Second chapter everyone!
It's been a week since my encounter with "Jeb", and to be perfectly honest, I liked it that way. Not only did Jeb not come and see me anymore, but there haven't been any experiments for the last week. Still, nothing creepier than a Whitecoat trying to get friendly with you. Though, the "No Experiments" streak was cut short as soon as I heard the door open.
Two Erasers walked through the door, pushing along some kind of rolling table. The Erasers stopped in front of my cage and bent down. One of them smiled, highlighting a long scar across his muzzle, his fangs yellow and dripping drool.
"Hello Tweety" he said mockingly, grabbing the cage bars and rattling them. "Ready to get killed?" They laughed, a horrible grunting sound.
I smiled angelically, and then kicked the place where his fingers were with all my might. I heard a satisfying crunch, as he roared in pain. The other one smacked my cage so hard; I toppled over and hit my head on the hard floor, making stars erupted before my eyes.
The Erasers lifted my cage onto the table harshly, making my head ache. They rolled me to the door and out into the plain white hallway.
Usually, whenever they take me out of the room, it means that I was going to be experimented on. So, naturally, I started to panic, just a little.
We rounded a corner and continued down the hall, until we stopped in front of a room. The Eraser with the broken fingers opened the door, grimacing as he tried to flex his hand. I inwardly smiled proudly. The other one pushed my table violently in, and I saw what was inside. Oh no, treadmills.
A female Whitecoat walked up and took the handles of the table and rolled me further inside. Darn, no escape.
"Thank you" she said to the Erasers. "You may leave."
They nodded, eyeing me hungrily, slamming the door as they left.
I turned my attention to the situation at hand. When I was brought to this room, it means a whole lot of running. I've learned in the past that trying to fight back would only tire you, so, as they opened my cage, I stepped out silently.
Another Whitecoat shoved me rather roughly onto the treadmill. I was about to retort, but was silenced as I felt the sting of a needle on my arm. I closed my eyes and tried not to freak out. They continued to apply other wires to me, and when they finished, stepped back and sat down facing me.
The guy that had shoved me was sitting at some sort of machine. He caught my eye and said "Run" then pushed a button.
Immediately, the treadmill started moving. I almost fell at the beginning, but quickly matched the brisk pace. It started to speed up until, 5 minutes later, I was full out running.
Here's the thing about treadmills. The Whitecoats keep you running and running until you just want to die because you're so tired and your sides and legs burn like there's no tomorrow. Then, you fall down and crash into the wall behind you, giving the Whitecoats something to laugh about.
After running continuously for about an hour, my legs started to give out. That was kind of weird, because last time, I lasted for two. But I think that something had to do with the fact that I haven't eaten for the last few days. Jerks.
I was starting to feel a little unbalanced, my legs moving weakly, my breath coming out in short hard gasps. I began to feel really lightheaded, then, all of a sudden, my face met something really hard.
I barely had time to register the pain that had exploded in my mouth before the treadmill shot me violently backward into the wall behind me. A small yelp of pain escaped me as my wings throbbed with the impact. My head had cracked against the wall, sending me on the verge of passing out. I could taste something wet and tangy in my mouth. Blood.
The whirling of the treadmill stopped, as the female Whitecoat said "One hour. It needs to improve. Steve, get it out of here and into the room. We'll continue with the next experiment."
Of course, this was nothing but a game to the Whitecoats. They didn't care that my heart and breathing rate were not at all healthy. I was still in a heap on the ground behind the treadmill, when I was swung upward by Steve, I think.
"Do I put it in its cage or in the other room?" He asked, carrying me in a fireman's lift.
"Didn't you hear me Steve? I clearly said we'll continue with the next experiment. Put it with the other one." I heard the female Whitecoat reply snidely.
I felt myself be carried out of the room, and into another one, my arms swinging lifelessly. Steve, I think, lowered me down, and then dropped me on the floor, making me groan in pain. My head rolled to the side, my eyes fluttered open for a second. I saw the door close, and a huddled figure in a corner before a dark and welcome blackness overtook me.
Ohhh, so cliché. I wonder who the figure is. You wanna find out? Review and I can update faster. At least 5 come on.