AN: HELLO EVERYONE! So sorry it took so long! Went for a month in Mexico and it took awhile to get use to life back home. BUT I AM BACK! And rewriting the story! I didn't like the way it was written before and wanted to go a different route, giving more background and depth in the main character, and changing her name to something I actually know. Hope you enjoy! Would love some feedback.
P.S Just so you know italics are her memories and the BOLD is her telepathic communication
Any whoodles... ON WORD!
clang!
I flinch at the sound.
Clang!
Even closer, they are coming. What now? What must happen?
CLANG!
Light pours into the room, one silhouette in front of two massive frames. I turn my head slightly toward them.
"Alrighty, good morning everyone!" says an all too cheery voice "Lets get started. I need numbers 6895, 3498, and A-PRIME"
Cries of fear rang out of those called. My head drops, I am one that they call. I hate the name. "A-PRIME". The other two come into the room with a large cart. They lift the cages of the other two. I can hear their pained and fearful cries. My heart clenches. So young, so much pain to soon be inflicted. Then the come to me. Unlike the others I have a corner cage, unmovable. I scurry to the very corner, against the wall.
They open my cage, and come towards me. "Ok little one, lets make this easy today" I glare, crouching down low to the ground I wait till he is almost all the way in the cage. Then I launch myself on him, flipping him on his back. I turn around and slam the door behind him. I sway on my feet with a rush of blood leaving my head. Having not eaten any real food in a few days can do that you.
Hot, blinding pain fills my body. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, drawing blood. I fall to my knees, then onto my hands, my face towards the ground. I clench my fists, controlling my breathing to regulate the pain. When I look up, I see three sets of feet in front of me. I turn my face upward to them, and glare.
"I must say A-PRIME," that once too cheery voice, now cold and calculating, "Your tolerance for pain is quite irritating. " She turns her face to me, "It takes all the joy out of everything."
I spit on her feet, blood covering her shoe. "So sorry to be a disappointment to you, I live to show you pain."
She tilts her head with a sneer on her face. "Well, lets see what we can do today. Boys!" She turns on her feet heading back through the door. Then I feel a sharp pain on the back of my head, then blackness.
GASP!
A young woman, barely 20, shoots up from the ground where she slept. Her companion, a black wolf, raises her head as well, looking for danger.
The woman sits still and upright, clutching her chest, gasping for air. She looks around. The cave she resides in is dark and damp, but the opening is wide enough for a small fire to keep her warm during the harsh winter. She slowly start to calm down, her heart rate lowering. Memories of her past haunt her every time she closes her eyes. It has been 3 months since she escaped, with the help of her companion, but she still feels the guilt. There was no time to save all the others, all the children. But as her companion reminded her, there was nothing she could do in there to save them. Out here, in the real world, she had a chance for help. From who? She did not know. Whom could she trust? Who would help a scrawny woman who knows nothing of the real world? Her companion says help is on the way. How could she know?
The woman turns to the wolf, "I am ok Liz, just a nightmare, it will pass"
"Liar," she hears in her head.
She glares at the wolf, her companion, who just tilts her head to the side as to say "really?"
"You know, you are supposed to comfort me, this is not comforting."
Liz the wolf shrugs her shoulders and stretches. Then nudges her nose under the woman's hand. The woman gently pets the wolfs head, "I'll be ok, " she says, "Just going to stay up for a bit to calm down.
The wolf gives her a long look and then, deciding its a losing battle, lays her head back down on the woman's lap. The woman strokes Liz's head and she leans back to rest her head on the stone wall.
"All will be well Valente, help is coming."
The woman looks down at Liz, and gives her a soft smile. The name "Valente," a unique name for a unique girl, her mother said. She has not been called that since she died, only in her dreams. A name that truly meant something. Hope. And according to Liz, hope was on the way.
But when?
A.N SOOOOOOO! Whatcha think? Let me know in the review box below! :P
