Shattered Tears

Chapter 1: Cold

I can't stand the cold, yet I stand barefoot in the pristine white blanket of snow that covers the earth under my feet. My breath comes out in quick puffs of steam as I struggle to push and pull air through my lungs. My legs, no, my entire body is trembling with cold and exhaustion. Sweat cools and runs, frigid down my back, making the hospital gown that once hung loosely from my small frame, stick to my skin. The only thing I see around me is trees, and snow, and more trees. There is no path to follow, other than the one I've made with my frozen feet. The path shows brightly, a dark crimson, against the pure white ground. I look down and see blood tainting the snow where I stand. It seeps not only from my feet, but from various other places on my battered shell of a body.
Hot tears fall from my eyes, freezing before they hit the ground. I can't go on any longer, my body has taken too much. I must've run for miles. Still, I'm not nearly far enough away from the danger that pursues me. So, I step, one more time, forward. Then I do it again, ignoring the pain that jolts through me with every move I make. I will myself to keep going.
I don't know what happened. I feel strange. I don't remember anything... Before just hours ago. I know however, that what's happening to me is not normal. You see, since the moment I woke up... I've been seeing numbers. They flash in and out of my vision, and somehow, I understand them in a way that seems less like math and more like a language. It's like a computer program... And I'm the computer. It's difficult to explain, even to myself.
After a while I don't even pay attention to the fact that I'm walking, and I begin to drift into a sleep-like state, until a sudden warmth comes over me. Hypothermia, I think to myself, and I know it's the truth, but honestly, I can't bring myself to care. Truthfully, I'd rather be dead than go back to the place I just escaped.
At some point (I've lost track of time) I just collapse into the snow and let my body relax, resigned to the fact that I'm going to die out here. A howl rings out in the distance, and a last twinge of fear peeks around the corner of my mind. It's futile, fear. I will cease to exist any moment now, so why worry? I let the fear fade into exhaustion and let myself succumb to the cold. I think I'm ready. I don't remember anything, so I don't have any regrets. I guess that's a good thing.
The numbers in my vision fade as my world disappears, but something draws them, suddenly, back into focus. Electric, ice blue eyes, surrounded by black fur. Fur? I will my eyes to focus on what I'm seeing. I'm greeted by the worried- strangely, that's the only way to describe them- eyes of a black wolf. He lifts his head and let's a howl pour from his lungs before looking back down and locking eyes with me before I let my consciousness dwindle away into nothing.

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I see a dim light, and nothing else. Is it finally over? I'm not cold anymore; I'm glad about it. If anything, I'm warm, maybe, too warm. I can't seem to get my bearings on what has happened. My mind slips back to just hours ago, the only things I remember.
I play it back in my mind. White light permeates a white room, with white floors, no windows. I feel my wrists strapped to a metal table, cold on my back. My ankles are strapped down as well. I mentally tell myself to breathe, I can't let myself panic. I don't know where I am. Hell, I don't know where I came from. I don't know anything.
I hear a door open, and immediately shut my eyes. Three people walk into the room, two men, one woman.
"How did the surgery go?" A deep voice rings out.
"Successful, but she kept waking up. We lost three doctors." The woman's voice is next, she sounds calm.
"Ah, Lady Jacobs will be pleased to know that the subject will be under her influence in only hours." I can hear a smile through the mans voice.
Under her influence? That doesn't sound too good.
"When will she wake up from sedation? We need to move on to the next process." The man speaks again.
It's strange, I haven't heard the other man speak yet. And just as that thought enters my mind, one of the doctors quietly unlatches one of my restraints. One of these people isn't supposed to be here. The thought spurs in my mind. They are helping me to escape? I'm not complaining, no matter how wary I am of the situation.
Suddenly, a voice rings out almost too quiet to hear, but then it gets louder, I know you can hear me. You have to get ready. We only have a few seconds. Another man's voice. My head spins, not understanding what's happening. The other man and woman in the room move about just like normal, they didn't hear anything. But how?
No time to explain. You will know when to move.
At that moment I hear the click of a gun being cocked, then all to loudly, the sound of it going off, the scream of the woman, another shot, the sound of the other doctor begging for his life, then the loud blaring of an alarm. I immediately open my eyes, and use my free hand to unlock my other restraints. The guy helping me has his gun trained on the old doctor. He stands about 6 feet tall, blonde hair, big build. I see the dead woman, her blood splattered behind her head on the white wall. The deep red is so prominent against the white.
I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the metal bed. The doctor's eyes meet mine and terror fills them. He begins to fret, "you can't free her! She's a danger to us all!"
I'm confused by the statement, but I ignore it. A tray of metal items sits beside the table I was on. Drills, blades, needles, they are all found in the mix. I grab a scalpel, and place my feet on the floor. Stepping toward both of the men. I say nothing as the blonde haired guy looks at me, his eyes are golden. I don't know where to go from here, how to get out of this place.
I will help you escape, you just have to trust me. He says, taking a split second to look at me, his eyes are like gold coins. Rich, full of color but a darkness spreads behind them.
Do I have a choice? I think to myself.
No. He replies, and I mentally scold myself, of course he heard that. You either trust me, or you die.
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Just a heads up! All art done for this book is drawn by me (so far). Make sure to look at each picture carefully! They each have something to do with the individual chapter! Starting on chapter 3 I will be showing what characters look like.#2 and #3 are pictures of our main character (who shall not be named... Yet) #3 is a picture of her in much more detail, so don't miss out! I hope you enjoy my art, and my writing!
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