[ABANDONED] A Series of Oneshots

Attempt #14

I sprinted down the hallway. Where is it? Where is it! I tried to look at each door I passed, but that would mean slowing down.

The bracelet beeped rhythmically. I tried to keep time with it. I needed to get out of here. But where was the exit?

I gasped loudly. I had to slow down; I was way out of shape. I could see the plaques on the doors better. They were nondescript, reading things like B2 and C14. That didn't help.

I turned right at an intersection and passed a room marked ECT. I shuddered. Where am I? I stopped at another intersection of white hallways, still panting. The door in front of me wasn't marked.

The air conditioning blew cold air on my bare legs, and I shivered. I strained my ears, trying to hear approaching footsteps or wheels. Nothing.

I took a left and ran into a gas-masked freak holding a briefcase. Shit! I started to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me close. The briefcase dropped with a heavy clunk!.

"Let me go!" I screamed, and a gloved hand clamped over my mouth. I screamed and bit into the leather, but it held firm.

"Ah, there she is," a familiar voice said. I struggled against the hold, but it was no use. The Caretaker and a Helper pushing a wheelchair walked up to us. The Caretaker looked as bored as ever, and the Helper looked worried. You and me both.

"I am very sorry to have bothered you with this," the Caretaker said. "Unfortunately, D16 has proven to be rather flighty recently."

I felt the masked freak shrug, and he helped them sit me in the wheelchair and tightened the restraints on my wrists and ankles.

"Let me go!" I screamed and strained against the restraints. "I am not D16; my name is Tabby!"

"Do you happen to have something that can calm her down? She's been like this since she arrived a month or so ago." The masked man nodded and started rummaging through his briefcase.

"I swear, when Dad hears about this, he'll blow the place to smithereens!" I continued. "What are you doing? Don't touch me!"

The masked man poked at my arm. I saw the glint of a needle in his other hand. No, not again!

"Let me go, please," I started crying. I gasped as he dug the needle into my arm, then a numbness began to spread through my body.

"Shh, it's okay," the Helper rubbed my shoulder. I felt something being stuck on my arm. I could barely keep my eyes open, and any attempt to speak led to garbled nonsense.

"Thank you very much," the Caretaker's words came from very far away. "I'll make sure to let our leaders know of your help."

The Helper began to wheel me away, followed by the Caretaker, leaving the masked freak to pack his briefcase.