Midnight Trauma

Prolouge

Nine years.

Nine.

That's how long it has been since Heather Thompson was quarantined in this confinement facility.

It's year Twenty thirty four. Technology has in fact, made dramatic(and somewhat traumatic) advancements.

She is, 29 years old,taken the year she was born,which meant she didn't really appreciate this. All of this. It's the exact reason why she's here.

Society deemed her a threat to the growing modern community, diagnosing her of paranoia and anxiety for simply not accepting the modernization,although it was the isolation that had really caused the mental instability. She did not like the idea of working man replaced by robots, because according to her, it disables mankind from providing a living for families, and devalues the beauty of the world and existence of humanity. However, being a law student,she was not affraid of robot invasions unlike the many forced into silence. She knew, deep down that humans are always the dominant species, that machines will always have flaws like anything man-made does. Her belief had led her into the Pandora's box she is in.

She never even saw the day that this would happen to the place she called home.

Home was now hell.

And Satan is the Ruler.

It was that usual time of day where the maintenance would shut the lights of the building. For many others, it meant sleep. To her though, it meant solace and comfort.

As darkness engulfed her cold,stoic features, she let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. Various thoughts clouded her whirlwind of a mind. As ironic as it may sound, thinking always helped relax her mind.

Meanwhile, footsteps and a series of loud thuds could be heard not so far away. It became louder, signaling their presence nearing. The commotion jolted Heather away from her thoughts, immediately annoyed. She merely cast her onyx orbs at the blast doors. She knew they were paddling towards her part of the chamber, as she heard faint footsteps and a hint of light could be seen. She also knew that they never interact with prisoners unless they are distributing food rations or visitations, but neither would make sense at this hour.

As a law student she never lost her sharp senses, even now. In fact, the lack of light only served to strengthen them. Even as a child, she already knew how to adjust her senses being exposed to the ever-changing world.

Heather's senses are what should've tiered her as a threat, though she'd never use them unnecessarily. In saying so, she senses they have very important business to be showing up now.

What she doesn't know is the purpose.

She glared at the doors as she waited patiently for them. Surely it couldn't be good, she thought. At this time of night?

While waiting a thought hit her as a sly smirk touched her lips.

As the guard made the final turn,she swiftly pivot her joints as to ease moving around the confinement.

The guard stalked towards her chamber door, expecting her to be resting as he turned the lock.

A swift roundhouse greeted the guard making him jump,heart racing, and unholstering the gloc, followed by a low, vicious chuckle. The guard sighed in relief, finally spotting her hunched low in the corner. He returned to his calm demeanor, mentally glaring daggers at Heather while holstering the gloc. "Thompson, please do behave yourself. I could've shot on the spot had I not seen you." He calmly scolded as she stood back up. This only fueled Heather. " Why are you here? Don't you think I'm a threat that needs to die?" she coldly hissed. The guard merely rolled his eyes."Just shut it, Thompson. I brought you a present anyway."

This caught her attention.

Heather inquired,brow slightly raised,"What is it?"

Only a smirk touched the mouth of the guard as a tall silhouette came approaching.