Tam: Well hello people, I have revamped this chapter, thou there wasn't much I didn't like.
Disclaimer: If I owned a damn thing would I be wearing clothing I've gotten from good will?
Alone
Ive always been alone…
I have always been alone, but now…
Now, I realize, now I see.
Who would have guessed, who could have?
I remember things from time to time. I've had a lot of time to think, down here in this cell.
Or maybe, I should call it hell.
Because you see, I've been down here for so very long.
And I'm not alone down here.
There are others, but there not human, or not like me anyways.
To say it honestly I'm not human either.
I'm not sure what I am anymore.
I wonder sometimes, is this a dream?
A nightmare?
Or maybe, I've already died, and my decaying corps is walking the street feeding on other corpses, or being fed on.
Or even perhaps, I'm in a coma, unable to wake up, buried under a crumbling building, barely alive under the rubble. I can imagine, my life's blood slipping slowly from my limp form, soaking the surrounding rubble.
But then I remember that even if my greatest fantasy were real, my mind would still be trapped here, in this hell, with no way out.
When my brother warned me, I should have listened, but I wanted to help him, oh Leon why didn't I listen to you.
You only cared for my safety, you only wanted my life to be happy and innocent, like you were once, like neither of us could ever be again.
I had to help you, my one and only elder brother.
He was four years older then me, but we were always close.
How many days have I been confined here? How many weeks? It's been over a month for sure. As I sit here, alone, in my tiny cell, curled up around the only source of comfort I am given; the locket I was given for my fifteenth birthday.
Truthfully it had been a family heirloom, something I was supposed to have gotten from my mother, but…
Another day another story, now I had to think on other things.
Who would have thought that such a small thing cold be my salvation, my hope, and my revenge.
There's another like me down here, a man.
A blond man, im not sure what his name is, but I can tell he's not very happy.
He doesn't look it; indeed he never changes his relaxed pose, even when they take him down to the lab.
The lab.
If the cell im in is hell, the lab is the devils personal chamber.
I remember the first time I woke up here.
It's a slow climb out of the darkness of dreams tainted with blood and musk. Torn to fragments by my struggle, they slip away before I can catch them, leaving only a bitter taste and half-remembered fury. These are no normal nightmares and I am suddenly desperate to be awake.
Lights. A murmur of conversation. The smell of antiseptic steel. It takes a moment to remember what happened back in the med lab. Again.
I struggle to sit upright and only tense against the straps that hold me down. This is new. The half-remembered fury of my dreams takes root and I thrash wildly, snarling. A mad half animal, barely aware of my own existence.
It wasn't until later that I remembered anything.
Who I was, where I came from, and how I could have possibly gotten here.
But back to the man now.
He's angry, very angry.
He doesn't say it, he doesn't need to, he is like me.
"Mr. Quiet and relaxed (1)" is the name I've given him, his outward appearance is rather deceiving really, he doesn't look very intelligent.
He looks like some sort of scientist or deskman.
Scary no?
But, like I said appearances can be deceiving, and once more, his is very much so.
Underneath that oh so innocent persona is a calculating mind; I can see it ticking away analyzing, prioritizing, planning, and waiting.
Whenever he moves I can see his muscles, the scientist and guards don't notice, how could they, fools the lot of them, anyone who'd seen a predator could tell what he was, a predator in sheep's clothing, his muscles moved, finely toned, he shifted obviously waiting.
Soon she would be taken to the lab, a journey that she wouldn't make back, but she didn't intend to take it in the first place.
She would escape, and the quiet man would help her, if she helped him. She didn't need to ask, she already knew, he would be far from here if he could've, but there was more then bars holding them back.
After all were talking about two genetically manipulated monsters with human intelligence.
But you see.
Both of them were drugged, there strength merely that of a normal human.
The drug they had been given lasted from one treatment to another, she remembered once not long ago during a lab visit she had gotten her true strength full force.
That had been before the blond man had come of course, dear Mr. Quiet (2) and relaxed hadn't arrived until a few weeks into her delightful stay.
But the fools who prided themselves on there oh so powerful brains hadn't fathomed one thing, even as a human she'd been beyond averagely strong.
She didn't need mutated muscle's to break free from these fools, as a child she'd excelled at martial arts.
A door groaned not far off, the outer door to there set of cells.
She let her body go limp, as if unconscious.
The lock to her cell scrapped, and opened reluctantly, admitting unknown persons.
One grabbed her limp arms, unlocked her shackles, and dragged her from her cell.
But before they could reach the outer door she'd killed them quick and clean, she'd snapped one's neck and forced the bones of the others nose into his brain.
She retched, she'd never killed anyone before, and the ease of it scared her, humans were such fragile creatures; wiping her mouth she grabbed the guards keys and walked over to Mr. Q's (3) cell, and stepped inside. He was a lot bigger then she thought he'd be, she'd had only ever seen him at a distance.
" If you want to leave I suggest we go" She said shakily, long weeks had passed since the last use of her voice.
"Then lets leave," he said coldly.
She grabbed his shackles and unlocked them not even bothering to wait for him to stand, dragging him to the outer door she smiled. The lock groaned and opened she didn't even bother to look back with out a second thought she took off, blond man not far behind.
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If you couldnt tell, this is no longer a one-shot, I decided to go ahead and in fact, there are ten chapters. Anyhoo, I am revamping my earlier chapters and trying to add in more detail, thou I do like how this chapter turned out, so I didn't change much.
Sincerely
Tamuril Terunye
