Pain

Pain is a word that describes discomfort and hurtfulness.

Pan can be when you break your arm or leg.

What I was experiencing now, could be called pain.

A whole new level of pain.

I jerked involuntarily as I felt the whip come down hard across my back.

Again and again my captor would whip me and again and again I would jerk against the chains that bonded my wrists and ankles.

Chained.

I was chained to a wall unable to move or scream as my body became bloody and bruised.

How long had I been here as the whip tore into my skin? hours? Days? Years?

I had no idea.

I was just aware of the whip that was brought down on me, fueled with strength from the man who held it.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks as the whip slapped against my exposed wings.

I winced as I felt feathers being riped out, then stared at the white tiled floor as it began to turn crimson with my blood.

After what seemed like a life time, the horrible beating ceased .

I began to shiver.

Cold. I was so cold.

I was still staring at the blood stained tile when my captor knelt down in front of me to remove the gag that covered my mouth.

I saw that his shoes where blemished red and it gave me a small bit of revenge knowing he would have to buy a new pair.

The man stared at my battered form for a few moments then he spoke.

"How did that feel, experiment 665? I do hope it will teach you to not to run away."

His voice showed no emotion. No pity or hatred.

He sounded mechanical and inhuman.

A shiver racked my body.

"Jeb would have done it himself but he is to busy with his darling, Maximumride."

The man posed then roared; "LOOK ME IN THE EYES YOU INSOLENT MUTANT!"

Fearing he would beat me again if I disobeyed, I struggled to lift my head and met his gaze.

His once white lab coat was now stained with dark flecks of blood. He held the whip loosely in his right hand and his other was clenched into a fist. Big round glasses perched precariously on his seemingly crooked noes and his sinister eyes shown with pleasure at my weakness.

He grinned showing perfect white teeth then began to coil the whip.

I wimped and bowed my head, stealing myself for another beating.

The man in front of me lafed. "No experiment 665, your punishment is over."

I looked up with hatred.

Rachel! I wanted to scream. My name is Rachel!

I remembered even now. When I was little a whitecoat had given me a book. It told of a girl ,Rachel, who never saw her parents. When the girl grew older she went looking for them. She went through many hardships and adventures but at the end she was finally reunited with her loving parents and they lived haply ever after. I loved that book especially the ending and I would read it ever chance I got. I had hidden it at the very back of my cage the whitecoats had kept me until they found it one day and beat me until I told them who gave it to me.

Since then I never saw that white coat that took pity on me so long ago and I probably never will.

The school cant afford people with pity.

I had named myself Rachel after that book and now I wanted to shout it to the world; "I AM RACHEL, I AM RACHEL, I AM RACHEL!!!"

But of course I didn't't.

I just kept staring at the face who had whipped me with all the hatred I could muster.

Finally the man turned and walked away but not before kicking me in the ribs for good measure.

I sucked in a wounded breath and with great effort, tried not to show pain.

I waited until I heard his footsteps fade away then I collapsed on the floor that was sticky with fresh blood.

I was back at the School.