Runaway

Surgery

Author's Note:

It's the fifth chapter I owe you guys!

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Chapter 15:

The same routine followed in the next few hours: spillage of food, Damien telling me useless things that did nothing but help me prepare myself, and the prisoner tormenting Damien all through which I enjoyed in a weird sense of pleasure.

"It's time," said Damien at one point.

"For the operation?" I asked.

"Obviously. What else? Now get out of there before I hit you," said the prisoner.

I didn't want to come but I had to if I wanted to find out much more. Besides, I didn't know the place at all. They washed out my memory from remembering the surroundings.

"Hurry up!" the prisoner said charging to me, his hand in the air balled like a fist.

"Hey, Iris said that she would hurt anyone by all means if you lay a hand or so much as a hair strand on her," said Damien.

"If you weren't her favorite, I would have killed you by now."

"Exactly why you can't. Let's go and get this over with, Charlotte."

I didn't want to cause any other fuss so I quickly followed.

"Is Iris the one who slapped you?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Then how can you be sure that you're her favorite?"

"She took care of me since I was little. I've been with her the longest and know all the secrets of this place."

Something started to bang loudly in my brain. A scream wanted to escape my lips but I couldn't talk. I felt my hands go to my head to try to stop the pain.

"It's working! The one that Zedrick gave her is working! I'll call Iris," said the prisoner.

"Don't you dare."

"Got a soft spot on the subject?"

Spots were blurring my vision. I could see Damien curl his fists. I didn't care about the surgery that much anymore. All I wanted was to get rid of the pain.

The prisoner went running away and as soon as he did, Damien started saying something to me.

"This might hurt, but it'll help the pain."

He brought out an injection - something like what Zeke gave me but it was a darker shade - and injected my arm with it.

"It'll spread quickly. Just wait and you'll be fine."

"Why?" I managed to say.

"I need you to help me."

"In what?"

"Now, I can't say. Thee are cameras everywhere."

The prisoner came back with Iris, her face expectant with good results. She was a blond-haired woman with small frown marks spread across her face.

I stood up quickly before she could even get to me. My legs ached but I didn't want to give any clue as to what happened to me.

"Where is it?" she said, her voice full of command.

"It's done..... but, it should last longer. What did you traitor do?" said the prisoner grabbing the collar of Daimen's shirt.

"Enough!" she screamed.

The prisoner's eyes widened to as big as plates and dropped Damien. It was obvious that he was full of terror.

"Liar! You are the traitor!" she said as she screeched in the prisoner's face," Guards, bring him to the probe room."

"No, no! I'm sorry! Please don't! No! He should go! He's the traitor!" he said as he started to kneel and run away.

"Shoot."

It was too late. They shot him in the head. He fell and collapsed. Later, people came to discard the body and to throw it into the furnace.

"Delete his records and hack into the files. He was never here on Earth," she said as she faced me and Damien," Remember, that's what happens if you don't obey. Don't try anything silly," she said as she smiled and walked away.

During this whole time, Damien seemed unfazed by all of it.

"Let's go before anything else happens," he said grimly.

Iris left but there were still cameras around us. Damien later handcuffed me after all my fussing and trying to get away. He put a blindfold over my eyes so I couldn't see where the places were.

I was sure that all my chances to escape were gone.

He removed the blindfold then let me walk through a metal detector machine to see if I had any weapons with me. After that, he led me through a set of double doors covered by a bug metal gate. The metal gate could only be opened by a fingerprint scan of the exclusive people in the society and Damien was one of them.

I tried to get out of his firm grip when he tried to put me down and buckle me. As always, I failed.

They put a mask over my mouth and nose said that it was to help me breathe. They also injected anesthesia but I didn't sleep. I was completely awake the while time.

The first thing they did was to put me under a CAT scan to find out what was going on in my brain or what made me different from the others. As I tilted my head down, I could see Iris watching the whole thing, her lips twisted into a frown, and people frantically taking videos and taking down notes.

The CAT scan was done and Damien again, transferred me to the heart monitor where there was a big table and a kit of surgical tools.

They operated on me, getting my sample of blood, tissues, cells, and genes. Their reason for doing so was not said to me. It must be classified.

Later, they bandaged me up and told me, "All right! The surgery's done! Go to the pit and rest there. Don't worry because we added a bed for you. You have to get better quickly for the other operations to follow."

I silently mumbled to myself, complaining that there had to be other surgeries and that this wasn't the last.