Broken

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

The next few days consisted of many scientists poking and prodding at anything they could find. After creating a diagram of most of my body, they noticed all the tools that were located in my body.

"Wow, a scissor! And a can opener! And a butter knife!" One idiot says in awe, opening the compartments in my fingers. "And if you don't back off, one of these will be lodged in your throat," I growl. The scientist clears his throat and takes a step back. I feel a small surge of electricity, and then some being drained. I glance over at my wrist, and some idiot had the nerve to start charging a phone on my wrist. I slap whatever I could get close to. Luckily it was his face. He looks up, surprised and slightly annoyed. "Sorry! Had a little hand spasm there. Happens when morons use my outlet to play Fruit Ninja." He mumbles something unintelligible, and unplugs his charger.

I sigh, feeling very agitated and claustrophobic. With everyone fiddling with anything they could grasp on me, and the fact that I was bound to a chair, gave me a sense of rage that I didn't even know I had. "Alright, that's it, everyone out!" I demand, finally having enough of this.... what do they call it here again? Oh yeah...bullcrap.

The "scientists" look up from their work, obviously confused. "Sorry, miss," one of them says sheepishly. The others look towards him, so I'm guessing that he's the moronic ring leader. "But we have instructions to stay here until 1. We still have about 2 hours of research..." So that's what time it is...

"Yeah, well, the instructions changed. Get out or so help me God I will start screaming like a banshee. Not to mention I have several...defenses of mine." I unfurl my fingers that somehow clenched into a fist, the gleaming forks and knives dancing across their surface. They huddle together, deciding on a verdict, almost like the jury on these "court trials" I've heard so much about. Back in my world, the police officer escorts you to the Building of Justice, where a robot sucks in the affidavit like a vacuum cleaner and decides either GUILTY or NOT GUILTY. If you're guilty, community service depending on what you did. If you're not guilty, you're off the hook. Simple. These sound way more complicated.

The head scientist steps towards me. "Good day, miss," He bends down a little, almost like a small bow, and walks out the door. The other scientists follow in suit, giving me small bows and walking out the door in a straight line. I growl at the man holding the phone charger and he sheepishly darts out the door. I imagine them as little chicks, following their mother hen, all in a neat row. As the door shuts, I grin at the thought. Then I laugh. Then I cry. Then I sleep.

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