I was led into a large room full of both Serpents and resurrectees. I had no time to search for my brother as something hit me from behind. Being thrown against a wall, I heard a snap as my arm broke, but no cry of pain came. That was a waste of breath.
"We're going to make an example of you," a man growled, "This is what happens to those who escape!"
A boot came into contact with my head, and everything went black.
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"Good morning!" An overlly cheery voice brought me to my senses.
Looking around, I found myself in a white bed in a strange room. When I tried to sit up, my arm burned in protest and a headache threatened to overpower me.
"How are you?" The same voice asked. It was beginning to get annoying.
"Everywhere hurts."
"Good,"
Looking around for the speaker, my eyes met with a boy around my age's blue ones. He was tall, had a shaved head and cruel eyes. His arm was in a cast, and it only took a moment to recognize him as the bully I had had a fight with on my first day: Derek Baker.
"Y..You!"
He laughed, "Ah, you finally recognized me!"
"Bastard!" I spat, the words spitting like acid from my mouth.
"Easy Tiger," he said tiger so that it sound like Taiga, an evil smile forming on his face.
"Where is he?" I demanded, slamming my good hand onto the edge of the bed.
"He's fine," he laughed, "Just fine. Its not him you should be worried about anyway."
Lowering my gaze, dread built up. What was going to happen to me? I wished that Matt would hurry up.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, avoiding his previous statement. Something lit up in his eyes.
"This is my father's... Business, I suppose. When we discovered necromancy, he decided it was an unnatural process and that no one should get a second chance. Not when so many don't. So we decided to kill all you resurrectees by collecting you up and lowering your ability to heal via dehydration. Then we kill you! I found out about you being a resurrectee when we fought- your super healing and scars were the tip off!"
He laughed again, before shouting for someone to come. A tall man dressed in black appeared, smirking.
"Take him to solitary confinement. Wait no... Take him to the Standing Room," Derek ordered, and the man's smirk grew wider.
"Yes, master!" He bowed and forced me to my feet, hoisting me over his shoulder. Banging my good arm against his back, he growled and threw open a door and forced me in, before slamming it closed again, leaving me in pitch darkness.
"Let... Me... Out!" I stepped back, prepared to throw myself against the door, when I felt the wall behind me. Eyes widening, my hands flew out, only to find the walls around me were closer than I previously thought.
"Shit..."
I could barely move in the tiny room, and the name Standing Room came to mind. Trying to sit down, I cut myself on somthing sharp. Realisng that spikes covered the floor, a chill ran down my spine.
"Bastard!" I screamed, thumping my hands against the door, but no-one replyed.
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"Matt... Please hurry..." My voice rasped. My legs felt as if they would give way at any moment, and my throat stung from screaming and the lack of water. My only rest had been when I was taken to the toilet, but that had only been twice. I felt as if I.would just fall to the floor at any second, but willpower kept.me upright. Matt would be here soon. He had to come soon.
My legs gave way and my knees thudded into the spikes. Screaming in pain, I attempted to get back up, but I was impaled.
"Bastards!" I was screaming again, "We're only human! What have we ever done wrong?" In the darkness I could feel the blood seeping onto the floor, "It's not even like I was asked to be brought back! Please..." I was sobbing, the adrenaline fading and instead burning pain was spreading up my legs, "Please... let us leave!"
Footsteps interuppted my wailing, and I shrunk away from the door as it was opened. Harsh white light shone onto my face and I realised it was a torch.
"Oh my god..." someone breathed. I tried to look up at who it was, but the torch blinded me again.
"H...help..." I managed to croak out and the person before me snapped into action.
"Are you stuck?" I nodded, gulping. The person swore and reached out, before jolting me up in one motion.
My legs came free and I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn't. The world faded as I stumbled forwards, my legs no longer working. Looking up, I saw my saviour was dressed all in black, his face covered.
"Thank you...." My whisper was barely audible, just scratching the heavy atmosphere that hung in the air.
"Can you walk?" The man asked doubtfully, "Can you even stand?"
I tried to get up, but could barely move. He sighed, lifting me up over his shoulder.
"Who are you?" I whispered as the sound of his footsteps became a steady rythm. He didn't reply at first, before simply sayings, "A friend,"
Soon everything became fuzzy, darkness closing in on my eyes. As he felt me go slack against him, the man growled at me to stay awake, but that was far easier said than done.
Only one of my arms was working, and I used it to dig my nails into my skin. This pain was nothing compared to the agony-turned-dull-pain from my legs, but it kept me awake at least.
"Where are the others?" I asked, and he slowed.
"They are mostly out. A lot of them are barely alive, but they're out and on the way to your carer's house at least," He paused, glancing left and right, "We're nearly out. Just hang on a little longer,"
Nodding, I gripped into his skin. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my head and running down my face, though I felt freezing cold, even shaking a little. As we rounded another corner, the man stopped dead, swearing. I was facing backwards, but the sound of magazines being loaded into guns told me that he had ran straight into the enemy.
A single shot fired without a word being uttered and the form beneath me crumpled, sending me crashing to the floor. Biting back a scream of fury and agony, I heaved myself so that I was sitting. A single bullet hole stained his chest; it had killed him instantly. Looking up at the cold faces before me, I was met with a smirk.
"Leave him," One called, "Its not like he's going anywhere. He'll bleed to death soon enough,"
They all laughed before turning tail, their large boots clunking against the floor, leaving me to slump back against the floor, tears dripping down my face. I was so nearly free....
