Fear | K.th [Editing]

The Numbers Assigned at Birth [4°]

Lang stops yelling. The person that had entered the room soon leaves, the large metal doors closing being an indication. She blinks. Waiting, listening for any sudden movement. When she hears nothing alarming she looks back up at the vent. The lights were back on. She chooses this as her chance to ask Lang the questions on her mind. She calls out his name.

A few seconds later Evangeline hears a faint noise from his end. She sighs in relief knowing that he's responsive. She asks first what that was and what that man had done that caused Lang to scream like he was being murdered.

Again, there is more silence. She hears shuffling. Lang moves around as much as he can. "June injected me with JMS." There's a difference in his tone from when he had previously been conversing with the woman. He sounded worn out, voice scratchy. She supposes it's from the screaming and struggling he had been doing. She questions what JMS is. Lang huffs, "You really haven't been here for long? Have you gone to the room that's assigned for your fear?" She thinks for a moment, if she doesn't know then she chalks it down to her not visiting the designation.

"Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?" She asks, though rushed, feeling antsy the longer she's tied to this medical table.

She hears a few heavy breaths before Lang begins speaking, although lethargic. "After you start your first act you'll receive JMS...I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I'm pretty sure it's nothing good...I get dopey whenever it's injected into me..." Why wouldn't it be good? All they're doing here is helping them out...right? If they're injecting their patients with something shouldn't they be allowed to know what it is?

Her mind reels back to how she got to this Institution, how Taehyung had lured her into a back alleyway and Jeon grabbed her forcefully. How when she was on the ground Taehyung had laughed at her fear...

"Tae-Taehyung told me he would set us free when we're cured--"

Lang breathlessly laughs at the naiveness. "Yeah, they told me that too." Her mouth closes, processing everything. No, she won't believe that. She'll have a chance to get out of this. He promised! "The numbers...they're your birthdate."

Evangeline thinks back to what Jeon had said. 62243. Which means she is 40944. "Why do they address us as numbers?"

Lang takes a moment to think about her question, having the same reflection himself when he first got here. It takes Lang a few seconds to garner enough strength to speak up, feeling the effects of the substance leisurely sneak up on him. "Maybe...to keep track of us...or we're apart of an experiment and they see us as test subjects...feels that way."

An experiment? It would make sense. Kidnapping people when no one is looking to raise any alarm. Asking for their fears for something that she still isn't made aware of...strapping them to a medical table, then injecting their victims with some unknown substance. In the back of her mind, she knew that Taehyung's words were too good to be true, yet she had still held on to a little hope that maybe they could have been real.

"How do I get out of here?"

Lang gives no immediate answer, unaware of a solution. Evangeline looks toward her limbs that were restrained. She needs something to cut the straps with. She turns her head as much as she can, the leather around her neck cutting off most of her movement.

Her eyes catch onto a surgical knife along with other tools on a metal tray that were laying on the counter. She smiles lightly. Okay, it's a start...but, she's left with another problem: how is she going to obtain the tool?

The woman studies the straps again, trying to figure them out and wondering how strong the material is. She begins to struggle against them, hoping that it would somehow give out on her. "Unless you have superhuman strength, it's useless," He says, hearing her body move against the plastic table."These bastards came prepared."