Chapter EIGHT

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*yayyyy, this is the awesome Mr Preistern/Robert (but in Harry Potter its Gilderoy Lockhart)*

Clementines POV:

"Geez, how many times are they gonna knock us out," i screech out, after I just woke up. I look around my surroundings and I'm in a mirror tube. Now this is freaky.

"Jayko, Jayko are you there!" I try and call out, but I don't think he's gonna hear me.

I was about to call out again but got interrupted by a really loud speaker, "Clementine, your finally awake. Oh, and Jayko won't hear you, the little room is sound proof,"

"Why am I hear!? What are you gonna do!?" I yelled out.

"Well, that's a very good question, and luckily I am going to tell you," he paused, "while you were sleeping, my friend, took a sample of you and Jaykos blood and saw that your 'special' so you don't get brainwashed, which sucks," he said.

"But why am I here!?" I questioned again.

"If you would let me finish I would tell you," he paused again, while I just stayed silent, "ok, because we don't have another machine thing to do the brainwashing, so were going to do it the old fashioned way," I heard him chuckle after that, then also heard a click of a button.

"What-what are you doing," I started to bang on the plastic mirrors, "let me out of here." Just to my luck, loud, screeching music started beaming in the tube rooms ceiling. I put my hands up to my ears to make it better. I couldn't take it, I thought I was going crazy.

I pulled my hands away from my ears and noticed blood on my hands, again I started banging on the walls, using all my energy I had left. But once again I was trapped, feeling hopeless, I gave up.

What felt like an eternity the blaring music stopped. And if you thought I was fine, your wrong. I felt worse, my head felt like it was about to pop off and there was an eternal beeping noise making me go insane. But, luckily I didn't get brainwashed, I think.

"Shit," I heard through the speaker. "Well, at least the other one got brainwashed," I gasp, he was talking about Jayko.

Suddenly a big and bulky man opened-what I thought was the wall-a door sized compartment. He grabbed me and literally dragged me out of the small room.

I quickly looked around my whereabouts and noticed that it was an all cement room, with two small tube rooms, that I was just in.

I eventually got up to my feet, now walking alongside the man. "Where are we going," I asked in an innocent voice. But he didn't reply.

I was about to get all angry and ask again, when we started walking down a cold stairway.

Once we reached the bottom it smelt like crap, and blood. But that wasn't even bad to how creepy and dark it was.

"Get in," the guard said, gesturing me to get in the barred cell.

I reluctantly walked in, to be honest I was expecting something smaller and more gross but it wasn't that bad, I'd rather be here than in the tube room.

The guard left not saying anything else. I waited a little bit, until I started getting scared and worried about Jayko, "Jayko! Are you in here," I called out to him. But he didn't answer.

That's when I heard shuffling, there was someone in the cell in front of mine. I started backing up as I saw a small figure walking towards the front of their cell, more to the light.

I strained my eyes to see if it was Jayko or another one of Roberts victims. The person stopped, only letting me see a tiny glimpse of them self. It was a little girl, about 5 years old. I couldn't see the girls face, as I moved more to the light so I could see her. The little girl started crying suddenly, then she came into the light. 

I gasped. "Zelda, is that you," she nodded quickly, now starting to stop her tears.

"I missed you so much Clemy."





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Oml, that was................................. something.

Ha, I hoped you like it, but first let me tell you that the little girl is something really close to Clementine. Just saying.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand as a matter of fact Jayko did brainwashed, imma just say.

Anywayyyyys avvedeci 👏🏼👋🏼

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