Angie: Thank you, lorraine019, for reviewing! I really appreciate it! :] Yup. I'm just gonna skip and the talkity talk here and get to the story, kay?
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Chapter Two: Shiny Sharp Things
It's been at least two months since I got here in this lab. Maybe more; I lost count after five weeks. Really, why bother counting the days you spend being tortured? It'd only make things seem worse. At least, that's what I think. No, I can tell you it's not a basket of roses and rainbows down here. More like thorns and storms. Anyways, Ian has been moved into my cell. I'm not sure why, though. I believe it is because they have ran out of room, because the day after Ian and I were put in the same cell and newbie came along and was kept in Ian's old cell. If I remember correctly, his name is Xavier. He doesn't talk to Ian or me, and he often sits against the wall staring at us with cold eyes. It's kind of creepy, really.
Ron and Tristan finally figured out why I keep unlocking my shackles. They found out I have psychic powers and covered up my eyes with a white cloth. Since I can't see anything, I can't quite unlock the locks. If Ian wasn't chained to the other wall I'm sure he would get the cloth off my eyes. I'm pretty sure my hair looked disgusting, too. I felt disgusting. I haven't bathed in say, four weeks? My brown hair is probably packed with grease, plus a few dried up blood spots. My all white clothing- more like rags- are probably spotted with dark, crusty, dried blood and dirt. I also smelled like blood, which I didn't like too much. Blood and body odor; I can tell you they don't compliment each other well. To go with all the disgustingness, a few of my bones are broken and are probably just barely sticking out. Why, you ask? Ron and Tristan found out how to make my regeneration turn off. I don't know how, but they did.
That's just a tiny tasteof what they do to you here. Despite the lack of medical treatment, you are also underfed. You only get one piece of bread a day. Might I add that that bread is stale and crumbley. Some of it even has mold on it, which is why I don't eat some days. I could say the same for Ian. We often share if one of us happens to get mold-free bread.
Other than all this, life has been just dandy! Note sarcasim. I can't wait until the day when I finally get to see those two scientists bleed to death at my feet. I've already planned out how to kill them. Ron will get something long and sharp shot through his head after I gorge out his eyes...and Tristan will be impaled with little tiny sharp things! It's the perfect punishment!
A heavy door suddnly slammed shut, causing me to jump a little. That's how lost I was in my thoughts. As my heart was still beating five thousand miles per hour, I moved so I was sitting on my knees. The sound of chains dragging on the hard floor followed my actions. I heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the corridors; they sounded quick and short. They got closer and closer until they suddenly stopped. I heard the shuffle of feet and a cell door open. I believe it was my cell door. Soon enough someone came down and unhooked my chains, yanking me up to my feet. I was pulled a long quickly. My feet were handcuffed together, which made it very difficult to walk at a fast pace. I felt a sharp tug at my neck which told me to hurry up. I stumbled forward and tried walking at the same pace as my leader was. He was quiet, unlike Ron and Tristan. He was giving off strange vibes that told me he was scared out of his mind. Usually I'm the one like that.
A door opened, and a sensation of different smells and sounds overwhelmed me. I've never been outside my own corridor, and this definatly wasn't my corridor. My bare feet went from walking on cold, stone floors to walking on a wooden floor. It really surprised me. The new room was also kind of warm. It felt nice, after being in a cold place for so long. I could smell two new bodies, a long with Ron and Tristan. I scowled when I smelled the two scientists. The strange thing was that when they spoke, they seemed paniced and scared for their lives. Hah, they should be! If this rag happens the get off my eyes the first thing I'm going to do is kill them. I felt someone unlock the wooden handcuff around my wrists, then the shackles around my ankles. The shackle around my neck remained in place, though. So did the cloth.
"Macie, dearie, say hello to King Bradley," Ron said. He talked to me as if I was a dog, or a dumb little kid. And my name was not Macie.
"I'm not a dog, you bastard. My name isn't Macie either," I spat.
"Now, dearie, don't make me have to punish you," Ron said, sighing. I rolled my eyes, although I knew he couldn't see it.
"Hello King Bradley. What a fine day we are having, wouldn't you say? Besides the fact that almost every bone in my body is either snapped in half or fractured, I'm feeling absolutely perfect! What about you?" I said. My tone was flat and sarcastic. I could feel the tension rise in the room after I said that.
"So, this is the homunculus you found, huh?" a voice said. Homunculus? I've never been called that before. Wonder what it means.
"Yes, sir," Tristan said.
"Take off her blindfold," said another voice. Yes! I get to see the world again!
"That wouldn't be a very good-"
"Take it off," said the first voice. The person next to me reluctantly untied the rag and I could suddenly see again. Everything was blurry at first and bright lights were shining in my eyes. I squinted and rubbed my eyes and then looked at the people. The guy next to me I didn't recognize so I just ignored him. I then saw the two other strangers. One was wearing a blue uniform and the other was also wearing this uniform. The third thing I did was look around the room. I saw a bunch of pointy sharp things in the corner. I couldn't help but smile. Today is the death of Ron and Tristan!