Storm.

Chapter 8

He still has his eyes blindfolded, someone guides him to sit on a chair and then they close the door. I look at Will, I can tell he's scared to. I make my best effort to move my chair as far as I can  from him but I fail, making a loud sound.

He smiles, but not a good kind of smile. The kind of smile that someone has when they've done something evil. I suddenly wonder, what if I looked inside his mind? Just a little peak, to see what is really happening with him. I close my eyes and focus.

"If I where you, I wouldn't do that." I open my eyes, surprised.

"What did you say?"

"If I where you, I wouldn't do that." What does he mean? He has his eyes covered, how does he know what I'm doing. And most importantly, how does he know what I do?

"Do what?" I ask still uncertain.

"Look inside of here" he points to his head. "You don't want to know what's in here." I get chills form the sound of his voice.

"How did you knew I was going to do that?" I say still confused.

"I've been asking around." He says calmly, "they warned me about you", a sudden urge to see his eyes invade me, but they must have them covered for something.

"They did?" Why am I surprised, of course they did.

"They did." I ignore the tone of his voice.

"How did you end up here?" I ask.

"Curious, huh? Are you always like this?" I don't know if I should take it as a compliment or as an offense.

"No, only when someone can know what I'm doing without seeing." I say a bit annoyed. Something about him doesn't feel right.

"I don't need my eyes to know that. I've been blinded for a long time. Besides, you don't know how much I would kill to see you." I get nervous. No one has ever talked to me like that.

"Why can't you?" I get a little closer.

"You know, some say I was born with the devil's gift. But don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." I look at Will, he's minding his own buissnes and Anne seems to be very concentrated into whatever she sees on the wall.

The devil's gift. What could be so terrible?

"Can't you take them off?" I say referimg to the blindfold. He moves his hands, chains make sound. I stand up and walk behind him. He's handcuffed.

"No, I can't. But maybe... you could." His face is facing the floor and his hair covers most of his face. But he has a very defined face. His jawline is strongly marked by the lighting in the room.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I say scared. When I do bad things, awful things happen to me. And I wouldn't want to take the risk.

"Yeah, it'll be fine, trust me." I sit in front of him again. I reach out my arms to his head and feel the knot of the blindfold. I debate in taking them off or not. What could be behind them? A dark secret? Or just eyes? It scares me to think of it.

"Olivia! What are you doing?" The door opens all of a sudden before I can do anything. I stand up and take a step back.

"I'm sorry...-I thought that..." I stumble to find the words. I look at him but he is smiling, again. Jack looks at me concerned.

"Didn't you tought that maybe they are covered for a reason?" Jack says frustrated.

"Yeah, but I..."

"You're lucky nobody saw you. And you stay away from her, she's dangerous, and so are you." He says to him. I still don't know his name.

"You come with me." He grabs my arm and leads me out.

"Goodbye Olivia." He says. Something about the way he says my name makes me feel some type of way. A different type of way.

#

These days have been the same, except for the new member of our amazing club that I still don't know the name of. He hasn't been to any diners, or recreation time. I think he went into experimentation today because he got back with a busted lip. I been scared to ask around. Because I don't know what I'm going to find out. I don't know if I wanna know what I'm living with.

I'm sitting in the corner, drawing as usual, when the light of my room turns red.

Oh no, please, no.

Two different guards lift me off the floor as if I didn't weight a thing. They drag me to the labs and tie me to the chair in the middle of the room. Please be kind today, please.

Dr. Weinster comes in with his usual crowd of nurses.

"With the arrival of our new guest, I almost forgot about you, little girl. I have so many fun things planed for us today. Wanna guess?" I look at him disgusted. Again, I realize I'm crying until a tear slides down my cheek. "Here's a hint"

A nurse hands him a cable, and it cracks from electricity.

Have you ever been in a nightmare where you just want to run, run as fast as you can, or even just move, but your feet won't let you. That's how I feel right now.

I move my hand making the cable touch Dr. Weinster. And I regret it inmidiatly. I close my eyes when I see him lift his hand. He punches me right in the eye.

"You shouldn't have done that." I cry, I cry for help. The cable touches my arm and I feel the elctricity run through my whole body. I open my eyes to see the purple flares.

One, two, three. I hear three machines crack when I shut my eyes close. I open my hands and the light turns off. I hear him laughing.

"Stop!" I shout. Nobody seems to listen.

"Turn the energy up 10%" Someone says. I can't even tell who. I just feel the pain. I always feel the physical pain. It's the only thing I can feel lately.

I scream and suddenly, it's over.

"That was one hell of a show!" Dr. Weinster says clapping. Everyone else follows up with applause and I try to catch my breath. My whole body hurts, I can't even feel my arms or legs. My eye hurts. Everything hurts.

I finally get untied and someone puts me in a wheelchair. I wanted to say something, but there wasn't strenght for any words.

The usual door with the name O. Storm opens and I get placed in my bed. I curl and cry, I cry for what feels like hours, even days. The lights get turned off anouncing that we have to sleep. But I can't stop crying. It's maybe the only thing I can do right. Cry.