Blood Shed

Chapter 3 - Levana

I looked behind me and saw a man in a lab coat pull a switch dangling from the web-strewn roof. Pistons roared, and metal clattered against metal. The large door in front of us screeched open, stone and dust spilling from all over the doors and walls. I was pushed forward down onto my face, not being able to use my hands to pillow the fall. My nose smashed into the cold ground snapping. I cringed in pain and felt warm liquid dribble out of my nose. Dark red blood splattered onto the ground below me, and I climbed up off the ground. The metal around me mirrored my look. Scars were split open, blood gushing out of the torn wounds; blood dribbled from my nose, small cuts were on my swollen lips and gashes were splattered all over my forehead. The worst part of all was my hair. It was a big static mess! My fringe was sitting on my forehead stained crimson red. I gaped at the picture in front of me as the guards behind me giggled uncontrollably. I whipped around to face them and punched the one in front of me in the nose. I heard cracking sounds with the punch, and gooey red liquid covered my fists. No one tried to stop me in shock as I went on in rage continuing to kick, throw and punch all the guards. I turned to the last guard who had a smug smile. I glared at him with all my force for many minutes. Maybe it was minutes; perhaps it was a few seconds, it could have even been hours. Finally, he turned away, counted the guards and pulled out a clipboard and pen. He wrote something down quickly and then grabbed my arms. Pulled along the hallway, I didn't dare to fight back. I knew he was smart and he had me gripped tightly. Might as well not make this worse for me.

We walked so far; I kept tripping over myself and gagging from the blood in my mouth. A large metal door finally stood in front of us, blue light glowing from inside. The guard in front of me opened the door and pushed me inside. The only contents of the room were a wooden chair, a lever, and a bed lying in the middle of the room. I was led towards the bed slowly.

"Lie down." The hoarse voice came from directly behind me.

I walked up close to the bed and collapsed onto it. Metal bands clamped my hands and feet down. I couldn't move around, I was stuck, with no way out. I looked over to my right and saw someone in a lab coat walk over to a lever stuck on the wall. He reached his hand up and gripped the top of the bar. He pulled and pulled, but it only budged a little. He stretched out with his other hand and pulled down on the lever. It still didn't shift. The guards chuckled under their breath, all except one. With his angry expression, he held his palm in the air, and everyone shut up. Each guard lined up perfectly with the same stance in a matter of seconds. The tall, bulky man who looked like the leader walked over to the man in the coat. His palm struck out and connected to the chest of the man in the lab coat. This man was small and skinny, probably light weighted. He was quickly pushed back all the way across the room into the wall. I heard a snapping sound as the man crumpled to the ground lifeless leaning against the wall. I grimaced quietly, cringing as much as I could while strapped to the bed. The sizeable bulky man used one hand to push the lever down completely. The metal bands around me became extremely hot. They burned at my skin, melting away the already chapped and dirty skin. I screamed as loud as I could, tears welling up in my eyes. I thrashed around pain shooting through my entire body. There was charred flesh near the burns. I could only imagine what it looked like underneath. I beat and thrashed, screaming like I never had before. The pain was shooting through me everywhere, I felt so weak and fragile. My skin was still burning, melting away. As I thrashed my clothes ripped even more and the blood from the open wounds, spreading all over my wrists. I kept screaming and crying, the pain too much for me to bear. This is how I die.