I looked around the Facility. It was bright that day, and everyone was still waking up. I usually slept in late, the perks of being in a room by yourself.
"Good morning, Executioner." The intercom blared into my room. "You're up early today."
"Couldn't sleep well last night." The bruises on my body seemed to be very sensitive the night before, and it caused me extreme pain every time I turned the wrong way.
"I see the medicine isn't working. I thought you would have healed by now."
The man speaking on the intercom was Xander. He was the man who ran most things in the Facility, the one who was turning all of us into his own personal army. He was also one of the men who's trust I had to gain to make sure I wouldn't be killed.
"No, I'm still bruised." I made my bed, and messed around with the pillows. My room was white, with a white bed, white dresser, white mirror, and connected to it was a white bathroom, with a white bathtub, white sink, and white toilet. But it wasn't a blinding white, like the ones you see in the hospitals. This was an off-white. Just to remind me that I was not in some hospital, like where I should have been. I think they chose the off white on purpose, just to give me a constant reminder.
"We're opening the door. Two guards will be there to take you to the testing rooms."
The testing rooms are where they used us as guinea pigs for their medicines. Some of the medicines benefited us, quickened our healing, made us stronger. Other ones...I don't like to think about those. One time, they gave this girl a new pill, and she scratched at her skin until they restrained her and gave her the antidote. Unfortunately, they didn't have the antidote on hand, so she had to wait two days until they gave it to her. They made me watch her to make sure she didn't get out of her restraints. I remember them handing me a needle. "A sedative, just in case." The man said, winking. I had a strong feeling it would do more than sedate her.
Xander and his right-hand man, Caesar, opened the door and let me walk out of the room before shutting and locked the door.
They let me to the bright room and strapped me into the chair. Xander, pulled out a needle with some strange blue liquid. Caesar held my arm out for Xander..
"Is this going to hurt?" I asked, looking at him. He gave me a smile that sent shivers up my spine the first time I saw it.
Xander. He had no last name, at least not one that I knew. I just knew that he was one of the guards with the most authority around there. The other guards listened to him, and the Master spoke to him directly. The Master spoke to none of the other guards. He gave Xander the instructions, and Xander passed them down to the other guards. Caesar, Xander's right hand man, wasn't as feared as Xander, but he definitely had some authority over the staff.
"Oh of course not, Exe. You know we would never hurt you." Xander kept his smile on his face, which only made me more nervous. I think Xander knew everyone was terrified of him.
When the needle went into my arm, I didn't tense up. I didn't have that reaction anymore. I was so used to being used as a human pincushion that needles were nothing more than little pokes to me.
My time in the Facility was mainly spent wondering if I was still human. I only had one purpose, to carry out the punishments from Xander. I suppose he thought that no one would think he was the bad guy if someone else was doing the punishments for him. I hated what I had to do to people, but if I didn't do it then I may have gotten killed myself, or something worse.
"This is going to be something that is gonna make things just a little...easier for you." Xander said.
"Easier? Is it going to kill me?" I whispered that last part, but he heard it. Laughing, he shook his head.
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Overdose
Science Fiction(TW for suicide, a torture scene, and SA) Struggling with mental illness is like fighting for your life, and for some teenagers, it literally became just that. After a suicide attempt, Yvonne Mcreary finds herself in a strange place. Not heaven or h...