Ch 19: The Greek Rooms

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"I'm sorry? Do I need to repeat myself?" I ask, giving them both a weird look.

Doctor Venol gives me a weird smirk and shifts her weight to one hip. "I was touching you because I could, Experiment. Remember your place." She says rather menacingly. Putting a largely disgusted emphasis on the word experiment. "And you're table filth, something created on the operation table. Are you that dense Experiment?"

My pride peeks her little head out and I puff my chest up a little bit, glad for my height. "No, I'm not that dense. I was asking because I had never heard that term before, ma'am." I put a disgusted note at the end of my sentence. "Don't think you've got the upper hand on me simply because you were created in a tube. And don't you dare lay your hands on me again, or I'll be sure your dainty little fingers wont be able to operate on another experiment ever." I return her smirk, making one of my canines grow. "Maybe even fuck up that pretty face of yours while I'm at it."

Yulta starts to say something as Doctor Venol gives me a look filled with disgust and anger, but Venol puts a hand up and gets close to me. Quickly grabbing under my tracer to pull me down to her level. "You touch me in any way as to harm me, and I'll make sure that lovely doctor of yours has you put into solitary. With no food and no water or a place to shit. Got me Experiment?" She lets go of my tracer and pushes me away. "Now run along, before I teach you your place."

I growl at her and almost raise a fist to pummel the shit out of her, but a warning bell in my head told me not to. "Fine." I growl out, turning around and heading for the door. Moving my head slightly before exiting. "You better watch your ass Doctor Venol, because I'll have it on a platter next time."

She smirks and makes a slight laughing sound as I push the door open and exit the lounge room. Making sure to slam it behind me. Once out I let a yell of agitation go and start stomping down the hall. Muttering angrily to myself about that damn woman and how haughty she acted. My blood boiling as I could still feel the womans condenscending eyes on my body. And then I stopped in the hall, letting my body relax and take a second to try and clear my head of Doctor Venol and her bullshit.

It doesn't matter that much and you know it Emmeline. Keep yourself calm, you have to be better than those that try and put you down.

I take a quick couple of deep breaths and clear my head of Doctor Venol, and switch to thinking about floors I haven't been to yet. Remembering I have the map in my waistband, I take it out and start to look at it. Making mental notes of the floors I've been to, and which ones I haven't. Then starting to continue down the hall towards the elevator. I wanted to start from the top, but those levels are restricted to me without Tyn present. And he wanted me to leave him alone for a bit, which I was plenty happy to do. So I started with the levels I could go to and slowly made my way down. Marking where the guards were with a pen I took from one of the nurses stations.

As I made it to the lower levels, I was very surprised by the fact that the kitchens weren't off limits. As most of the places in this facility I actually wanted to go to were. But I was able to peek into the kitchens and see the cooks. They were fairly nice in all honesty, and only kicked me out when I told them I was probably a better cook then them. But it was a joke and they pushed me out, laughing about it a little bit and inviting me to try and show off my cooking skills later on. It was quite fun in all honesty to do.

But... As I continued down, I landed on the last floor. And it gave me quite an ominous feeling, along with the feeling of dejavu. I couldn't quite get rid of it as I walked around in it. The floor was pretty big, and had a good couple of doors down each hall. Each with a roman numeral above the door, it was honestly kind of creepy. And it reminded me of the dream I had a good long time ago. At least it felt like a long time ago, but the words came fresh to my mind now. And I wondered exactly what was in these rooms that I needed to look out for.

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