Broken Nightmare

Chapter 27

I felt the darkness more than anything. The endless sea of black was spread out before me, taunting me. My eyes opened slightly, but there was no difference in scenery—it was just dark. I tried to open my eyes more, but that did little to show me of my surroundings. I sat up, blindly reaching and touching anything I could that might give me a clue as to where I was.

A worn, ripped quilt and thin uncovered mattress lay beneath me, torn and full of holes. A patch was stiff with some sort of stain, but I couldn't tell of what due to the darkness. The mattress lay on nothing but the ground with nothing else beside it. I crawled off the thin padding and looked around the tiny concrete room. My hand roamed to the cracks and crevices in the room, trying to figure out an outline and frame of the room I was caged in.

"What's going on?" I whispered into the dark, hoping for some sort of answer. My whisper vibrated off the small walls and came bouncing to me, mocking my lack of knowledge.

The cement opened and light flooded in, blinding me momentarily. I placed my hands distantly from my face, trying to block out the light but still see what is happening. A couple of silhouettes blocked some light from view, getting bigger and bigger as they closed in on me.

Big, beefy hands enveloped my arms and yanked me up, dragging me to the door. I pushed myself to fight, to do something, but none of my limbs were obeying. My feet scraped the ground with defeat and my arms hung loosely at my sides. The two men roughly dragged my unresponsive body out of the room.

I closed my eyes at the stunning light from the hallway. Unlike the small room I was just in, these walls were as white as a hospital's. A sterile smell made its way up my nose and I cringed from the familiarity of it. If I ever got out of here, I was never going anywhere near a hospital again.

A big, deformed glass door at the end of the hallway stood in contrast to the solid metal doors lined against the wall. The men stopped, one releasing his bruising grasp as he punched numbers on a pad. A light above the handle flashed green and the door slid open. A single hospital bed lie in the middle of the room, various machines around it. A man in a white coat had his back to the door as the body guards picked me up again and shoved me into the room.

"Place her in the chair, then you two can go," he ordered. Before I knew what was happening, I was being dragged at an inhuman speed towards the bed. Straps boorishly encompassed my wrists and ankles, confining me to the bed.

My muscles finally responded and I tugged against my restraints, desperate to get out. My hands and feet were starting to tingle from the cut-off of circulation. Now all I wanted was to get the blood flowing again as I pulled on the tight straps.

The man in a white doctor coat turned around to face me. The hair on his head was thinning out from age and thick, wired glasses perched at the tip of his nose. Thick wrinkles on his forehead started going past his balding hairline, highlighting some frustration lines.

He smirked as he came closer to me, a scalpel prominent in his grasp. I tried to inch away from him, but my restraints held me down in place. "Let's figure out what makes you so different."

A big screen at the end of the room suddenly illuminated, showing a very angry Nathan. He thrashed and pounded against the door, screaming in protest. 'Nathan!' I mentally screamed, knowing there was something I had to hope in now.

He stopped abruptly as if I had actually yelled at him. Spinning around, he glared right at the camera. If looks could kill, Nathan would be able to take out the whole Russian army.