Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

08. The Beginning Of The Trials

CHAPTER 8: The Beginning Of The Trials

When one trembles, whether in isolation, of fear and contempt. I felt beneath everything when I was moved. When I was grabbed-if I even remember that much with the lights shining a blinding light in my eyes and my head pounding as if an elephant stood on my neck.

I blinked.

One mere blink and the freezing silver table one would see at a morgue lies underneath me. My white uniform tainted with red as I blink. My vision impaired and my thoughts telling me to scream. I heard the faint scream, I thought it was someone else scared out of their mind-it wasn't. It was only me.

The silver-glinted, bitter salted tears stream down my cracked cheeks when I rip another agonising scream from my lips, there were three of them surrounding me, quarantined white suits on their blurring forms, "What are you doing to me?" I gasp at the sound of my voice, croaked and barely there, I sounded as broken as I felt when another piercing needle stabs into my spine.

The blinding light fades with another ear-piercing scream, blood curls from my lips as I gurgle and choke on it. Pain is all that shattered my insides when I jolted against the cuffs tied around my ankles and wrists, bound to the metal table.

"I BEG OF YOU!" I scream louder, harder.

"Be quiet, Candidate Eleven." I hear a masculine menace, a murmur that sounded like a pounding thunderstorm against my ears, but I would have preferred that without seeing the large silver needle wring out of my spine. A bucket is brought forward, the bile in my throat stopped straining until I almost lunge for it and vomit out the food I swore was stewing in my belly over the past week.

My eyes blurred when my arms are strapped back down, I hadn't even realised I was released from the straps, before metal cuffs crushed my wrists-in the most brutal of ways, I felt a strap cog over my head. I wriggled, tears crusting against my sunken cheekbones, "Please. You don't want to do this." I beg of the man above me, blue eyes and perhaps familiar, but when I saw the needle in his gloved.

"We need to know if these modifications are possible." He whispers down to me, levelling my arm as sweat drops down my hair when I feel the needle going in, it wasn't as painful as the cuts and the breaks, but that doesn't mean it didn't sting.

I don't know how many hours later before they stopped. Before the screams ripped apart my lungs and my DNA pulled it all back together. I didn't know what triggers were affiliated. I just knew that I was half conscious when two males, two guards dragged me down a flickering white hall. I don't recall how I was changed back into my clothes. I can't remember any visions. All the lights in and around me was deafening blinding to the point where I was crying without feeling.

I scream again when the room I thought had no doors opens with but one keycard, "P-Please-AH!" I roar from the tip of my tongue, gurgling down my oesophagus as I feel as though my writhing form should be dead, I should be a corpse after all of that.

BANG!

I was thrown to the carpet in my room, my empty room. The white, beige tint in its colouring is tainted with drops of blood down my nose as I stare with blurred vision. No bed, no mattress. No desk. No computers. No voices. Just silence as the light strengthens in the room.

I can't stand as I press my forehead to the carpet, "What is this?! WHAT IS THIS?!" I screech when I see a shadow in the corner, but I can't see anything more than a blur. It's dark and towering as I tremble where I sit on my hind legs, I crawl back into the wall.

"Get away from me!" I spit at the shadow that takes a seat in the middle of the room, the aura coming from it was suffocating as I stare at the blackness it was exerting. I breathe faster, hearing more, hearing each roar and scream of someone, or multiple someone's outside whatever the room was, I couldn't see a single one, but I could hear them.