body...!"

The man smirks and steps back. "Bad choice of words, my dear." He looks at the guards behind a wall of glass and nods. A guard flips a small switch and a hum fills the room. I wince in pain as my blood is sucked through the tubes, beginning to fill the large bowl above me. It begins to fill relatively quickly from all of the thick wires attached to my body.

My heart rate picks up quickly, desperate to fill my body with more blood, but it's unable to keep up with this much blood loss. My vision begins to blur, my breathing hitching, every breath causing my eyes to droop a little lower.

The man laughs evilly, filled with insanity as he walks out of the room, locking the door. My eyes soon close, sealing me in darkness, Mark's gentle face fading in my mind as a tear falls.

I was right. I'm going to die.

And with that, everything felt empty, and I was cold.