I don't think I need any disclaimers except for using the words "The School" in one sentence. Yeah.
Umm. This is my first fic, will be romancy, and fun! Please Review!! If you have any questions, just message me. I know, I know this has nothing to do with MR... YET!!!! It will, soon, so keep reading as I add chapters!!Thanks, Scarrlett Fang Limit the First!----------------------------------------------------------
MinutesdaysweeksmonthYEARS.Minutes. I would shiver from the cold, why is it they gave me a blanket only on the days it was hot? Days. I would eat nothing they pushed through the bars of my cage. Weeks. The needles got longer. Months. They left me with no hope. Years. I spoke no words.
I was fourteen, maybe, when they took me away. From home, they dragged me by my arms, while I had kicked and swung my arms violently. The memory is blurry in my mind, really, I'm not sure if it happened or not, but it's all I've got. There's only one thing that I remember for sure, the look they gave me. My parents. They stood there at the doorstep, with such a look on their faces that stumped me. I would think about it now, years and years later, wondering what they were thinking, it was the only thing keeping me sane. If I didn't have that to think about, I would probably go completely OUT-of-CONTROL.
Cold, silver bars hung around me. Yes, a cage. A cage about the size of your room. And there was another one next to mine. And another next to that one. I'm not sure how far they kept going, but it seemed endless to me. I honestly didn't see any point in having so many cages, I was the only tenant in this torture session.
Area 51, The School, whatever you want to call it. This place was, as I just stated, a torture session. You're probably thinking that means I hate it, right? Well, I do, but I'm serious, this is a torture session, and there are no signs of class being dismissed anytime soon.
All I know is that I am not me anymore. My current age could still be 14 for all I know. I have not seen the sun rise over the horizon for what seemed like a lifetime. I assumed that I was approximately 19. I'm not sure what I looked like anymore, the only things that I was positive about were that I was a brunette with medium hair length, dark chocolate eyes, peach skin, and I was vertically challenged at a height around 5 feet and a half.
So what did I do to pass the time, sitting there in my cage for years, with no signs of outside life… ever? I drew. With what? My claws. That's right, I said it, claws. I told you, I am not me anymore.
My claws protruded out of my paws, coming off of my furry legs, connected to my furry body, and my furry tail, and my furry red ears, with white tips, and a white muzzle. I had been inserted with fox DNA days after they had taken me to the lab. It was painful, gruesome, and lonely. Believe it or not, it hurt more than you can imagine, and I was left alone in my cage, to cope with the searing pains by myself.
By now, I was pretty used to it, being able to morph back into a human, looking perfectly normal, and then looking not normal at all by morphing into a fox again.
I spent my days clawing pictures onto the back wall of my cell, the sides, front and top were bars, so I couldn't draw on those. Soon, I found myself running out of space on the wall, so I started on ground, and now that was running out too.
I dreamed a lot too, like day-dreaming, you know? For example, I'd dream of the outside world, and what kind of wonders might have developed out there. Probably something being used to test on me, I smirked as I thought to myself.
I am an animal. According to them, at least, and I guess I really am an animal. Those guys that wear white coats, I don't really call them anything, but I do tend to name them. There was this one guy who actually tried being honest with me, he told me how abject my life was, and I was a piece of trash, and other stuff like that. After I was done with him, he had a broken arm and three broken ribs, don't even ask how I did that through the bars of my jail-like cell. I called him Professor Smart Aleck. Then there was another one, he brought in my food everyday. I nick-named him Doctor Flinch. He would slide my food into the cage, and every time he did, I would growl at him, and he'd flinch, running out of the room ASAP. Furthermore, there was Mister Hulk, need I say more?
Finally, there was Buttface. Out of them all, I hated him the most. Jeez, he took the "rebel" right out of me. He took me everywhere when I was to be tested, and he'd smirk as he injected me with something that would result with me being tied to a hospital bed in the lab for weeks. Yeah, they'd test me, like I said, this is a lab. Probably an illegal lab, if you ask me. I have no idea what they wanted from me, well, besides to know how long I could run on a treadmill before I fell from exhaustion, and other such things. What I mean is that I have no idea what they'd need such data for.
All of a sudden, I heard shouting. But no alarm went off, darn, my imaginary prince isn't coming to save me after all. Instead I was met by the antisept[icky smell of Buttface walking into the room of cages, dragging behind him, a boy, who was screaming and stru-
Wait, no, was I imagining stuff? Was Buttface really bringing someone else to torture into the school? I was overwhelmed with feelings of joy and pity. Joy, because now I could share my pain with another human being. And pity, because they too, would have to suffer, what I had to go through.
The boy looked about my age, with messy, or shaggy, light brown hair, looked extremely tall, maybe 6' 3". He had beautiful blue eyes that he quickly shut tight, much to my dismay, as Buttface threw him into the cage, locking it afterwards.
I was about to rush to the wall of bars that our cages shared, but found myself already there. Simply staring with a soft look at the stranger, I waited for him to slowly open his eyes and look at his surroundings. That's exactly what I had done when I first appeared here, but I was younger, so I had been screaming bloody murder the whole time. Luckily, he wasn't.
