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I don't own Transformers. I recommend you listen to Requiem for a Dream by Jennifer Thomas while reading this.
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Cliffhanger ahead.
Human or Machine?
True to Luke's word, Mason and I scrubbed clean the training room for the past 3 weeks. For the past 3 weeks we have been training hard nonstop, some couldn't continue and the next day they weren't present standing on our polished training room floors. I felt nauseous when I thought of the things they might have done to get rid of the weak subjects.
But I just shook my head and tried to ignore it.
For the past 3 weeks my friendship with Mason grew stronger and stronger. We told each other things while kneeling and scrubbing the floors on the late hours of the night. He told me that his father was a nerd for technology and that his mother owned a bakery. He told me that he had 7 siblings, 4 brothers and 3 sisters.
By the stories he told me about his parents made me think of how such sweet and caring parents can do this to him?
I also told him about my brother's loud video games and my father's not so secret good night kiss and my mother's delicious sunny side up eggs.
During the past 3 weeks it seemed easy to do 20 push ups. My pain tolerance grew higher and stronger thanks to the scientists' probing and Luke's hard workouts. And I thought it impossible.
For the past 3 weeks I heard every cry and whimper of the younger children. I had to endure the sight of their tear stained faces. I felt a pang of hurt on my chest every time but I knew I couldn't do anything.
The pretty red haired girl tried to stop Luke one time when he was yelling and pushing this little boy and she got electrocuted but thankfully it was nothing major.
I still remember the red hair girl's screams and Luke's sickening smile. I knew that that was just a lesson showing us that this was now our life and we couldn't do anything about it.
For the past 3 weeks we drank that neon blue liquid and we ate food with high protein and vitamins. For the past three weeks my hair grew longer I had to hide it with a tight bun. For the past 3 weeks laughter disappeared from the cafeteria, my blue green eyes grew duller and duller and my back didn't ache from the sleeping on the metal bed.
Now on the 4th week I learned to ignore the tick tocks of my metal room.
Okay I take it back, this is hard. After doing some crunches, leg pulls, abdominals and everything that has to do with exercising and workout they made us do some extras.
We ran three laps of 200 meters and then we did some climbing in ropes and pull-ups with a metal pole.
And that's where I find myself.
Sweat dribbled down from my forehead to my neck. My hands ached and they probably smelled like metal- or blood- my head was being assaulted by a huge migraine and everyone else was watching me.
"Come on! You're not here to do anything! Pull yourself up! You can not possibly be that weak, now can you?" Luke's voice kept on mocking me from behind, after some brown haired guy it was my turn. And seeing that I couldn't pull myself with the efficiency of others that's why Luke decided to step in and yell some encouraging comments. "Oh wait, . . . maybe that is why your parents gave you to us."
That struck home. I closed my eyes and breathed in. No, my parents wouldn't do that.
I knew that even though I kept telling myself that I would never believe it.
"No." I stuttered, tears welled up and blurred the pitiful faces of the other subjects. "No . . ."
"No? How dare you say that? I don't teach weak sorry excuses like you. So you either-"
My fingers were beginning to give up and my palms grew sweatier. "I-I can't!" my fingers gave up and I fell to the ground with a loud thud. The world spun a little and there was silence.
Then Luke lost it.
"No. No this is unacceptable! I'll teach you to never say no again and when I'm through with you, you'll wish you weren't even born!"
I grimaced and closed my eyes. But the beating never came. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a man in black talking to Luke in low whispers.
The fury and anger in Luke's hazel eyes slowly disappeared. He frowned and nodded, he straightened and the men stepped back.
"Alright, it seems I can not do anything to punish you for such . . . behavior but nonetheless, I can give you this. You'll stay and clean every night without S06792's help starting from today. Understood?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Good. You are dismissed." Everybody quickly exited the training room. Some lingered and shot me pitiful looks. Mason took longer in getting away from Luke.
"What's the matter S06792? I thought I said dismissed." Luke asked with his big arms crossed while glaring at Mason. Mason hesitated. He looked at me then back at Luke.
"I-I-"
"Yes?"
He looked at me one more time. Don't worry. He nodded slightly and steered his grey eyes back at Luke.
"Nothing sir. Excuse me." he said and confidently walked to the exit door. The metallic door closed behind him and Luke turned to me again.
He hummed and balanced his weight on his left foot. "Very well. I will leave you at it. Tomorrow morning I want to see everything sparkling clean and everything where it belongs.
Then he was out of the door.
My head fell and clanged against the sweat-covered floor. Might as well get it over with.
After I grabbed the cleaning supplies from the little closet inside the training room and after I mopped the floors and moved the work equipment and stacked the mats and cleaned everything I sat down to catch my breath.
I wiped the sweat with the back of my palm. With no AC turned on inside the training room and it being summer didn't helped.
My eyelids began to drop and my breathing slowed, maybe its time I go to sleep.
With a nod I stood up and headed for the exit Luke and Mason had already walked through. I stepped outside and a cool breeze hit me. The door closed behind me. With my eyelids dropped I walked to my room but before I could take the second step I felt something.
The sleepiness vanished from my body, my eyelids snapped open and adrenaline cursed through my veins. I felt like invisible strings pulling at me and they came from the other side of the hall.
It whispered me things like peace and joy and rest. It made me feel full of energy.
After debating the options of following those invisible strings or following the already marked path to my bedroom, my feet won by following the strings.
If somebody finds me wandering the halls I'm surely prohibited of even stepping foot in, I'm dead.
But I'm past the point of caring.
With every step I took I felt more alive, I felt full of energy. The whispers of joy grew louder till I couldn't hear the tap tap of my black shoes on the cold metal floors. I felt like I was on a spell, a trance. I could think but I couldn't do anything except follow the strings.
My body was controlled and the only thing left untouched was my mind.
I stopped when I came across a very secured metal door. The strings were still there and the door was the only thing blocking me.
Place your finger . . . place it . . . finger . . .place-your finger!
My hand rose up and I tapped my index finger against one of the little screens on the right side of the door.
Frist lock-disabled.
Type in the code . . .the code . . . type-code . . . 6547 9008 27763 . . .
My hand lowered to the second panel, there I typed in the code. There was a little ping sound.
Second lock-disabled.
Say the last code . . . say it . . . last code . . .
AllSpark.
I didn't even think twice. "AllSpark."
Code incorre- Third lock-disabled.
The metal door swooshed open and I kept following the strings until they ended. I snapped out of the haze and my body slumped. I cracked my head and my fingers.
Slowly I raised my head and saw a big metallic cube with strange symbols. The strings wrapped around my hand and then it slowly rose.
Slowly my palm grew closer to the surface of the cube until it touched. Time seemed to stop. The room grew cold albeit it being summer. But it was the good kind of cold, the comfortable cold.
The machines stuck on the walls hummed to life, the lights in the ceiling suddenly turned on and the floor began to tremble.
My hand burned but I couldn't take it away from the cube thing, the strings were still wrapped around it tightly.
My vision was filled with blinding white light and there were no longer whispers.
"Here is the dream you have requiem for a long time, child."
Then it all came back.