He slowly managed to gain control of his body, but by the time we began walking again, he was still extremely shakey.
"Welcome to Hell on Earth my loves" Charge says as we walked up the slight hill to the building covered in vines and other greens.
Dread loudly cracked his neck and knuckles. I made a face at the noise as more students filed onto the front lawn of the giant building that has since severely been neglected and in desperate need of a new foundation and the vegetation removed. I'm surprised the building hasn't gave way.
Gravel quietly began to crunch under the wheels of The Watching's trucks and we slowly managed to make a pathway instead of run and hide, because if you're found, you'll be killed. A Watcher on the back of the last truck looked at me; I looked at the reflection of his helmet's mask more than at him. I saw all of the faces surrounding me and nobody looked scared, nobody looked terrified for once. Everyone looked... numb almost.
"Does it seem weird that none of us are running and hiding this time?" I quietly asked Blu as The Watchers began putting supplies inside. She nodded as her eyebrows knitted together in wonder.
The Watchers slowly began pushing some students into the institution. I grabbed Blu's hand and Charge hooked her elbow around Dread's arm, secretly supporting his inebriated walk. I looked straight ahead but kept an eye on Dread and Charge in my peripherals. I heard a small squeak come from Charge when she was pulled forward roughly. I took a step in her direction but Blu pulled me back before I ended up with bruised ribs or a bullet lodged in my brain. There was no telling how merciful they were feeling today.
We all stayed quiet as we walked through the hallways that have been illuminated by only the sun for the past few years. The four of us managed to stay together and Dread's shaking calmed down significantly but his eyes have glazed over.
"Dread, don't look anyone in the eye. Even though they made it, they'll kill you before the drug itself will." I whispered to him. He didn't say a thing, just nodded enough for me to see and let out a low hum, a growl almost, in agreement. The only pro about Soot is that when blood is drawn, it doesn't show up.
They made us sit in the chairs in groups of four or five. I looked around the old library and saw The Watchers at every pillar, making it about ten, maybe twelve of them total. I knew that the rest had to be drinking with their individual company's men or hitting on the women knowing it was a day off for the non-selected few here.
The nurses had blank faces and didn't say a word when we sat down, just wrapped the latex band tightly around our upper forearm, just like the way we routinely did for Dread.
"What's that?" I asked when a male nurse rubbed a small, wet pad on a now visibly protruding vein. We've never done this for him.
"An alcohol swab, it sterilizes the the skin." His voice was softer and kinder than I had expected. It was warm and inviting, like my mother's was before Father's mind went to hell. All of the nurses, three male and two female I noticed, worked in time with each other like a metronome were to be in between their lungs instead of a working heart. I let out a slow breath as the shiny, metallic silver needle slide into my vein but everything in me froze time when I saw what came out.
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Fantasy"One day in 4th year, she got sick. I didn't know what she caught, but the beatings didn't end. It caused her to bruise easier and the bleeding took longer to stop. She grew pale and thin, her appetite weakened and one day when my father's strength...
