Experimented on since birth

The Pit.

_nine years later_

Despite all my night terrors and sleep paralysis I still dream about that day. It is one of my better dreams. I still think about it even now because that was the day where the first signs of Martha's successful experiments showed. I hate her. I hate what they have made me. But most of all I hate what I could do to someone. After that day Martha has supplied me with enough drawing supplies that I could ever want. I guess she doesn't want me to choke anymore of her employees. When she brought me the supplies she seamed almost proud of what she had accomplished. All she could say was that "she was going to show them all that she isn't just some insignificant scientist with ambitious dreams. She says that she is going to make them all crumble when she is in control." Martha said to me, once, that she is going to be invincible with an army of soldiers like me on her side. The thought filled with dread. I may have been brought up by Globex but I don't agree with any of their ideas or any of their twisted intentions.

Well, that was nine years ago and I am still the only one. I am the only survivor of her hideous, inhumane trials. That is something Martha will never let me forget. She makes me train every morning, she says that one day I will need to put it to good use. It's relentless. We don't train outside of course because Martha doesn't allow me to even step foot outside of the compound. She said that when I was born she put a chip in my neck that she can control. Martha says that if I ever even think about leaving then she can flip a switch and make me be in so much pain that I will wish I was dead. I am sure that she is just saying that so I won't leave but I don't really want to find out. Sometimes during the day they allow me to draw. My landscapes aren't that good, after all I have never even seen the outside. When you are surrounded by white walls for most of your day it becomes tedious. Portraits are my favourite. I have drawn a Picture of each face I see, which isn't many. Eyes are my favourite thing to draw. They fascinate me. Each pair are completely unique, most people who I see around the compound either cover up their faces with masks or lather their faces with paint.( I think that I heard someone once call it make up once). I know each guard that comes into my room by their eyes. It comes in handy to know which ones will beat the crap out of you for just saying the wrong thing and which will just lightly hit you. The most patient one is the Green eyed guard beneath his full face mask his eyes always seams so sad. Whenever I dare to look into his eyes it is almost like he recognises someone in my face, I want to ask him but that will get me sent to the basement for a month. Martha's eyes are grey and cold, like her personality. I never draw myself. Perhaps it's because I don't have a mirror in my room- I got that taken away when I smashed it over one of the guards head. Or maybe it's because I don't want to even think about what I must look like. I remember back to when I had a mirror. It was only a couple months ago so I don't think that I have changed too much. My eyes are green with a hint of blue in them. They remaindered me of the forest that I saw in my dreams all those years ago. Even though I am only nineteen my eyes looked older. They looked tired. I have light brown hair that is all over the place. I don't really care about my appearance . It's not like anyone is going to make a comment, not to my face anyway. I have pale skin. It's either because of my parents or just because I don't get the right food. I have also never smelt fresh air. Or seen a running river. The one thing that I long for most is the sun on my face. I try not to think about it too much, I tell myself that you can't miss what you have never experienced. That's the only way I can get through it all. To lie to myself, it doesn't always make me feel better but it doesn't make me feel any worse.

During my training I am allowed to leave my room, it's one of the only three occasions when I can. One of the other two is when they take me to the Lab to put new drugs in me or to do more painful experiments. The other occasion is much worse, it is if I have done something wrong. And when I say wrong I don't mean 'bad' wrong, a few days ago I look at a guard in the eye and they dragged me out the room. I am taken to the basement where I am chained up and beaten repeatedly. The things that they do in the basement are too horrifying to talk about. When they have finished I am usually left barely holding onto my life. For my training I go down to the pit-the training area. Here I spar, run and then spar again. I am there for hours. Hal is a good fighter, he normally beats me but when my other side comes out I am the one who beats him. Control is something that I don't have when it comes to my other self. As I grow and become stronger so does he. Whenever I feel angry, scared, vulnerable or threatened he comes out. As soon as I feel the adrenaline course through my veins I know that it is all over for Hal or for anyone in my path. The only thing that can stop me is a shot by the Gong. A Gong is a weapon that Globex created that is able to knock me out. It's like an excruciatingly  painful tranquilizer.

As usual after I did my morning training I was sent to the Lab to get my drugs. I sat on the leather seat with my left arm outstretched. After the forth round of injections my mind started to wonder. I started to think about my eyes. Without even thinking I asked Dr Flint," What did my mother's eyes look like?" As soon the question left my mouth my hole body tensed up, preparing itself for the impact of a fist or a boot. But nothing came. I looked up at the doctor and saw that he was looking at something in the distance, he was remembering something. He took the needle out of my arm. Then he finally spoke, "Your mother had beautiful eyes. They were always so bright and full of hope even when she was locked in that call.." he suddenly seamed to realise what he had said because he quickly adverted his gaze and busied himself with a needle. "What?" I asked I could feel my pulse quickening. "What cell. What are you talking about? Was my mother a prisoner?" I had so many questions but he wouldn't answer a single one. "I was thinking about the wrong person, my mistake. Forget I said anything." Flint tried so hard to try and make me believe what he was saying but he must have forgotten that I can tell by his heart when he was lying. He was definitely lying. I felt the adrenaline flood my body. I jumped out of my chair and pushed him to the ground. "TELL ME ABOUT MY MOTHER!" My voice was more like a low snarl. panic radiated off of the man under my grasp. he called for help but i didn't here anyone coming. "WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY MOTHER?" i got my face close to his this made the man sweat. the lab door clicked open and i quickly turned my head. i felt the man beneath me reach for something. before i could snap his neck he injected the needle into my chest. i slammed the man into the wall and stood up. i began to feel groggy. my head was fuzzy and the Lab began to spin. i tried to find my balance against the chair but my hand slipped and i began to fall. the world began to stop as my head hit the floor. i slowly got to my knees. the guards were standing in front of me and i could hear them laughing. i reached for the closet ones legs. the pain in my chest made me catch my breath. the sound of the Gong was the last thing i heard before i lost consciousness.

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