Sakura G̩̓l̛̞̜͙̅̽ì̗̦́t͙̮̱̞̃̾͌̔c̝̬͈̄̔̅h͕̳͋͂̑ͅ || My OC's backstory

Chapter 4-

She took a look at the hallway towards the exit.  With a sigh she turned her back towards it and started walking towards the room of 'uncooperative subjects'.  She opened the door quietly hoping the nurses weren't there.  Once it was clear, she walked in and shut the door.

She looked through all the cells, almost certain she might find someone she knew.  She needed to find that man.  She had caught a glimpse of his face, laughing hysterically.  She had seen him many times before.  She just needed to get him on her side.

He was known to have powers to change living things into objects by just looking at them.  He had a unique mask over his eyes which stopped him from using his power.  They were experimenting on him and trying to find out how this was possible.  They thought of him as a psychopath and couldn't get any information out of him.

At least that's what she was told... err... what she heard from the guards outside her door.  They were the ones she listened to in her free time to keep her occupied.  She didn't have anything else.  No music.  No drawings supplies.  No books.  And definitely no devices.  What were any of those anyway?  All she asked the guards for was something to occupy her time.  They merely told her..

"There are no books.  No music or art supplies.  And you are not allowed to use any devices."

They expect her to understand anything they said?  She thought of herself as stupid and powerful.  She just couldn't wait to hear the pleading screams of the operator and 'Doctor Jones'.  He was the one who had tortured her.  He found pride in it. 

She knew he was only doing his job, but why didn't he go against it?  She was only an innocent young girl....

We'll, not until she would hear his screams echoing through the building. 

She learned that she was somewhere in Massachusetts.  She didn't know how she got here.  Was this where her home used to be?  Is this just a hospital?  No... they wouldn't call their patients 'subject xxx'.

That's not so professional.  Not unless she's in a testing facility like they had told her.  I guess we can say she was doubting them and herself.  She didn't even know who she was.

I'm pathetic.  She thought,  annoyed with herself.  That's when she found him, wearing a gas mask instead of an eye mask.  His eyes were open, a dull gray staring at her.  He let out a small groan which turned into a laugh quickly.  He laughed harder, tears brimming his dead eyes.  She heard that they used to be green.  What did they do to him?  Was it the gas?  She could see the color slowly drain from his skin.

"Don't.". He let out another burst of laughter causing the girl to pause.  "Don't open the door." He said taking a deep, quick inhale.  She opened the door anyway.  She could feel the chilling air hit her.  Why was it so cold?

Then the man scurried to the far corner, holding his knees.  His skin almost white now.  You could see his hair growing darker.  Black claimed the once blonde hair.  His eyes.... one continued to pale as the other went red.  Almost instantly she had regretted approaching him as she suddenly felt a pain in her stomach..

She looked at her arm from the corner of her eyes as she slowly turned into a mannequin.

That's when her eyesight got blurry.

"Stop... I... I want to help you."