I've Got Scars Too.

chapter eight

Haggar's grey nails slid down across my face. I jolted backwards, her presence made me want to puke. She lunged at me with her claw like fingers. Her hands were blades that pieced my skin. I felt my heart puncture and ooze out. My breath was taken away. I stood there for too long suffocating. She ripped her hand back to her and went to attack me again. I could breathe again, and I couldn't stop the scream.

"How was your nap?" She cooed. There was an eerie pitch laying beneath her voice, almost a mixture between relieved and disappointed I wasn't dead. What nap? I couldn't remember going to sleep? Come to think of it I can't remember much of anything.

I felt the hard metal beneath my spine, there were aches and bruises from it being twisted into unnatural positions. I didn't feel like I was asleep anytime in the recent past. I felt like someone poured a couple tons of cement on top of me, but that wasn't so out of the ordinary awakening in Haggars lab.

Shaking at the thought of what happened to me, how many bones did she break this time?

"Wake up" her voice turned deep, Zarkon. Something within me wasn't scared of him like I was Haggar. HE might be the devil, but SHE was my personal demon, sent to destroy every atom of my existence.

"Wake up" a softer voice called. I couldn't match the soothing voice to a face. My mind was still scrambled but the voice felt like safety. Every inch of my skin crawled towards the voice, away from my tormentors.

A flash of black and white filled my vision.

"Wake up, please. You have to wake up, you have to be okay." There was something deeper than sadness in the voice, regret? My nerves jumped, I wanted to wash everything away that was causing him to hurt. I had to stop him from the pain I was causing him.

Waking up was strange, it didn't feel like I was waking up but shifting my gaze. Everything felt fake, it felt wrong. I didn't feel pain? Was I dead? My eyes opened to a blue glass in my face. The healing pods? I was very confused. My heart was beationg, it felt like it was bruising my chest. No, no, no I was panicking, this isn't good. My breathing came in short uneven paces as my eyes fully adjusted to the new lighting. When they did I could see many eyes on me. The attention didn't help my attack.

I could feel the pod slowly release the door as I slid out. I could barely manage to keep myself upright. I was still exhausted from my dreams. Soft but sturdy arms found their way around me as my knees started to buckle.

I'm not the person that generally goes for physical attention but if it came to the person in front of me I could get used to this.

"Kyra..." I felt our weight shift as we slowly lowered to the ground. As if he could read my mind, I was soon engulfed by the arms around me. My face burned from my thoughts, and don't get me wrong they weren't dirty or anything, I just didn't get much positive affection in prison.

With everything inside me dreams feeling fake and wrong, this was the first thing that felt real, it felt secure, safe.

A/N: sorry I died... I will definitely try to post more updates soon