Hi! This is my first ever Fanfic, so please be nice. Just know, I might not be continuing this, either. I accept flames, and criticizing words. Please help me become a better writer!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hellboy, or any of the characters in it. If I did, I would not be typing on here.
The Blind Flower
Sight…
The thing that allows pictures to form in a person's mind…
And the obvious thing that keeps me from being normal… - Samantha
My mother never taught me not to talk to strangers. I guess I can not really blame her, nothing ever happened in our family. My mother told us to be careful, because I was too care-free, trusting, and cheerful. But that all changed… The only memories I have of my previous life are torturous, agonizing, and a full blown nightmare.
But, let me try to make it clearer. I shall tell you some of the things I remember of the 'Before' time.
The scream that filled the air is etched into my mind, forever sounding. My mother came running into my brother's room, where we were playing. She had tried to shut the door, but two men forced it open. A sound I had never heard, but now know it is called a 'gun shot', sounded, and my mother crashed to the floor. Blood dripped from her head, where a hole had been formed. The men had grabbed Jason, my older brother, and I before we could scream for our father. The men stuck something in my arm, and the beautiful green walls of my home disappeared in a dark haze.
I woke up long after, my brother no where to be seen. "The girl is awake!" a man yelled, and then cruelly yanked me from the small wire cage. He blindfolded my green eyes, and pushed me into another room. The blindfold was removed and I saw I was standing in a small room, with one chair. The chair was occupied by a man, whose features I still remember. I would not have guessed that this smiling, blue eyed man would haunt my dreams for most of my life.
"My dear child, how are you?" The man had a sweet voice, the kind that makes everyone feel trusting towards him.
"Sc…scared…"
The man smiled wider and said, "Oh, you have nothing to worry about. Are you hungry, child?"
And so the day had passed, the man, named Dr. Jonathan, treated me very kind. But once he left me in the small room, the other man forced me on to a metal table. People in white coats surrounded me with needles, tubes, and scissors. Hours of pain passed, I am thankful I do not remember everything that they did, everything they injected in me. I only know that this continued, every hour, every day, for many years. I only remember doctors cutting into me, scientists injecting strange liquids into my body, and an agonizing pain in my body.
From this point, I lose all memories for a while. The next memory I have, is a few years later. I remember being forced into a room made of metal. What is strange is that I felt familiar with this room, so I must have been here before. The feelings I had used to feel, happiness, joy, trust, were gone. A man's voice had sounded over an intercom saying, "Test Subject 58636, you are to obey the instructions given. Do you understand?"
I had stayed silent, refusing to speak. A buzzer sounded, followed by an electric shock from the floor. Still I refused to speak.
"Change into a hawk."
I did not comply, earning me another shock. This time I tried to change. My mind showed the picture of a brown, sleek, beautiful hawk. Funny, I had never seen a hawk before. My body shrunk slightly, my skin turning darker, before going back to my natural form.
"Change into a hawk, or we will turn up the volts."
"I can't!! My body will not change!"
A murmur of voices, but the words were clear to my ears, "Sir, we can not force the change. It could cause drastic side-effects. All of our progress could be lost; hundreds of children will have died in vain." A scientist had told Dr. Jonathan.
"Turn up the volts. It will take time for the side effects to happen; we will see our progress before they happen." Dr. Jonathan's cold voice answered.
Electricity coursed through my body; I had fallen over due to the pain.
"Change and the pain will stop, my dear child."
I remember focusing through the pain, and my body changed. My bones had become hollow, a beak formed over my mouth. The pain stopped, but so did my heart. The last thing I had known was scientists rushing into the room as my body went back to normal.
I had woken up a few hours later, but it took a long time to open my eyes. When I finally succeeded, darkness continued to surround me.
"She is awake!!" A woman yelled, which had made me wonder why she was working in pitch darkness. I noticed a loud beeping noise, which I figured to be a heart monitor, and then my eyelid was lifted up. I felt warmth on my eye, but could not see a light. I had panicked, finally realizing everyone was not in the dark. I was. The 'side effect' of the shock had been me loosing my sight.
I loose every whole memory from there, only snatches. Things like screaming, explosions, and a wonderful feeling of long awaited freedom are the last things I can remember of my 'Before' life.
I have learned to suppress those memories, so that I might try and become normal. But, I know deep in my mind I will never be normal again, not only because I am blind, but because I am a freak. I can never hide what those monsters did to me. Everything was changed, my senses were heightened, my sight was gone, and my eyes were a pearly blue colour. Even my attitude had been changed. No one from my 'Before' life would ever recognize me as the small Samantha they use to know.
