Samarius sits in the chair opposite me, glaring.
“Did you need to project that much fire at me?” I ask as I squint my eyes. The fur coat from yesterday sits on my desk, strands singed from the aftermath of the machine. His expression hardens even more - if that’s possible. It’s true. I could’ve burnt to death, or suffered from critical third degree burns. If they were so determined to recognize whether I could with stand fire or not, could they not just put my hand over a fire? Or at least something of the kind.
“It was to my understanding you were testing my mentality, no?” I shove forward the glass tablet over the width of the desk towards Samarius. It halts to a stop just before his
“It’s not about that anymore Jane. You know that,” he growls, becoming incredibly agitated.
“Why are you acting so?” I ask, my frustration beginning to escalate. I tap the table repeatedly to try and vent my coiled up emotions that start to release again. This time I’ll try not to end up in the medical ward, though.
“Why are you even doing this? What use am I to you?” I continue. He slams his hands on the table and I wince at his sudden action. His head droops down to look at the table and he sighs. Something is obviously on his mind that he just can’t rid of. I know the feeling.
“Come with me,” he whispers, looking up in to me eyes. Confusion sets like stone in me and I reach for the tablet. My fingers have stopped tapping and my hearing becomes acute. Samarius is worrying me, and my senses become alert. I begin to doubt my trust with him. He could do anything any time and it dawns on me.
“Why?” I ask eventually.
“You aren’t stable. You’re not going to last long,” he says dully. “They don’t know what you could do, and we can’t risk that here. Jane …” he frowns and brings his hands up to his face only to rapidly turn them in to fists. He walks towards the wall and rests his hands on it, leaning forward towards its pristine white surface. His black suit provides great contrast to his surroundings, making it easy to see exactly what he’s doing. He fiddles with something inside his jacket pocket.
“Jane Jane Jane …” he whispers again, softer. I stand and walk towards him pressing my hand on his back and his shoulders instantly slump. I feel comfortable around him now. He and Caspar seem to be the only ones to trust in the entire asylum. His hug after the fire incident told me he cares for me more than I thought, but then again I brushed it off like it was nothing. I feel that I can trust Samarius, even if he does work for this organization. There’s just something about him.
“What about the other patients?” I question. Surely they would know about –
“Lobotomies. Footage doesn’t lie. We can’t afford for them to spread information on this place,” he utters. Taken aback by his words I step away from him.
“No …” I gulp as my mouth becomes dry. “You lied t-,”
“I said you weren’t receiving the procedure, I never mentioned the other patients,” he asserts. His eyes bring themselves up to mine, and we share a cold and disheartening stare. Any euphoria from my survival last week begins to evaporate.
“How much time do I have?” I say, the low tone in my voice matching the cold stare of my eyes. I feel the sweat running down my back and on to my fingers, dripping slowly on to the floor. Minutes pass in dead silence. The room feels stuffy and I long for the fresh air of the surrounding woods. I wait for a response.
“You’ve only been here for two weeks … That gives you … A week, maybe two,” I nod. So this is how I die.
“You’re too valuable to lose. Dying isn’t the option,” he states clearly, a hint evident in his words.
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A/04 - The Beginning
Teen Fiction- Is there really any control, if even our thoughts are being monitored? Jane, among others, is stolen and tested by a team of scientists to study human behaviour for those who aren't of the race themselves. A story of those who survived the apocaly...
