The Box

Chapter 5: Running

A tear. Sliding down Pandora's cheek was a single tear. Cullen brushed his thumb across her cheek seeming to wipe away her sorrow. Her blue eyes shaking with desire as she looked into his emerald green eyes. Those eyes in which she felt rage and anger to, now she felt greatful to then as those eyes belonged to the boss of those who saved her and care about her kind. Although she had only found out about her kind she felt obligated to do something for the other seekers as she now understood that she was the first and it was her fault at 'day one'. Even though she didn't quite understand what day one actually consisted of, she knew that this was her mistake to fix.

"Cullen... How can I fix this?" She asked calmly.

"Don't worry we have the perfect solution, we only need to do some tests, In which we will extract your DNA and kill the animalistic side of you using a virus" he explained briefly as she stared at him taking in every word. "This will take some time Pandora as we need the correct dose to only kill that side of you and not you entirely," Pandora understood what she must do.

"When do we start?" She asked eagerly wanting to be cured of the curse she had blesses upon her since 'day one'.

Cullen smiled at her with humorous eyes "You need to rest Pandora, I'll have Dr Kingsman, Julie, take you to your room," Pressing a button on his desk and a knock radiated the room. "Come in," his office door opened once again Julie stood waiting with a smile. Pandora dragged her feet away from Cullen, the soft sensation of the grey carpet stroking her feet. Reaching the exit Julie reached out her arm for Pandora to take. "Sleep well Pandora," Cullen called out finalising their acquaintance.

Latching onto Julie's arm Pandora was guided, twisted and turned until finally they reached a hallway with a glass sliding door at the end. Julie's arm had disappeared and Pandora was now alone stepping inside the room she marveled. The yellow painted walls had a white carpet to match and in the corner sat a double bed with a white wardrobe and dressing table opposite. Her room was situated on the second to top floor.

Layed on the bed was new fresh clothes for her. Stroking the silky fabric she lifted it. A light blue silk dress with shiny gold swirls embroidery mapping ever inch. Slowly she undressed and re-dressed. Looking in the mirror she saw a sight shed never seen before, her blonde hair hanging peacefully down her shoulders and her body full of colour no longer a single white tone. A smile crept upon her face and she felt changed internally and not just by appearance.

A knock on her glass door startled her and turning sharply she was stunned to see once again Cullen. She nodded to the door taking a seat on her bed. Cullen stepped into her room taking a deep breath, the room smelt of milk and honey and it seemed to totally take his breath away. Much like she did. He was entranced by Pandora and it was all too obvious to everyone except Pandora. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay? Got to your room safely?" He started nervously stroking the back of his neck.

Pandora nodded in response. There was a long pause of silence until "you can leave now" was heard throughout the room.

"Of course..." was all Cullen could manage to say. Standing slowly he turned and stepped once again through the glass door. Reaching the end if the hallway Cullen wondered to himself why he acted so strangely with Pandora. Her gifts really were captivating.

Pandora rested her head on her bed slowly her eyes closed as sleep took over her. The mattress was much better than the white floor she used to lay her head on. Sorrow filled her. She was free- yet somehow she felt an eternal presence, wishing only for her capture. All 23 years of her life that was the only way they could control her... by weakening her to submission in her captured state. It was overwhelming. Finally all thoughts stopped and her sleep became the only action within her room- no more thoughts bloomed in her mind.

Running. Chasing. Lights. Darkness. Pandora's feet pounded on the white floor beneath her. It was an endless path, she continued to run and never stopped to turn back. Her feet began to bleed. Blood splatters trailing behind her- stained red floors. Her blonde hair flapped in the wind like a bird free from danger. Pandora herself however was desperately running like a bird trying to escape a cage. Maybe she wasn't free. Tripping her tanned skin smashed against the floor beneath her. Finally standing she looked for the first time in the opposite direction... No longer looking forwards. She heard the same pounding of feet like before her own feet once made. Peering into the dark unknown she searched for what could be making the noise. Then appearing from the dark it came, Pandora gasped and tears of blood began to spill down her cheeks. Staring back at her she saw a hideous disheveled creature. Black eyes fixed her gaze. Blonde hair. Tanned skin slashed in scars. She couldn't believe it... It was... Pandora.

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