Unlike Loki

Chapter 3

(Loki)
I follow this woman down the long hallway. I find out her name is Dr. Ramirez. She keeps going on and on about something that I have no interest in. I fake my attention to her words, throwing in a few oohs and ahhs here and there.
But my main concern is to be looking around me. We turn left and I am bombarded with a longer hallway that, on each side, is covered in various windows, all sparkly clean, of course. As we walk, I turn my ears back on. Dr. Ramirez has now started to explain what goes on behind each window.
"This lab here," she points to the first window on our left, and stops in front of it. "runs the blood tests, and then tries experiments with the blood to see how it reacts." She looks at me and smiles, like this is the most interesting thing I could be looking at. I nod my head and then move on, forcing her to follow me.
I pass several windows that offer more boring experiments and data. I keep walking and then I stop and take a few steps back, something catching my eye.
"What is this one?" I say, not looking in the doctor's direction.
"Oh, this one?!" she says as if I've just given her a present. "This is where we take the subject, about once a week. We have it do some simple physical activities first, and then we try to have it deflect anything we throw at it." She bounces on the balls of her feet.
"It?" I look at the doctor and scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "Is it male or female?" I hold her gaze.
"Oh, well, um.." she stammers. "It's female."
"Then why call it it and not her?"
She looks at me, blushing. "Because. It's a monster. It's vicious and uncooperative. It's lethal and is a murderer." She stares into the room.
And even though I want to say more I simply say,"oh, makes sense then. My apologies." I look at my feet. I must keep this act up to get all the answers I need.
"Quite alright." She says smiling at me, and puts her hands in her lab coat.
I don't know exactly what's going on here. I've started to notice the other doctors looking strangely at me. Some look at me with worried expressions. As I observe closer, I notice that most of these people don't act very natural, but with watchful, agitated movements.
Something tells me that what ever is going on here is not quite alright.

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(Anna)

I have no windows in my tiny cell. Just shiny black walls. The only source of light I have comes from a faint lightbulb on the tall ceiling.
I hear a clock click and know that it is dinner time. They feed me like a dog here. I see the small door in the wall by the door swing in towards me and a plate dinner and a glass of water are put on the floor of my cell. The hand slips out, closing and locking the door.
I shouldn't say they feed me like a dog, but they sure as hell treat me like one. The plate is one of my usual meals. Mashed potatoes with white gravy, steamed vegetables, and a large piece of barbecued pork. I eat up, knowing that the food gives me strength. That's why they feed me what they do. I also eat it because I'm very hungry. I have to eat fast, knowing I have to give the plate and water back soon. And as much as it hurts to even lift a fork, I eat. I make sure to clean the plate. I learned my lesson a long time ago.
One time I didn't eat the food because I was hurt and mad. I had only taken a few bites. When I returned the plate, three guards rushed into my cell, held me down and forced me to eat the dinner that had been give to me. When the plate was empty, they proceeded to beat me to near death.
Needless to say, I eat my vegetables like a good little girl now.
As I finish my meal, I feel better and my body begins to heal.
I used to be able to heal any scrape, scratch, or wound in a matter of seconds. But they've done something to me. I don't know what and I don't know if I ever will. I stopped trying to figure all this out a long time ago.
I used to fight back, but that proved not to work when they took my abilities away. I used to try to make them feel guilty until I realized that they didn't care. I used to plead with them to stop, until I found that they enjoyed the sight of my weakness. I used to be rude and sarcastic until that got my mouth taped shut.
I used to do so many things.
Now, I only cry from the pain.