The Pride of Echelon 3

Dancing with Myself

"01 18 05 25 15 21 20 08 05 18 05."

She could hear someone call out to her from a distance. She couldn't make out what it was saying, but the voice was in a high pitch, like a females voice.

"25 15 21 01 18 05 18 05 03 05 09 22 09 14 07 20 08 05 14 21 13 02 05 18 19 14 15 23."

The voice was becoming more familiar now, it wasn't as muffled as before but she was still having difficulty understanding her.

"20 08 09 19 09 19 14 20 07 15 09 14 07 08 15 23 25 15 21 20 08 09 14 11 09 20 23 09 12 12 07 15."

The voice was now calling out to her. Clear as day. As if she was in the same room as her. It reminded her of an old ally. Someone she had lost.

"23 01 11 05 21 16."

"M1911?" Said Mini Uzi. "Is... is that you?"

The voices stopped. And she began to panic.

"1911!! Where did you go! Please come back!"

"Wake up." A soothing voice whispered in her ear.

"18 21 14."

"What?" Said Mini Uzi.

"I said wake up!"

And in an instant, Uzi was woken up by a sudden blow to the back her head. The pain from the strike rushed all over her body, trying her hardest to keep all of it in. Her vision had gotten blurry and she could barely see her surroundings, let alone her own captors. She could see lights all around her, with many of their own colors. Red, green, blue, and yellow. She could hear what sounds like machines going, like a fan or a computer running.

Uzi soon regained her vision, as she got a better look at her own situation. She was strapped to a metal chair, bounded by leather and wires going into her wrists. Her legs were also in the same predicament, being unable to move them as well. She looked above to see a single light bulb dangling above her, swaying back and forth.

"Good, she's awake." A voice said.

"Who said that? Where are you?" Said Mini Uzi.

"That is none of your own concern." Another voice said behind her. "That is for us to know, and for you to never ask again."

"Us?!" Mini Uzi said. "What do you mean us? Who are you guy, and what do you want from me?"

Instead of the unknown assailants answering her question, Mini Uzi got a quick rush of electricity surging throughout her entire body. She cried out in pain for the entire duration, for what's seemed like minutes upon minutes. Finally the voltage stopped, and she could finally catch her breath. She was still shaking from the physical abuse of the electricity.

"The pain is difficult, isn't it?" The voice said. "Maybe now you will think before you talk again!" The two voices then broke out in laughter

"Hahaha! Out of all the Dolls we could have found, why did we have to get this one?" Said the voice. "The brunette one would have been a more better choice!"

"She was the only one we could find, there were more resilient ones out there too, I agree. But we stuck with this one. So she will have to do. We have plenty more." The second voice said.

"25 15 21 1 18 5 14 15 20 19 1 6 5 8 5 18 5."

The voice, Mini Uzi could hear the voice again.

"M1911!! Please save me! Please!" Cried out Mini Uzi, as she struggled with all of her might to get out of the chair.

The unknown personnel noticed her action, and quickly commented on it.

"God, I know what you mean now!" The voice said. "This ones defective. Double the voltage."