Two

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by dontletmefall99

by dontletmefall99

~Unknown POV~

"No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness." -Aristotle

I don't know where I am.

Its dark.

I'm in a bed.

No wait... I'm chained to a bed.

It appears to be midnight. I draw my conclusion from the sliver of moonlight streaming through a small window. It's very quiet... Too quiet... Wait, what's that sound? It's like... a crying child? I feel an urge to locate and help the distant, helpless being, but I remain bound to the bed.

Soon, another voice catches my attention. Another sobbing voice. This time, it's a older female. Perhaps the mother of the crying child? They are both in danger, and I am the only one who can help.

My frustration builds. I start to struggle against the chains that bound me. I jerked and wriggled viciously. I hear a snap and panic floods my mind. Did I break my wrist? No... The chains! They broke! I climb off the metal bed and my hands trace the wall in search of a light switch. Eventually, my fingers fumble with a cold switch and an overhead bulb flickers on, a dim yellow light filling the room. I slowly look around, allowing my eyes to take it all in. I had made the assumption that the room was small, but I was wrong. It was actually rather large. My bed was the close to the light switch and the door.

There were twelve other beds, each adorned with a body... a dead body. I wish I could have helped them... Next to each bed, including mine, stood a desk covered with bloody surgical equipment. "What the hell is going on..." I breathed shakily. I feel an overwhelming urge to run, right out of this room and away from whatever this building is, but I hear them again. The sobbing voices.

I quickly turn around to the door and throw it open with new found motivation. The cries come from the end of a long corridor. At the end, I find myself standing before a large, lone door. I hear a muffled conversation.

"Where is Experiment Seven?" A deep British voice queried.

Experiment 7? What?

I enter the to see two burley men standing over another two figures. One is a taller woman, with sunken features and long, straw-like hair. The other is - as I thought - a child. Both victims were strapped to chairs. The large men look at me, offering smug smiles.

"Mommy," says the smaller figure, "Are we going to die?" The boy is probably no more than six years of age. He looks deadly sick and far from clean. The sight struck a chord in my heart. I move closer, keeping an eye on the men standing near them. The woman appears to be in the same condition as the boy, maybe even worse.

"Logan, calm down, sweetheart. Everything will be fine, just be quiet," says the women, putting on a flawed act of confidence. One of the large men strike her cheek, shouting at her to remain quiet. The other pulls out a gun and, almost as if teasing us, presses the barrel to the boys temple. Logan's lips begin to tremble again.

"Stop! Can't you see they're scared? Let them go, or else..." I warn the men.

"How about you save them, Experiment Seven? " One of the goons taunts.

That was all it took. I quickly fly into action and attack the man closest to me. Suddenly, a piercing sensation in my neck takes place, and I feel an unknown liquid flow into my bloodstream. Almost instantly, my arms and legs grow weaker and weaker until my body slumps to the cold, concrete ground.

"The woman is no longer needed. Kill her and take the boy. He'll be emitted to the hospital. Experiment Seven is the one we need." A new and unfamiliar voice rings out.

A gun shot echoes in my ears along with the cries of the little boy, but they soon fade away, along with my vision. Finally, I lose consciousness.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for waiting. I'm sorry its been so long. I've been going through a lot lately and haven't been able to write. I promise I'm going to write more.

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