Chapter 2: Observed
"Elsa Snow, I am Doctor Hans Southern, and the Sentinel Mutant Facility is your new home."
While you've already concluded that you won't be getting out of the chains any time soon, it doesn't stop you from lurching forward. It doesn't stop you from trying to get a grip on the man standing in front of you. You're screaming something along the lines of "You goddamn asshole, let me go this instance!" And "I will rip you apart!"
The man simply holds his ground, looking at you with a calm stare. Has he met this resistance before? Before you were put in this fucking facility? Your chest is heaving when you have stopped your movements and give the goddamn Ken lookalike the deadliest glare you own. I promise you, I will kill you. I don't care what it will take. I promise you, I will come for you. You're picturing the most morbid deaths you can think of when you hear the man clear his throat.
"Yes, well, now that you're done… I'll explain to you what this facility does." The man, Hans, tells you as he brings the clipboard up to his chest; "Elsa Snow, 21 years old, ice powers, strong headed… So, you're in a heated room to make it harder for you to create your ice, because the chemicals that we use to control the mutation is going to wear off soon… Lucky for me, I only have to guide you to the main halls." The man starts pacing in front of you, walking back and forth between panels. He switches a couple of switches, presses a couple of buttons and suddenly the weight upon your arms and legs have been lifted. Your first response is to move, but not before you hit the ground with a loud thud. Jesus.
"Gravity… It brings you back down." The lab coat muses, before waving his arm in a follow me motion. "Now if you please follow me, I'll show you to your chamber."
You rise to your feet with extreme care; you're not sure when you've last stood upon your feet. Who knows how long you've been hanging on that metal plate. Behind the plate you hear the hydraulics of the door again and before you know two men have grabbed your hands and are locking them in new chains before pushing you forward. "Apologies, Elsa, but we can't be too careful. Many before you have tried to escape and met a bittersweet faith." The man passed the metal plate. "We are merely trying to help."
You're not sure, but an extreme feeling of dread catches up with you, panic, if this is what they call helping. Though, you haven't seen the rest of the so called facility, you conclude, it might not be as bad as rumors have told it to be.
You had heard of the rumors among the mutants, that Sentinel Mutant Facility helps mutants by helping them out of the world. That you'd be, well, you rather not think of it.
It's quite clean, you state as you are pushed passed the sliding doors. The bulky men that chained you make sure you're not far behind Hans, the man who most possibly locked you in here. As you take in the bright white hall way, you decide that it somehow it reminds you of a hospital. The smell of disinfectant hits your nostrils. You have no idea where you're walking to, just that there are several lab coats passing you, and they look at you as if you're a horrifying monster.
Technically you are a monster, you silently agree, you can stop a heart by freezing it over with just a touch of your hand, fingertips even. Like you did with… You give a small sigh and continue trailing behind the man who's guiding you. He greets some of the workers.
The worst part of walking through this hallway, passed doors, and lab coats. It somehow manages to feel secure. Like it is all going to be okay. The men and women in the long white coats pass with things in their hands, clipboards, rapports, laboratory material. They would seem like doctors in other facilities, but here they're... They're here to experiment on you, like you're lab rats. You are a lab rat. Some of them even look eager to start working with you. On you.
You are not safe here, then why does it feel like that so much. The whole feeling leaves you nauseous. The rumors of mutants disappearing from the radar once 'accepted' into the facility, it is starting to feel more real. This might just be your last resort. As quickly as the thought rises, you are the tiniest bit glad that you are tripping over your own feet. You do not wish to think about such depressing thoughts while you've only been here for a short while.
You reach out with chained hands, like that would soften the blow. You wonder if the floor is as clean as it looks. Perhaps under black-light, the clean floor will show it secrets. But before you can feel the linoleum on your skin you feel strong hands grip your shoulders and put you right up, back on trial. The Ken look-alike briefly looks at you with raised eyebrows. As if you care, asshole. Only to continue on his way, to the place you're being taken. You can only wish it's not as horrible as you are imagining right now. You're afraid, but try keeping your head held high as you are being guided further and further away from your possible escape.
While many doors you've passed had some sort of lab built in it, some even smelling of burnt flesh or disgusting reeking chemicals. The upcoming door seems to have your way out of the long hospital like hall way, but the question now is if it's going to be a better or worse place than this hallway. You're not certain, but you are sure, as Doctor Southern pushes a couple of codes into the panel next to the door, it sure as hell won't be good.
AN:
Alright, here's chapter two of WMYDMYD. Hope you enjoyed reading and tell me what you think!
I'll be off now, sleeping and worrying about school and all that. Until next time..