"Experiment to Hope" Ch.1- "Test Subject"
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Cassandra London winced in pain as the whip lashed across her back. I could feel the tiny fibers dig into my flesh, blood starting to flow.
I did not scream, as much as I tried, because of the restrictive collar that forced me to stay silent. Each snap from the whip sounded like a million shots being fired next to my ears.
"That is enough. Bring her in the room and turn the collar off. Hurry up!" said a man—the man that controlled my life. The man who had whipped me picked me up and dropped me in the little room—completely sound proof so I could not scream at them and put them in a trance.
He quickly turned off the power on the collar, but before he could leave the room, I let my voice go. A piercing song came into the air, but the door was closed, so only the man who had put me in there was affected. He fell to the ground, and a few seconds later became unconscious.
I looked out the large, thick window the people were looking in from. They could not even hear my voice through the room, and they only studied the affect I had on the guard.
They also looked at my rapidly healing back, the deep cuts that stopped bleeding, creating instant scabs, and fading away into my pale skin.
The "doctors" who watched her marked their papers, and tried to get better views of my quick healing. I only moved away, shielding her hurt back from their view.
I finally stopped screaming and took my anger out on the man who had assaulted me. I started a vicious assault on the man, digging my nails into him and throwing him across the tiny room. He started bleeding heavily, causing me to wince. He had awakened, and was whimpering from the pain.
I had hurt him. His arm looked broken and he had a horrible gash on his head. His back was bloody from where I had dug my nails into him and he looked… well hurt.
I looked out at the men staring at me. I was playing into their hands. Showing them my powers was what they wanted. They wanted a killing machine. I even saw one of them laugh and wink at me.
That was too much. I looked down at the man I had hurt so badly and moved my hands over him concentrating. His broken arm began to mend itself, and his cuts healed. After only a few moments, all the pain I had caused him was gone. He stood up and looked at Cassie.
"Why the hell did you do that? I'm the bad guy," he said, looking down at my weakened form from healing him.
"'Cuz I'm not the bad guy…" I whispered and fainted.
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Healing the man had taken my energy quickly, and left me very tired. I looked around as I regained consciousness, and sighed. I was back in my old, cold, iron cell. I was very tired and could not heal myself as I felt the collar around my neck, prohibiting my powers.
I looked up as I heard someone coming down the hall. They stopped outside my cell and I unwillingly yawned. I did not want anyone to see me weak.
"So, how is our little test subject doing today?" Asked Dr. Graham, a vicious hater of mutants.
I didn't answer. I hated that scum, who passed himself off as a doctor.
"Tired I see? I bet you would like me to turn off that collar so you could heal, wouldn't you? You would also like to use that strength of yours to break out of this cell and use your annoying voice to kill me, is that right? I am sure I am right. Well, my little test subject, I assume you are ready for some more tests, aren't you?"
I still did not respond.
"Aren't you interested in what the next test is, mutant?" He inquired, with a sneer. "Well, I am not going to tell you, though I know you are dying to know. Come along." He said and opened the cell. He pressed a button, sending a shock into the collar, causing me to wince and drop down to my knees. Dr. Graham only laughed and pulled the chain connected to the collar, forcing me to stumble after him.
He walked fast, nearly dragging me, causing me to let out a few little whimpers of pain. I felt too tired. Why could he just let me sleep?
We arrived in the laboratory, and Dr. Graham strapped me into a chair. There was a boy there, about 17, and really cute. He looked at me and vaguely smiled. He wore a collar also, but he was healthy and strong. He had not been here very long.
Dr. Graham looked at us as the boy and I looked at each other. "Well, I assume you wonder who each other are. Cassandra London meet Iceman," he said and laughed. The two of you are going to show us some fun. Whoever kills the other gets to live."