The Plague of the Immune

Chapter 10

Lydia:

I was cornered by those two men and the next thing I know, they pull out a device. With a click of a button, my mind rocked back and forth like a drill. I didn't remember falling on the floor or being dragged into the empty cell besides Adwin's. The noise died down and I was left in a curled heap on the floor.

"Fin better be happy now. This is the one he wanted since the start, the one watched by the doctor." One of the guards said as he took off his ski mask. Who was Fin?

"Yea, and the doctor is dead now too. We have free range." The other said. "Hear that Adwin, the docs dead!" Then I heard a pounding and quiet sigh beside me. I detached my hands from my ears and got the courage to stand and walk to the end of my cell by the bared door. The tall guard had a mess of brown, spiky hair, while the shorter one had a head of unruly, blonde.

"Super hearing." Blondie says when he noticed me standing and stareing. "Not lethal, don't understand why you needed those things." He points to my chains. "Plus, Adwin won't steal them after seeing the disadvantages, might as well get rid of her. Am I right Ad?" Blondie sends a snarky look in Adwin's direction.

"Don't call me that." I heard a low grumble next door. So much fury radiated from his being it was almost like I could see it through the walls. I could clearly see in my mind what it would look like from Adwin's perspective.

"What you say?" Spikes asked, his brown hair almost seemed to stand on end. Adwin didn't answer, he knew they heard him already. "Freaks don't talk!" He slammed the bars and walked towards me. I sensed the power he felt trying to intimidate us. The sense of control.

"What are you looking at Freckles?" Blondie remarked. His arrogant face came into view with a look I could have punched, repeatedly. The small smile that danced on his lips said enough of what he thought. He thought He had the control, the power.

"Just your ignorant faces." I said as sweetly as possible. Blondie turned bright red, I might as well start calling him tomato face now.

"Say it again." Spikes challenged. His hair swayed upward, on end. It made him way less intimating then he probably wanted to look like. My mouth started moving and I couldn't stop the words that spilled out a second later-

"Why waste my mouth on your impulsive, ignorant faces, when-" The bar doors were opened faster than I could register and when I stepped back, I tripped on my chain. The exact moment when a fist decided it wanted to meet my jaw. I fell back, bracing for the hit on the hard ground. But my ankles were jerked back forward when a foot fell on my chain. My head collided with the floor, my entire being shook at the force.

When I opened my eyes, a gun was on the side of my head. The cool metal on the right of my temple and the hot breath of a guard on my skin above. I looked to Blondie, his blue eyes pinned on mine. Just like both my arms were pinned to the sides of my head. His elbows jabbing into the thin flesh on my forearms.

"We don't ask for respect, we get it. One more time out of line, this trigger is pulled got it Loud Mouth?" I didn't nod. "Got it?" He spat. I didn't reply. I felt something fall on my shins, hard. I grunted in pain and looked Blondie straight in the the eye again. I heard the safety click off his gun. Another blow cracked on my shins. I let out a small scream. There was noise coming from another cell, but I couldnt think of anything else other then the pain.

I closed my eyes and nodded slowly.

"Say it!" His voice crackled in my ears, making me really want to hit something now.

"Got it." My voice came out clear, annoyed at least. The safety clicked back on and Blondie rose off me. Spikes was behind him with a black baton that had been smacked on my shins. The bar door closed again.