Megalodon: King of the Ocean

Chapter 11

Before I even open my eyes I sense a presence in the room. My muscles tense as I open my eyes and see none other than Mr Lodon standing at the foot of the bed, reading through the notes on his clipboard. He seems to be unaware of my conscience state, or chooses to ignore it as I begin sitting up in the bed. 

I glance at my arms and see the bandages are gone, but the puncture on my skin are starting to scab. The puncture from those sharks teeth. I reach down and feel the similar wounds on my leg where I remember the shark had grabbed me.  As my mind starts taking me back to that horrific event I feel the covers being thrown off my body. I am immediately exposed to the cold air in the room and goosebumps form on my entire body. I glare at Mr Lodon with pure hatred. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" My pent up anger explodes all at once.

"If you want to kill me get it over and done with! Stop putting me through all this torture you psychopath! Ever since I met you my life has been turned into a living nightmare. What is all this bs about megalodon and legends and Princes??! Its all so fucked up. Let me go! Please." I break down crying at the end of my rant. The severity of the situation finally daunting on me. What am I even doing here?

"Tsk." 

That singular sound made me cease my crying and look up at him through my tear filled eyes.

He was smiling. 

SMILING.

"Oh boo hoo." He says intimidating me crying. 

"Oh life is so hard. Hmph." He fake pouts, moving around the bed to check my IV. 

"Megalodons exist. Hmph." Another fake pout. 

"Blue nursed me back to health and I think I have the luxury to rant to him about my life. Hmph." He rips the IV tube from my arm, causing me to scream and clutch my inner elbow. Tears begin streaming down my face again. Silent tears, expressing a new pain. 

"Listen hear Princess." He leans down to look right into my eyes, his face only a few inches from my own.

"I have zero intrest in your life and worries. Your useful to me, that is the ONLY reason why I haven't ripped your throat open myself." His eyes do a quick rake of my body, when they look back into my own, I see that his eyes are now fully black.

I lean back. 

"Dont think for one second I am concerned about your wellbeing or your emotional state. Keep that shit to yourself." He stands back up to his full height and my eyes follow his every move. 

"Now go get dressed and meet me at my lab in 20 minutes." 

He makes no movement from his current state of staring down at me, so I take the initiative and slide out of bed. I stand up next to him and feel his eyes track my every move. I exit the room and close the door behind myself. As i hear the door click I instantly relax, slightly.

I glance around the unfamiliar hallway and curse the crazy scientist again. Of course he wouldn't tell me how to get back to my room. I look behind me and see a number on the door "27". I glance down the long hallway and see all the doors numbered. I wonder how many rooms he has. I start walking down the hallway, letting the decreasing numbers guide me out. Once I am back in the familiar lab, i head up the elevator and make it to my room. 

Not knowing when I last showered I head straight for the bathroom. I wash off all the dried blood that was splattered on my body, and wash my hair thoroughly. The thought of him touching me when he was fixing my wounds makes me scrub my body harder, trying to get rid of any minuscule traces of his existence.