Upon first eye contact, his breathing slowed, and he calmed down, I guess he was just relieved that I wasn't morphing into a huge monster, or something. He looked like he had seen a ghost, he was as pale as the indifferent, white walls (which were peeling and needed to be replaced.), and skinny as a toothpick.
Picking himself up, he pulled himself over towards me, and soon we were standing face to face. For a while, we stared at each other, taking in the presence of the other, as if we had been secluded from the outside world for years… Wait a second, that sounded familiar. But he wasn't, so why did he look like the life had been drained out of him? Even his millions of freckles looked pale.
"What's your name?" He asked, as he put his hand on his side of the cold bars, and I put mine on his, on my side of the bars, kind of like Tarzan and Jane, just through bars… it's actually almost nothing like Tarzan and Jane , given our circumstances. "Come on, tell me your name," he repeated, giving me a look of complete and utter pity. Why in the world was he looking at me like that?
"My name-" I cut myself short, my face fell from being a fifth of a smile to a blank expression. What's my name? Omigod. Do not tell me I have forgotten my name. I was so used to being called a worthless piece of junk or trash by the scientists, especially Professor Smart Aleck. The boy gave me a reassuring look that seemed to say, it's ok, you can tell me.
Aww, well forget this, I gotta give the boy something. "Scarrlett. S-c-a-r-r-l-e-t-t, that's my name," I explained, without him noticing at all how I was completely lying. Scarrlett, jeez, why not express your life all in your name? I thought to myself, realizing that Scarlet is the color of blood, and that blood relates a lot to me, catch my drift?
With his mouth open, the guy stood there obviously trying to figure out if there was any connection between my "name" and the fact that I had bright red freckles, a bright red t-shirt with an Anberlin logo, dark blue skinny jeans, and red socks. Oh no, he's gonna drool... here it comes!
"What about you?" I quickly pushed the words out of my mouth, attempting to save the guy from losing his dignity, and drooling all over his cell floor.
"Brennan," he replied. And he smiled, just a little bit, for perhaps a third of a second, causing me to melt. That smile… it clicked. I'd seen itbefore.Pshttt. Yeah, right, in my dreams. But that wasn't really possible, unfortunately, my nights were no longer welcomed with dreams, but were haunted by nightmares.
He looked at me once more, to ask a question, he seemed to be teeming with them, I don't blame him. At all. Next, I was expecting a question having to do with what he was doing here, what the scientists wanted from him, something having to do with this underground place that was for Tom Cruise knows what, as far as he knew, a terrorist base or something. But shock overcame me as he asked something totally unexpected.
"What's up with all the scars on your face?" My stomach lurched as my hand flew towards my face. What scars? He's just kidding, I look fine! No, what? My mind went into overdrive as I felt around my face feeling nothing, and Brennan's face stayed straight, until he realized what was happening.
"What scars?" I breathed, continuing to search my face, not feeling anything, but knowing that this was no joke.
I hadn't seen a mirror in years. I mean come on, I hadn't seen the color blue for years, except for now in Brennan's captivating eyes, and you expect me to have seen myself in a mirror? A new wave of panic came over me as I saw my reflection, in the dog tag that Brennan was wearing, for the first time- well not ever, but the first time that I remember. Scars weaved around my face. I even had stitches on what seemed like a scratch caused by a claw that was dragged down my face, from above my left eyebrow, down to the middle of my cheek.
For just a millisecond, my eyes tried to focus on the words that were carved into the dog tag, reflecting light. But I couldn't get it, and then my mind continued to freak. What are these scars?! I'm going to kill Buttface next time I see him! It's probably all his fault! Anger and sadness surged up in me. By now I hope you've concluded that looks are definitely not what I care for most. The reason I was having a complete breakdown was because if I ever, keyword: ever, got out of this place, and somehow, crazily enough, managed to live a normal life, I would never, ever forget the torture I had gone through here, because these scars would be there to remind me.
Thoughts were running through my head at the speed o- whatever the fastest speed is that thoughts can run through your mind, when I finally realized that I had pushed away from the metal bars, and I was on the other side of my cage, far away from Brennan, sobbing, on the floor. Right about then, I probably looked as stupid as they get.
Being dragged by a big guy in a white coat isn't the most fun thing to have happen to you. Really.
I was at home sitting in my black leather executive chair. That's when they stormed into the house. They were like animals mixed with humans, deranged and mutated. I had shot up out of my chair, asking what was going on, more calm than I had expected myself to be, but two guys, if they were guys, which seemed to be morphed halfway into bulls, grabbed me by the arms, pulling me by the arms a little too quickly. That's going hurt in the morning, I had thought, not really surprising myself that I wasn't freaking out while I was being dragged to who knows where, and I soon found myself watching this girl, Scarrlett, pouring her eyes out on the floor, after I had said only 13 complete words to her.
A lot of things had happened lately, that are not up for discussion right now, and it's a story for another time. Hopefully never. All that anyone needs to know about this story is that it left my heart in the worst condition possible, feeling almost nothing, cold-blooded murderers had nothing on me. And this girl, sobbing on the ground, only whose name I knew, just thrust emotions back into me.
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Ok, ok, not much of a good ending of the first chapter, but the next one WILL intrigue you, I PROMISE!!!
Let the romanciness begin:D
