Dan POV:
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Weak: adjective // lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; lacking physical strength and energy.
We've been in this government facility for about two weeks now. And it's been torturous. We're treated like shit, like actual lab rats.
The experiments they do on us are extremely painful, and it drains the life out of Phil and I. All of the scientists have become progressively meaner, treating us like we're not actual people.
The US government captures all soulmates and experiments on them. There are five other pairs of soulmates here, and it looks like they've been here for years. We are not allowed to talk to each other.
Apparently, the UK government is in on this whole "soulmate experimenting" too, and they told our school that we were homeschooled now, so no one is even questioning where we are.
Our parents are still on their vacation in Brazil, and when they get back they'll probably tell them that we flew to America and died in a plane crash or some bullshit like that.
They've posted on social media for us that we threw out our phones and won't be answering anyone's calls or texts. They've made it so no one knows that we're here.
Phil is holding on strong, but I can tell he's getting weaker by the day. Since I just had surgery conducted on me and I was shot a month ago, I am losing my strength extremely fast.
We have been put in glass cells. It's freezing, and we're only dressed in the clothes we came in.
"How are you holding up, bear?" Phil asks concerned.
"I'm alright." I lie.
Suddenly, I feel pain shoot through my abdomen. I groan, clutching my stomach.
Phil comes over to comfort me.
This one guard was taunting Phil, so I tackled him in anger, and I received a beating in return. I have bruises on my stomach, and a few cracked ribs.
They'll probably fix my ribs in a few days, but they want me to learn my lesson.
There are three major rules here.
The first rule is to know our place.
"I am property of the United States government. I put medical research before my own life. I will die for this cause."
We are forced to recite this every morning.
The second rule is we must take anything they do to us, no matter how much it hurts, and never complain.
Not that it matters, since they tie us in a chair or to a table.
And the third rule is to never attempt to escape. Ever.
If someone does try, they kill them. Either on the spot or they take them into a room and does who knows what to them before they are killed.
Some people have attempted, but have failed, miserably.
No one knows the US government like we do. They're monsters. And they'll do anything to get what they want.
When we don't give them the information they ask for, we get whipped.
I don't talk unless they threaten to hurt Phil. I have around twenty whip scars on my back that are still healing.
I do all I can to prevent Phil from getting hurt. But I can't do much. I can barely move I'm so weak. I wouldn't be surprised if all of this kills me soon.
Phil continues to comfort me, rubbing my raw back gently and whispering that it's going to be alright.
I begin to cry. I hate crying in front of Phil, I want him to think I'm strong, which I'm not. I can't protect him. I'm helpless.
Phil embraces me on the ice-cold floor, and we sit in silence as I continue to sob.
"We're going to escape, Dan. We're going to make it out alive, I promise." Phil whispers into my ear.
There are cameras on us 24/7, so if they hear that we're planning to escape, we're done for.
I nod my head, wiping my tears and struggling to sit up. He picks me up and carries me over to my bed. We both have lost a lot of weight, so I'm easy to pick up.
As I begin to fall asleep, I think about what Phil said about escaping.
If it comes down to Phil or me getting out of here, it's going to be Phil.
I have made a promise to myself that I will do anything to protect him, even if it means putting myself in danger.
He will make it out of here alive.
I'll make sure of it.
Hello peoples!
I'm going to try to link a song for you to listen to while reading for each chapter.
And happy new year! I can't believe it's 2018 already. Seems like just yesterday killer clowns were roaming around...
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Fanfiction**SEQUEL TO TALLIES AND SCARS // PHAN** *Spoilers in description if you haven't read the first book* The government has captured Dan and Phil and are planning to conduct dangerous experiments on them, even if it means their death. Will they be able...
