Chapter 3: The Punishment

We were deep underground in the labs. I could tell because of the feeling and dampness. I had been here a week and hadn't said anymore words since the first day. I didn't get much sleep; I laid there staring at the dark air above me. Sometimes wishing it would disappear and let me suffocate. Over the time I had grew lonely and wish I could see my mother and sister again.

"Finally that monster is gone!" she said with anger in her voice and her eyes to match.

I closed my eyes. I tried to make my breath shallow to my chest wouldn't move. The guard yesterday said I had another meeting with the director today.

"Great," I whispered to myself.

I rolled to my side and felt the cold wall against my arm. I wish this would just end. They haven't taken me out since the day I got here. I walked around my room until I memorized each and every crack in the wall. I hadn't touched the sketch books or the pencils. They reminded me of the guard. He looked as if he knew what he was doing was wrong but it was work and he had to.

"Time to go!" the guard shouted from behind the door.

I turned and grabbed the jacket off the desk's chair. I put it on slowly debating whether this was going to be a good meeting. The guard pushed the heavy door open with a slight breath. He quickly grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out.

"We might be late," he said while dragging me a bit.

This was a new guard. The other one was assigned to the room with the Lucy thing in it. I overheard that it was a girl who was like me but stronger and more dangerous. This guard wasn't as mean as the other but wasn't nice. We walked at a steady pace as we walked past the windows. I paid close attention to Lucy's to see what they were doing. There was nothing but the container. As we were walking to the office, the guard ran into a man named Kurama. His name was displayed on his badge on his chest. He was dressed in a nice suit and had dark sunglasses covering his mysterious eyes.

"Is this number eleven," he asked the guard in a firm voice.

"Yes sir, I'm taking him to see the director" the guard responded.

"Okay, on your way," Kurama said as I was pulled forward.

We arrived at the giant doors and the room had seemed brighter than last time. It must have been the tiny light bulb in my room that caused my eyes to focus less. The guard knocked and then opened the door. We entered the room; it had the same feeling it did last time. The Director sat at his desk in a relaxed position.

"Ah, the prisoner is here," he said with an evil smile.

"They say you haven't spoken a word or shown any vectors," he said in a mocking tone.

"I've got it, we are going to see what you do against your own kind!" the director screamed with excitement.

He turned toward the guard.

"I want him in Lucy's cell tonight at 9:00'oclock sharp got it?"

"Yes sir," he responded and turned me toward the door.

That night I didn't know what to expect. All I knew was I might have to fight for my life.