I Dreamt of Hope

Chapter 12

"What the hell?" I yelled kinda in a shock.

Dr. Chuckled. "It's okay, it's hard to explain, but I need you to know something before he comes to get you, okay?" Realizing his tone was worried and scared I simply close my eyes and listened.

 "Hope, you are the most extraordinary one there is, you have to believe that to survive. Do you understand?"

 I don't know why, because I didn't know who I was but I started crying somehow believing that he was telling me the truth. "What- what am I?" I asked. 

"There is so much you need to know, but remember this, you need rest," he said.

 I listened, hearing footsteps coming. I knew it was not a good idea to let them know I was awake. 

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. I could tell he was standing right next to me, unplugging things.

"Unstraping her Dr? Is she sudated enough?" That same harsh awful tone I heard earlier had asked. 

"She needs her rest," The Dr said again.

 Why did he keep saying that? Why? 

"She won't be getting any not until we have what we need," he said. 

My arms where now unstrapped from the bed. I still couldn't move my left arm as it still felt numb.

 "What are you going to do with her?" He quickly demanded to know. 

"But what else for an escaped prisoner? Torture,"

 My heart raced no way was I going to be hurt again. Every inch of my body was yelling at me to do something because it couldn't take much more. I shot up, opened my eyes and yelled. 

"No!" As I tried to jump off the bed. I may be weak but I'm not going without a fight. I got to my feet and almost instantly stumbled grabbing onto the Dr. He caught me and helped me back up. 

"James," he whispered as he helped me face my opposite.

 The lights where cut, I was fighting in the dark. My hand still touching the Dr. At least I knew where he was, now... Now was the time to attack.

 "Hide!" I yelled pushing the Dr out of the way and raising my leg up for a spinning kick to sweep my surroundings. I raised my left arm up into a fight stance. You could hear several little 'pops' as I ripped stitches bringing it up to my chest. 

"That didn't sound good," the annoying voice said.

 "Neither will my fist in your face," I scored back at him. 

"I'll take that chance," he said. Then, nothing just silence I closed my eyes to hear him but all a sudden that beeping noise came out of nowhere. He put it on and the next thing I knew I was kneeling on the ground hands over my ears trying to focus, a needle stabbed my neck then I felt a cold hand touch it, they got down to my level and with a venomous whisper said.

 "Worthless." And the hand was removed then my body became dead weight and my head hit the floor once again.