Chapter 46
I keep tracks on how long I’ve been in this hell. I scratch the gray walls on my chamber, every line means a day and just before they excessively experiment on me, I’ve counted one hundred twenty lines, four months.
Today, I don’t know how big the syringe will be, or what colour of serum I will be forced to take in and on what level of pain it will be. I see a pile of scientists mostly from Erda and Sapius coming in my ‘experiment’ bed. A woman with gray strands of hair injects a creamy white serum into the back of my palms and another colour but same texture on my spine. It stings and burns more than the sunlight. I scream, I feel like all my bones are breaking.
“I don’t want to live like this anymore, please I’m begging you kill me.” I cry desperately in front of the scientists but neither one of them take my words. They are like robotic employees who only follow Professor Great’s order. They don’t even care if what they’re experimenting is a human being capable of feeling pain.
Professor Great comes in with a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re already dead Keesha. We bombed Portchester to make your death believable. I can count on my fingers those people who mourned for you. But sad to say it only went for a little while. Everyone’s back on their tracks Keesha. Everyone’s better without you.”
He caresses my cheek with his wrinkled hands and whispers, “Happy Birthday.” His breath smells like roast beef and wine.
The experiments start with the same usual procedure. They inject something inside me and my chest burns. It feels like they already formulated the right serum since their faces shows no more hesitation. They force me to lie in my stomach and they cut off my flesh – in my shoulder blades and spine. I feel everything. Every pain of being cut open is like being embrace by bulb wires or chewing a debris of shattered glasses. Their cutting apparatus goes deeper and deeper and so does the pain. I feel they insert something on my neck. Then, they stich back my flesh.
My eyes are fixed on the ceiling as they flip me to begin dissecting my front. What kind of mutation are they trying to achieve? James’s hybrid mutation only included some extracting and transfusion. There was no dissection or drilling or being cut open.
I hear one scientist whispers, “Can we really attain results by inserting him in her?”
“She either lives as we plan or she dies as we expect. Either way, there will be a result.” Another scientist smartly answers back, obviously he is from Sapius.
I stare on the ceiling and ignore what they are doing to me. There’s no point in struggling and fighting for my life. There’s no hope for me anymore. There is nothing I can do but give up.
I give up.
They rip my clothes off and start to inject a white liquid in my body. Two shots for every part of my body – torso, neck, arms, back shoulder and legs. They then put me into the same tube they always put me, the one with blue and red light. After that they apply something sticky all over my body it feels cold like a frozen lotion.
Few moments passed. I don’t feel my body. I don’t feel anything, even the warm air suddenly vanishes. The next thing I know, I am submerged into one of the invisible water tank with bluer than blue water which I believe is a serum. There’s a mask covering my nose and mouth that emits air. It’s supporting my breathing like I am just lying on a bed, inhaling and exhaling normally. My eyes are tired from being open underwater, I try to blink and close it for a while but I can’t. I can’t blink!
What have they done to me?!
Professor Great stands before me, adoring his work of art. This is the first time I am not strapped or handcuffed and all I want to do is break this glass and launch myself at him. I want to hurt him but still I can’t. My whole body is paralysed.
The woman scientist I’ve seen before and who always pushes my wheelchair to the experiment room walks in, greeting Professor Great with a smile. “Everything is going according to plan sir. Her vitals are functioning well and her brain waves are perfectly normal. All we have to do now is wait for the process to complete by itself.” She informs and looks at me with the same smile she greeted Professor Great.
“You know how much I don’t like waiting, don’t you? But you’ve done very well Dr Siu. The Queen will be very glad once she sees this.”
Of course it’s the Queen. Everything is the Queen’s order, her responsibility…her fault.
My pain, James and Edward’s life and safety, and the fallen lives of people I’ve come to know, care and hate are just little sacrifices for the Queen.
Her ambition and glory at our expense.
