AN. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been having MAJOR artists block. Anyways, Enjoy!
"I- I." Words could not form in my mouth. I stood up and her shotgun stayed fixed on my head. Guns were a complete mystery to me. I've never seen one in real life, let alone in my face. "TELL ME OR I'll BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF OF YOUR NECK." She Demanded. "JONATHAN MURPHY!" I screamed in surprise. Wow I thought for such a small girl, she has quite a loud voice.
"That's new. Never met a splicer that remembers their own voice." She mumbled to no one in particular. "Sp-splicer? What's a splicer?" I asked frantically. This girl was talking riddles, for all he knew, she could be as crazy as the woman she just murdered. Oh God. "That woman. You. You just killed her. You shot her, Oh god." The girl was looking at me with an extremely confused look. "Yeah, I killed her. Being alive wasn't doing her any good." She removed the gun from my face and used her foot to roll the body over. I leaned over to get a better look at her face. Her lips were gone and her eyelids were all but removed. Veins were popping out everywhere and deep gashes littered her entire body. She looked grotesque. At this point, I started to feel dizzy. I had no clue where I was or what was happening. I was completely lost. "Jonathan?" The girl had no problem calling me by my name. She said it almost as if we were old friends. "Are you alright?" She asked. I didn't answer. I COULDN'T answer. My breathing became faster and my throat was closing up. I knew what was happening, although it hadn't happened in a long time. I started having panic attacks when I was Seven years old. Right after my father died. I wouldn't believe anyone that he was dead because I wasn't allowed to see the body. I didn't understand at the time that domestic fires usually left no bodies to bury. The girl touched my shoulder "Jonathan. BREATHE." She sounded genuinely concerned, even though we had just met. I nodded as best I could and tried to control my breathing. After several minutes of frightening silence, the girl spoke up again.
"You're not from here. Are you?" She asked, already knowing the answer. I nodded ever so slightly "Where is here?" I mumbled. "First of all, I am very sorry for whatever happened to you. But-" She was cut off by shouts coming from around the corner. "You did this to me! You!" The woman ran around the corner and began to fire her machine gun at the girl and me. The girl fired her shotgun once and the danger was gone. But it was too late. I was already hit.
I was delirious, only remotely aware of what was happening. There was shouting. I recognized the girl's voice, but there was someone else's as well. They were shouting at each other words that I could barely make out. "….Just die?…." "…..We could…" " ….Hand me…" "….Which One?…" "…Whatever we have…" The next part, I heard loud and clear. "Sorry, Jonathan, This is going to be extremely painful." With that said. I felt her pick up my wrist and plunge a needle into my flesh. At first, I wasn't so bad. But then the pain happened. It raced through my veins. Every molecule of me felt like it was being electrocuted. My body began to writhe in pain on the bed they had me on. The girl and the other person had to push me down to keep me from hurting myself. The worst part was the screaming. I was screaming so hard that after a bit the back of my throat was bloody. The pain was that unbearable. "Jonathan! Calm Down!" I could only barely hear her. "JUST HOLD ON AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE!" After what seemed like an eternity, the pain began to subside. That's when I realized just how worn out I was. Whatever they did to me, it changed something. I was trembling and my ears were ringing. I could just make out someone calling my name, but I didn't have the strength to reply. I was just so tired…
I woke up later on what seemed to be a sofa. My mouth was unpleasantly dry and the back of my throat was burning. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust when I opened them. I surveyed the area. It was a living room or lounge of some sort. There was a large window, I assumed from the large drawn curtains on the wall. "Hello there sleepy head." My head spun around to see who spoke. It was the girl again. "What. Happened." I said breathlessly. "You had a little accident." She explained, but not very well. I tried to sit up, and that's when I noticed the pain in my side. "AH! Jesus… Christ." I exclaimed "Hey, no reason to bring him into this." She helped me sit up in way so I didn't hurt myself, then she sat on a chair next to the sofa. "How are you?" I completely ignored her question. "Who are you? Where am I?" I demanded. " She sat forward and folded her hands. "First off." She began. "Sorry, I had to do that, your genetic code was being rewritten and, well, the first time hurts like a bitch." I was completely dumbfounded." Genetic what? What the fuck are you talking about?" She ignored me this time. "Secondly, My name is Caroline. And thirdly, you're in rapture. Welcome to Hell on Earth."
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P.S. I wanted to apologize for always having such short chapters. I'm not the greatest writer, so…. Yeah….