Red Cure (on hold)

Part 12

We passed through the gate and the personnel moved out of the way when they saw my blood stained mouth and chin along with the wounded warriors limping and groaning in pain behind me as we walked. I could see them forming a healthy fear of me and I was glad. Fear could always be used in a place like this.

Once we exited the middle of the towering solid concrete wall and the sun was shining down on us once more we saw two chain linked fences that would serve well in the case of a prisoner escape. Because that’s what we were here, prisoners; and that didn’t set well with me.

They took us through the fences and then through the front yard until we reached the main doors. They pushed us inside even though I out up a little resistance. We went up to a counter and they leaned us forward so that my cheek was laying on the cold countertop.

“Take off the zip-ties.” The man behind the counter said. I could feel our caretaker’s hesitation.

“Yeah, take off the zip-ties.” I said in a taunting voice. If they wanted to remain unscathed they should definitely keep me tied up.

“Are you sure Doc?” One of them asked.

“Yes I’m sure; I can’t examine them with their hands tied up.” The guy said from behind me and a little to my left before he moved to stand in between me and Peter.

“Alright, it’s your call Doc.” The guy said. He came to me first and I waited until I felt my arms released before I slowly moved my arms forward and turned to look at the guards. They shouldn’t have made me so angry. I would get back at them somehow. I knew they could see it in my eyes as I crossed my arms and looked at them when they cut Peter’s zip-ties.

“What do you want with us?” Peter asked.

“You are going to give us more information on the disease that has been going around. We picked your body temperature up on our scanners outside of town and sent a team to retrieve you. If you hadn’t been so difficult they wouldn’t have had to be so rough you know.” He said as he flashed a light in my eyes. He then took our fingerprints, our weight, and then he took a blood and urine sample, because I love giving those, and then they stashed us a small room with two chairs facing a large mirror that took up the entire left wall.

After I stepped away from the door that slammed behind us I walked to the chairs that looked anything but comfortable. I turned them away from the mirror and sat down so that we could talk without prying eyes hearing or seeing our conversation.

“What do we do?” I asked under my breath so as not to be picked up by the speakers I was sure were in the room. I used the sleeve of my shirt to clean off the blood left on my face even though I knew I should have left it on for a scare tactic I couldn’t handle the thought of that guys blood all over my face anymore.

“I don’t know, but our fingerprints are bound to be in the system so there is no need to call me Roy anymore.” He said, his hand going to place on his head where they had hit him. I explored it a bit with gentle fingers but withdrew when he winced and sucked in breath. I tested to see if he had a concussion, having him follow my finger and covering then uncovering his eyes to make sure his pupils were reacting correctly to the light. I knew that the Doctor had already performed these tests but I wanted to be sure myself. I’m no expert but he seemed fine  and able to focus which made me feel better knowing that he was ok.

We were left in that room until the next day when the man who’s nose I almost bit off came in and an older man wearing a lab coat and glasses walked in behind him. I have never felt more like an animal than in that moment. I felt like growling at them from the place on the floor in the corner of the room we had been sleeping in when they entered.