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WARNING: Even though it is edited, there will probably be mistakes. If you see any, point them out.
Carry on :)
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I am carried down a dark hallway.
I scream, and shout, kicking, and squirming. I pound on the man's back with my fists.
I begin to screech,"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? WHAT IS GOING ON?"
No response.
"ANSWER ME GODDAMNIT!"
Still no response.
I realize they are never going to speak anyway, so I stop struggling. What's the point in trying? I've wasted enough energy on them anyway. I guess I'll just have to wait for answers.
At this point they've been carrying me like this for a good few minutes and the blood is rushing to my head.
They continue to ignore me.
I get taken to a room with mirrors for walls. Computers are scattered everywhere, wires lay splayed out in a jumbled mess, and there are dozens of chemicals on every shelf.
Upon entering, I get plopped down on an operating table, the same type they put me in after they abducted us. They strap me down. The table is cold, and hard, the straps dig into my skin.
I ignore the discomfort.
I hear footsteps. A man in a lab suit and a mask walks in. The delicate porcelain mask is chipped, and cracked. Crazed, bloodshot eyes peer through the openings in the mask. His left hand is absent, in its place is a brass skeleton of the original.
"Extirpators. You are dismissed."
So that's what those men are called. Extirpators.
The voice is gruff and disoriented, yet eerily familiar.
"Who are you? What are you going to do to me? Why is this happening?"
"Shhh. It will all be over soon. My name is not important. Just know that I am your leader. There was a glitch in the system. Your chip isn't working. No matter. I will replace it. Don't worry, you won't remember any of this."
He turns and grabs an inhaler.
What? An inhaler? But I don't have asthma.
I try to resist but the restraints are too tight. He presses it against my face and pumps. The gray mist comes out.
Really? Fainting this many times is probably unhea-
I black out.
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A/N
Next update: at this point it's not even important
Author: Yes I know it's short.
Readers: *opens mouth, ready to protest*
Author: NOPE. NOT YET. DO NOT SCREAM AT ME YET.
Readers: *looks expectantly at author*
Audrey: STOP KNOCKING ME UNCONSCIOUS! AS I WAS SAYING: ITS PROBABLY SO F*CKING UNHEALTHY!
Author: I don't want to be screamed at more so I'm just going to go now.
Readers: *outraged, begins to protest loudly*
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