Angel's Devils

Chapter 8 (part 2)

“Jasmine Jones,” The soldier called down the light blue and white hallway. It very long and the lights lit it brightly. “J.J, hurry up!”

“I’m coming, hold your…” A girl, around sixteen years of age, tall with dark brown curls held up in a firm pony tail, large dark eyes with an evil hint, long eyelashes, teeth strangely white, slightly tanned skinned, appeared from the little curve of the hallway. Her blue jumpsuit hung on her, making her look slightly smaller.

The soldier examined her and then smirked, “Looks like you lost some weight, huh?” Jasmine eyed him dangerously and he let out a chuckle. “Not going to answer me? That’s fine.” The two walked down the hallway past many guards stationed at every large metal door. The soldier looked at Jasmine with a smile and he raised his gun and placed it at her temple.

“I’m going to shoot,” The soldier teased. However, Jasmine kept on looking ahead. “Aren’t you going to do something about it?” Jasmine looked at him and held up her handcuffed hands. “Right, I forgot you were helpless.” He gave her one last grin which she didn’t return. Then he lowered the gun and looked ahead. The large white door was coming nearer and he gulped nervously.

As the two reached the doors, a woman with a white thin coat appeared from behind the doors and opened them. She gave the soldier a nod, clearly telling him to leave. When Jasmine walked past the lady and into the room, she turned and gave him thumbs up. Then the woman gave him a disapproving look and closed the doors, leaving him staring at the doors.

Inside Jasmine was surprised to find another person accompanying her in the room. The room was quite large, filled with equipment such as first aid, surgery equipment, and other things she didn’t recognize. It was an exact replica of a hospital’s surgery room. Jasmine was used to it, every room that was set for testing were exactly alike. However, the usual empty bed that Jasmine always had the pleasure staring at from across the room was now taken by a mobilized body.

“Sit, I will be back,” The woman said with a clipped voice. She left through another door leaving Jasmine sitting in the cushiony chair listening to the beeping of the heart monitor attached to the body.

Few minutes passed and Jasmine’s curiosity claimed victorious. She stood up and slowly walked towards the bed. There lay a boy, older than her by a couple of years. His jumpsuit was opened at the torso, to reveal a heavily bandaged chest, and several taped tubes and devices attached on his torso. His eyes were closed and he looked very relaxed. One of his hands lay on top of his rising and falling stomach, the other was by his side. His blond hair was swept back, and Jasmine could see his eyeballs moving slightly behind his closed lids. A large clear cup was covering his mouth and nose, and it had a long tube attached to it and the other end was attached to small box thing. Jasmine didn’t know what it was and she had the urge to remove it from his face and see what happens. Her attention was caught by the large amount of tubes in his hands and arms. However, the one tube that led to a white sac caught Jasmine’s attention the most. She knew what it was, and she knew what she had to do. Quickly, she pulled the tube from his arm and dropped the sac and tube in the large black garbage box.

The boy’s arm jerked violently and his heart beat sped up causing Jasmine’s heart beat to speed up too from nervousness. In a split second she was back to her seat. She knew the sac contained the substances that are being injected into every prisoner daily. These substances cause changes to occur inside one’s body, causing them to change into a cold, strong, obeying and merciless monster. If one’s body rejected the substances or wasn’t strong enough to handle the them, they’ll turn into a hungry and violent cannibal for a couple of minutes, maybe hours maximum, and then their brain and heart will stop working, causing them to die on the spot. The prisoners who successfully turn will be sent to war as one of the best soldiers, they’ll remain fighting until they’re killed.