Ominous Stranger

Two Continued

Hey guys, so it's been a while since I updated a chapter for this book and for that I do apologize. When life throws obstacles at you, it's hard to find time for yourself and your passions. I want to thank you for being patient and I promise that you won't be disappointed. Love you guys! 

the above picture I'm sure you can guess who it is - the one and only Lieutenant Stone! 

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Maybe I am better off dead. Maybe this is all for nothing and dying now would be a blessing in disguise. I've lost the will to fight, the will to go on and live. I've been secluded and tortured for so long, the thought of continuing is just madness. It's been too long since I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin, the breeze dancing with runaway strands of hair, and the grass in between my toes. I would give anything to feel that again... even if it meant giving up my life.

            I'm in their hands now. My life is in the hands of monsters, who could ultimately terminate my entire existence. Whether it was merciful or painful was on their terms, but even then, I wasn't allowed to cave under the constant deterioration of my mechanical buildup. I wasn't allowed to die.

            My legs felt invisible as they dragged me across the tile. My shoulders felt as though they were being pried from their sockets and my head hung low from the drugs they pushed through my veins just minutes before. Their footprints created vibratos along the walls, echoing and ever falling out of beat with one another as they trailed behind Lieutenant Stone. They kept conversation to a minimum up until we approached a pair of metal sliding doors, guarded by two more soldiers.

            "It has been brought to my attention that you are to spend forty eight hours in the enclosure," Stone says as he takes his pointer finger and thumb against my chin, forcing my head to rise. My head ached and pounded as I try and make eye contact with him. Once my eyes look passed the growing demeanor of his agenda, I can't help but let the weight of my broken soul take over, forcing me to crack against his touch a little bit more. "Let's hope you're not claustrophobic." 

            "I think... being claustro...phobic is the... least of my worries." I catch myself saying between each excruciating breath.

            I found myself already having trouble breathing. My lungs felt full with oxygen, but my body was drugged with poisons, that even the slightest inhale sent shocks all throughout my body. No matter how hard I try to hold my breath and keep myself breathing, my need to suck in just the smallest amount of air overtook all of my senses.

            My arms are being pulled out in front of me once again while my legs drag like useless appendages just waiting to fall off. The sound of the metal doors being open take my attention, because on the other side of that door, Hell seems a lot more humane. Once the doors were fully ajar, I couldn't help myself but stare into the room where nightmares began.

            The walls were white with tile that I have never seen before and where decorated with wires of shades of blue and red. Monitors lined the border to the room, each holding their own purpose when participating in tortuous acts. There were nurses and doctors making rounds around the room, either completing or starting their tasks. The noises, although faint, I swear I could feel my heart beat with every beep of the machines. But it didn't take long for my heart to come to a complete stop. In the center of the room, laid a glass case with tubes trailing inside of it. It was empty, but all I could do was wonder how many people suffered in there, or if I'm the only one who is to experience this. No one paid attention as we slowly trailed into the room. The temperature of the room immediately drops when the doors shut, locking us inside.

    An older women approaches us, her fingers folded perfectly around a clear portable tablet. Her hair was an onset gray and her skin had occasional wrinkles when she moved her face in a particular way. She had no identification, no name tag, which in my case is good, because I'm not given the option to identify her as a person. My chart is on display across the televisions for everyone to see as well as every little note she makes as she examines every dosage, every scar, and every detail that is present.

            Finally she averts her eyes from the tablet and speaks. "Forty eight hours is awfully long to be left in there, are you sure there isn't some sort of arrangement we can discuss?" 

            "Doctor Stein ordered for Cavia Porcellus 156 to remain in the enclosure for forty eight hours, nothing more and nothing less. I don't see any confusion, do you Professor?" Stone's voice was horse and fuming with revenge.

She shakes her head, "No, of course not. I justwant you to be aware that there can be irreversible side effects to the body."

"Perfect."He looks down at me, belittling me a little bit more with his eyes. "Maybe it will teach it a lesson."

The Lieutenant turns his back to the woman, wearing his grim smile that made my skin crawl, just as I think it did with anyone who was in his presence. He stood tall in his uniform, towering over everyone in the room, but not from height – power. His arms were crossed behind him and his legs were shoulder width apart, but that smile defined him whether he was standing tall or not. There was a flicker of white that escaped from his lips before gesturing me to come closer. "Don't do anything stupid, because I will find out."

I nod my head, not knowing what else there was to do. 

He nods his head as well to the other soldiers who held me by my shoulders and dragged me in here to leave. Stone starts for the door, but stops in his tracks, turning around to face me once more. He's no more than five feet from me when I feel a warmth of spit connect with my cheek and fall slowly down the corner of my lip. I want to wipe it away, but my hands were still claps from behind. He begins to walk towards me, closer and closer until his lips are pressed against my ear. "Let this be a warning. I'm done playing nice."

Then just like that, his fist collides with my abdomen and I fall to the floor trying to grasp as much air as I can back into my lungs. I hear him laugh 'pathetic' as he walks away, his footsteps slowly echoing and fading from existence.