Walls-A Levi x Reader Fic {Book One}

Ten - Return to Nightmares

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Your POV

  It was brighter than you remembered.
The fluorescent lights were almost blinding now. Before, they'd been a dull, flickering yellow of an illegally obtained building. Maybe they'd actually bought the damn thing. It'd be one of the few legal things they'd ever done. Your mind drifted back to your times before this-when you'd actually been free, up there in the real world, living amongst the townspeople and soldiers like you should've been. You couldn't, however, figure out how you'd ended up down here again. After all that clawing and building and desperately grasping for freedom, you'd gotten it-but only to have it cruelly ripped away.

   Normally you would've felt anger and a deep-seeded need to get out-to free yourself again. But they'd learned since you left how to better restrain a person. There were shackles on your wrists and ankles, a giant one around your waist, and-for added effect-one around your neck, too. The heavy steal kept you planted in that same old ugly blue patient's gown you remembered. You stared at your feet. They were fuzzy again, just like last time. They'd drugged you today, something they rarely ever did. It was a horrible foreshadowing to what was to come soon. Almost as if they'd heard you, heavy boots came your way, and the cage door swung open. You didn't fight as they pulled you from the floor, letting them drag you away as you let yourself hang limp. What was the point? Even if the scouts managed to get into the underground, they'd never find this place. If you hadn't been kept here, you never would've been able to point it out. Nevertheless, you were trapped, and no doubt they'd upped the security. You let your eyes hang as you turned down too-familiar hallways, the scent of medical-grade cleaner becoming stronger by the second.

   In another instant, you were taken into the very room you'd ran from all those years ago, the metal table glistening under the operating light that hung above it. A team of men in masks and labcoats came in, their evil glances sneaking over to you. Then, one man finally spoke.
"Let's continue where we left off, shall we?"

   In short, Lance Walker had never, for one second, stopped his research. He'd halted many, if not all, of his other projects trying to locate you. Then, when that was unsuccessful, he turned back to them, looking for new ways to torture you and get whatever it was that his insane mind was trying to obtain. You knew he was a madman. He was also, however, an unfortunately successful one. You'd seen what he could do, and it was terrifying. He'd grown a tail on an eight-year-old boy when you were first brought there. It was long and covered in scales like some sort of amphibian. You'd listened to him moan in pain at night as it grew, the unnatural appendage forcing demands on his overworked and malnourished body. It was no surprize to you that he didn't last long. In fact, you were glad for it. At least then he wasn't suffering. You, however, didn't know that you were his replacement.

   Now, you hung in you cell again, trying to forget the last few hours' events. About the absolute agony you were in, and how you were sure you heard someone laughing. It'd been then that you realized what they'd drugged you with-it was a mix of a light sedative and a paralyzer to keep you at bay while they filled your veins with whatever they pleased, meanwhile they made your back into what was now undoubtedly an unfollowable roadmap. When you were put back in your cell, they had very specific places to anchor your restraints. You were forced to face forward, you back away from the face of the cage, arms beside you, unable to reach back an undo their work. Meanwhile your legs were forced to kneel or sit, their functionality limited past that. It was like they'd flooded you with hopeless as well as the innumerable amount of whatever else was was in your system.