Peculiar (Under Editing)

~Chapter Five~

Days seemed to fly as we sat in there like vegetables. My brain was lost, distraught, in the wild thoughts clouding my brain. But as we sat, I noticed only Agatha was being pulled out for questioning. Every day I wondered what they were asking her.
There was one day when I started singing again.
"Lonely," I would sing, "I am so lonely. I have nobody to call my own!"
It was always when Agatha was gone. She would have broke her chains then and there just to come over there and shut me up.
Over those endless days, we talked about pasts, futures, and even relationships over the years. Some were sad, some happy, others were pitiful, or even maddening.
There was really nothing we could do in the cells, and our chains were only long enough to reach a shared toilet. So a couple times a day, I would get up and pace, just to keep my legs moving.
Agatha had been gone for a couple hours, or that's what I thought it was... and I had been alone. Barely anyone walked these halls. One thing I did enjoy was not seeing Jay. Although I pitied Agatha for having to.
Then, the cage doors creaked.
A stumbling Agatha stepped in, her face grim. After the guards let go, she turned to face me, still huddled on the ground.
"They want you this time." She told me.
Surprise sparked through my nerves. "What? Why today? Why now, after all this time?" 
I saw a tear glisten in Agatha's eyes. Sorrow ran deep in her like an ocean. "Because now they know who I am."
I was stunned. To stunned to speak, in fact. So, unconsciously, I let the guards lift me from my spot, the only comfort I had, and carry me, legs dragging, to wherever they were taking me. At first it was a relief to be out of the cage.
"Where are we going?" I asked one of the guards, knowing that he wouldn't answer.
And he didn't.
They dragged me down the hallways, passing several lab-coated faces. I didn't pay attention. My mind was elsewhere. All of them stared at me with suspicion and amazement. If this was the effect Agatha had left on them, then who was she? Who is she?
"Ah, Kas, my favorite." Jay's voice ringed from the end of the hallway. He was standing in the middle, with two doors on either side. One sign beside the right door read, "Control Room" and the other said, "Scanning Room."
Scanning room? Were they going to-
Oh... oh no no no no! They would figure it out! They would figure it all out! Then there would be no turning back. I started my last resort: nervous babbling.
"You don't want to scan me!" I exclaimed. "It's just a waste of energy!"
Jay laughed. "You think so?"
I nodded, smiling unconvincingly.
"Well, sorry to tell you that we disagree. Your nervous babbling does nothing to change these events. But after this, you will be returned to your cell, no matter the results."
Equally? The only equality concept this man could grasp is how he thinks himself equal to gods. And what does he mean by "no matter the results"? Does this have something to do with Agatha?
My intricate pupils widened. "What if I fail these little science labs of yours?"
I noticed that Jay had a change of mood. He does that now more than ever. Could this also be an effect of Agatha's reveal?
Jay clapped his fingers together, wrapping his fingers around on the opposite hand. "Well, fortunately for you, you will be released."
I stared at him. "And what if I pass? Did Agatha?"
Jay smiled, and let out a little sigh. "If you pass, then you remain in your cell." He finished with an icy glare. But he never answered my second question. I persisted on it.
"Did Agatha pass?" I repeated.
Jay released his hands from their entwined position. "That is classified."
I frowned, disappointment on my face. Jay gave a fake look of sympathy. After that he gave the familiar wave of his hands, making the guards move forward, in the double door doorway of the Scanning Room. 
"So," Jay said, "we will need you for the tests; it's not a waste of energy."
I started writhing, and pushing against the force of the guards. I loosened my grip of the one on the right, and gave a giant yank.
I ripped free of the right guard, and pulled my full body-weight behind me, almost yanking free of the left guard. But it was no use. The left guard only tightened his grip, yanking me backwards and causing me to lose my footing. I fell backwards, down to the floor. The right guard rushed forward to regain his position. He gripped my arm, and dragged me to my feet. I felt lost then, my last attempt to get free failed. My eyes dulled, and my gaze was stunned. I struggled to keep up as Jay led us into the Scanning Room.
Inside, there were multiple tables with equipment loaded on them. On the far wall there was a thick glass window, and on the other side a control room, completed with panels of blinking dials and big red buttons and giant levers.
In the middle of the room, one table, similar to a doctor's bed, lay before me. On the last wall held cabinets and two panels of controls. Inside panels that connected to the Control Room. On one panel there was a single lever; on the second were a bunch of sliding levers and a small section of little buttons. I imagined the big lever was to power the scanner. The sliding levers controlled the limit of power, and the buttons moved the scanner to a specific place.
"Welcome to the Scanning Room!" Jay announced.
Several other scientists working through papers on the tables looked up, others moving equipment put the items down, and looked at Jay. All of them held a respectful gaze. 
"If you guys would make sure everything is ready." Jay looked at another scientist. She was new.
She had a long, pointed face with straight blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Of course, Jay." She walked past us and across the hallway, to the control room.
Jay, originally not facing me, turned around.
"Have you met our new top scientist?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Why would I want to?"
Jay laughed again. "That woman who passed you, that's her."
When I didn't reply, Jay continued anyway.
"Her name is Savannah, Savannah Treach. After Agatha's betrayal," he said it bluntly, "she moved up to top position."
I still said nothing.
"I thought you would enjoy this," said Jay.
"Why?"
"Because it's buying you more time."
I frowned. He was right. How could I have missed that?
Jay leaned over. "Have you got everything?"
Savannah rushed in, almost stumbling into Jay.
"We have a problem," she said.
"What problem?" asked Jay.
"Some of the power controls are malfunctioning."
Jay cursed under his breath. He lowered his heat a little, thinking.
After a while, he sighed. Then pointed to me.
"Strap her up, and keep watch on her twenty-four seven!" Jay ordered.
Immediately, the guards pushed me forward. With my feet trying to get some sort of grip,and failing, they placed me in a sitting position on the edge of the strapping table. I yanked my arms around, but the guards had to too much of a grip on me. With effort, they pushed my chest down, and strapped down my wrists.  I kicked my feet, any attempt to prolong the inevitable.
By the time they did manage to strap both of my legs down, Jay was gone. I guessed that he went in with Savannah to fix the control room.
The guards stood back, but their eyes were still trained on me.
I laid back, breathing heavy. I turned to one of the guards.
"Can I take a shower?" I asked.
The guard did nothing.
"Please?" I asked again. "My hair is really oily."
Still, the guard did nothing.
"Are you guys part of the Queen's Guard? You're very good and keeping still. I almost would say you're a Cyberman, but I don't want to jinx myself, do I?" I asked.
The guard did nothing.
I nodded. "I concur, you are the Queen's Guard!"
I frowned, then turned back, straightening my head. How long would this take? Although, this was helping me, by buying me more time.
But what would I do when Jay gets back?
Talk. I could talk to him, that would buy more time. Monologuing. Always seems to work in the movies. 
But what about?
Michelle was done. She filed for divorce and left Jay and her son... I remembered Agatha's words.
Michelle? Could I talk about Michelle?
Not only would it buy me time, it would arouse Jay and cause him to leak information about his past. That could be used as a weapon. I smiled as plans formed inside my head.