Deadly Poison
Chapter One
"Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage." Ray Bradbury
I scanned the dark, dreary cell as a shiver ran through my body. The huge, rust infected iron doors loomed above me, numbing any hopes of ever leaving this despairing hell hole. My damp, foam mattress emitted a sour stench; the result of my over active imagination and restless nights. Cold, dark walls threatened to crush me between them in this small space and any evidence that 'life' still existed were the faint, cruel laughs of the men 'outside' echoing of the stone cold walls.
A small slot in the wall let in occasional drops of rain or rays of sunshine. My only ecstasy, a hope that even a minute beam of that, ever so rare, sunshine found my hiding place. I could hope.
My heart pounded as darkness conquered the light, in my prison cell, enveloping me in its essence. Gingerly I lay down on my mattress and heard a guard turn on a light. Though little light was shed I found it hard to sleep. Even though my mind and muscles burned with fatigue I fought hard to keep my eyes open. I didn't want to revisit any of my recurring nightmares.
But my attempts to stay awake were futile. Soon enough I was dreaming...
Hot white flames stabbed my face. They danced and twisted, mercilessly mocking me. I wriggled uselessly but all I accomplished was making the post that I had been tied to even more uncomfortable.
"Put the flames out", a crazed voice shrieked.
He was mad.
The flames licked the walls of the room, greedily devouring all in their path and he wanted me to blow them out? Even though all the moisture from my mouth was gone, I blew through cracked lips. It seemed as though the fire just laughed as it jumped out at me and I flinched, barely avoiding the fire from blistering my skin. The man swore and yelled at me to put them out with my mind. I attempted to make the inferno disappear.
I was willing to do anything to make the man stop, no matter how irrational.
Then I heard laughter. It was a different voice. A younger voice. A more eager voice.
"Set her hair on fire, that'll encourage her. I'll do it". My body trembled and a terrified whimper escaped my lips. My body jerked as I tried to loosen the bonds that held me. I felt myself go numb as a loud buzzing sound seemed to erupt from my sore throat and quench the fire.
The loud metallic rattle of the lock startled me from my nightmare. A wedge of pale, yellow light sliced the darkness, then travelled along the stone wall as the heavy cell door opened. Caught in the lights glow, my eyes were seared by the brightness. I squeezed them shut as I cowered in the corner.
Two prison wardens approached me and attached a chain to the metal collar on my neck and hauled me to my feet. I stumbled forward, pain blazing around my neck. I was struggling to stand on my trembling legs whilst the guards efficiently chained my hands behind my back and manacled my feet. I averted my eyes form the flickering light as I was led through the Death Row corridor, my bare feet shuffling through unidentifiable muck. The guards ignored the calls and moans of the other prisoners but my heart lurched with every word called from the darkness.
"Ho, ho ho... Someone's gonna swing!"
"One less rat to feed!"
"Snap, crack and your last meal slides down your legs!"
"Take me, take me too. I wanna die too!"
As my guards escorted me through the corridor I thought about my life in America as it was. As an orphan I hadn't had the same privileges as other children. I had been in put in an orphanage at the age of five and been clothed, fed and taught something that the children thought to be a privilege. What they we hadn't known what that we were being raised to be guinea pigs in our benefactor's research. I shuddered as I recalled my naivety, causing the chains I wore to rattle.
My thoughts were dragged back to the present when the guards stopped at a large oak door. A sign told me it was that it was part of the Foreign Office division. The guards knocked and a voice from inside called for them to enter. I couldn't place the accent but it sounded close to British.
The guards opened the door to reveal a young man sat at a desk. The room was small with an open window allowing a delightful fresh breeze to fan out into the room. The man at the desk was flipping through some papers when the guards announced my presence. He looked up and startling blue eyes met mine.
"A woman! The next prisoner to be executed is a woman!"
Hi. I'm not-so-new, but this is my first actual FanFiction (I've actually been lingering on the site for months xD) Anyhuus, this is where I say that I don't own these characters. They belong to Maria..
T.T ~Jealous~
Oh. And review.
Sabah Oh! And hello Raisa Iqbal xD