Maddy P.O.V.
I've been here for awhile, i've tried escaping. But i just can't get past floor . Of course Cadmus has 22 floors. Why wouldn't they. I've given up on escaping, I try every now and then, but they hurt me more after I'm caught. Though, I don't need help. That's what I tell myself. The other doctors would scold me for being weak. The experiments have gotten worse, as well. Oh great, Dir. Westfields back.
He walks over to the gurney I was lying on. He starts to move me, but, to where? Then I figure it out. He's taking me back to the lab! But i was good today! They never experiment on me twice in one day! Unless i'm bad, of course, my brain unhelpfully adds.
Im pulled out of my thoughts, when starts talking. "Change of plans today!"He exclaims, as if it was the most exciting thing in the world. " Were moving to a new facility. So I thought we could have fun before we leave."
Fun. That's what he calls the 'tests'. He likes to twist the meanings, for example: 'tests' means 'torture'. Along with friend. He is not my friend!
"Why?" He glares out me. Then I realize what I just said. 'Why?' is the one question i'm not supposed to ask. He opens his mouth to say something, but then we arrive in the lab.
"Alright, you know the drill." He says. It's true though, I don't how long i've been here, but Its feels like years. I know what to do. Years ago, I would've gladly accepted, maybe ask, for help. That was a long time again, though, sometimes I wonder if there's anyone to help me at all. Don't be so weak, you don't need help. "Yes Sir." I say, knowing if I cooperate, It will hurt less. I lay on the table, full knowledge of what's about to happen. I'm in the same room I was in when I first got here. White & pink walls, the pink being stained blood, that won't come off. My blood.
"Good girl." He shoves a sock in my mouth. Since I have what WestField calls, accelerated healing. I have to be awake when they cut me open. Though, sometimes on a good day , my body will go 'numb.' I feel less pain, a humming in my head will usually occur. The doctors & scientist hate it. I suppose they like to hear me scream.
They strap me down, then violently cut open my calf. They usually cut open my stomach, but lately they've gone everywhere. Dr. Heral walks into the room. A caucasian, short haired blond, with a few pounds on her. She immediately grabs the scalpel and a magnifying glass.
After them looking over my cut open calf, they stop writing down information.
"Very interesting, her calf seems to be stronger than almost any other muscle in her entire body!" Dr. Desmond looks over to my right leg, where Dr. Heral is holding a scalpel.
A surprised look crosses over his face. "I suppose you're right! How did we not notice before!"
"I wonder how long it would take her calves to heal?" She asks Dir. Westfield, with a mischievous smile. He grins back, but before I can think about what they said, Westfield stabs my left leg with shears. I scream in pain, despite having a sock in my mouth. They watch as my leg heals the fastest I've ever seen my body heal.
They both grin hearing me scream. I can see the dementedness and madness flash on their faces." Very Interesting. " Westfield says."This will help us with our research, tremendously!" I hear say. Then i hear someone come in. She's a tall brown haired, african american female scientist. Her name is . She was always nice to me. I think silently.
She furrows her eyebrows."Dubbilex says we're moving to a new facility?"
"Yes, we are. I thought I told you?"He frowns. "You didn't." She replies quickly.
She looks confusedly out him. "Why? We've done so much work here! Six years of work, down the drain! She mutters the last part under her breath."
"Look, Amanda, with Project Kr. escaping from us, them finding our facility, and them searching every cadmus facility we have. We need a fresh start." He rants. I think silently to myself once again. What are they talking about? Someone escaped?
"You mean YOU need a fresh start, ever since you became the Director, you've been acting like it only matters if YOU get caught. You even told me ONLY YOUR research mattered!" She shouted.
"WELL IT'S TRU-"He starts yelling back, then suddenly cut off by alarms blaring.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" Everyone starts to panic including me, but I hide my emotions, I'm very good at that. "That Dr. Spence, is why we were moving!" Westfield shouts over the alarms.