This doesn't really have any of the main characters in it, but it's supposed to be a Fringe story... It's basically the reason Olivia refuses to stop working - the idea that the criminals don't stop if you do. If you think it doesn't count as a Fringe fanfic (which is what i'm beginning to worry) let me know and i'll take it down.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
My name is Anna Marie Souther. I am 13 years old. I used to live at home with my brother and his girlfriend. Then the bad men came.
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I've been here for a long time now. They chained me up in a dark room – I lost track of time. They drugged me a lot. I'm so tired all the time.
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They played with my brain and they took stuff out. I don't remember normal things - like how to move my body. But I can tell you what Pi is to the millionth digit. I don't know why they want me to know that and not know how to talk. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe I'm just a practice. Maybe the next person they take will be their final draft.
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Why hasn't someone rescued me? I've been gone a long time. What's so important? I bet if I was someone famous they'd have found me by now. I bet if I was someone they loved they would try harder.
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I want to go home!
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I woke up in a tank full of water after an operation a while ago. I panicked, but They weren't worried. I guess I'm expendable.
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I'm breathing underwater now – I'm not sure what they did. But it hurts. My whole body hurts from all the things they've done to it. I wasn't meant to have scales. Why are they doing this?
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I can't remember how to talk. If I told them to stop, would they?
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They're talking nearby but I can't hear what they're saying. They look at me, and I struggle to make sense of it all, but whatever they did, it didn't help my hearing. All I can hear are muffled noises – everything is coming through glass and water. Nothing is clear.
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They shake their heads. I can hear louder noises coming from farther away. Is someone coming to rescue me? One of the men leaves, the other reaches for something leaning against the side of the tank. It's such a tiny tank. I can't move in here.
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He swings the ax at the glass and it cracks. I think my heart just stopped. I can't remember words or I'd be yelling. I can't breathe in the air anymore!
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If I was getting rescued they're too late. The glass shatters and the water rushes out. I'm too weak to move so I flop onto the ground, laying limply on my side. I can't breathe. My body shudders as I struggle to take a breath. The tiniest hint of air comes in – my human nose just barely works. It's not enough to keep me alive though.
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The man watches me coolly, calculating. It takes me ten minutes to die.
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