[The name of my OC is Lydia Romanoff and is made up by me.]
"This is... interesting..." I heard him say.
In this moment I wanted to have him as much as I could. He watched me first indifferently and later intensely, when I started to unbutton the top button on his shirt.
"Tell me when to stop." I said, fiddling with my fingers underneath his tie. I wanted to keep it on because the knot looked so handsome untouched.
"Lydia..." Schrödinger said softly, making me look at him.
"This could be classified as a humiliation against my occupation. Perhaps only a mere threat to the official, but it might as well involve consequences." Schrödinger informed professionally, whilst all the time holding onto my wrists as he backed away from me when I neared him with every single step. He would have to stop at some point.
"Aren't you just embarrassed?" I asked with a smile, still walking toward him, even though he wouldn't let me continue with the removal of his shirt.
"Embarrassed?" Schrödinger asked me and stopped abruptly.
"Are you?" I asked again, tilting my head to the side. Schrödinger continued to stare at me, not letting go of my handcuffed wrists that were in front of his chest.
"Oh, Lydia." he said and suddenly let out a small giggle. "It takes more than that to embarrass me." he said in a low voice and released my hands. "But you dishonor me. This is not appropriate for any of us." he warned me again, but still managed a Cheshire grin.
"But why?" I asked, confused by his purpose. I didn't understand what he wanted from me.
Not touching and unspeaking we stood. Someone tried the door handle again and my heart speed up in agony.
"Schrödinger-"
"It would be against the purpose of Millennium. If someone finds out-"
"But they won't find out!" I interrupted him in a half-convincing whisper, looking into his eyes as I walked towards him once again.
Schrödinger's palms were placed on the side of the master's desk behind him.
"They'll never find out." I assured.
Schrödinger chuckled after watching my pleading expression for a while. He put his head to the side and looked down at me in a half-lidded way, refusing to give me any kind of physical affection. It was like he held onto the side of the desk for dear life.
"Don't get me wrong, I would like to get to know you a bit better too..." he confessed whilst looking into my eyes. He leaned back slightly, because he knew I would follow. That resulted in a short, effortless kiss. "But-" he quickly spoke when we had parted.
"I won't do anything more than that with you in here." he explained, happy and satisfied with the little peck.
"I don't believe you…" I said, shaking my head slowly. "You want to waste this time and push my love aside, and later on act like nothing happened and continue on with your dirty games." I said and Schrödinger blinked slowly in a listening manner.
"I'm not sure how much I can-"
Schrödinger cut me off by stepping away firmly from the desk, making me move away slightly but he was quick enough to grab my upper arms firmly. He leaned towards my face, looking me directly in the eyes.
"Then just hold on." he said quietly, making me breathless.
The door got vandalized again as someone refused to believe that it was locked. It bothered me to no end but Schrödinger was just as calm as he had been this entire time.
After a while he said "You're truly desperate Lydia, to allow that disturbing factor in your attempts to seduction."
He rolled his eyes in the most charming way since he kept his smile. "But as I mentioned, it's truly interesting…" he murmured, hands sliding down my arms to grab my hands.
"It's something thrilling with being caught, don't you agree Lydia?" his whisper was heard clearly after the noises had died down.
He held my hands gently and placed his lips in a long kiss in the corner of my mouth. Even though he was so close, his lips was far enough from my own so I wasn't able to kiss him back if I wanted to. Schrödinger was aware of that, of course, which explains why he did it. It wouldn't be that difficult for me to just move my head to the side and kiss him back wholeheartedly, but he somehow made me stay put and left me unable to do what I wanted.
I looked down at his chest. Three. I had managed to unbutton three buttons under his black tie.
"But isn't it even more daring to be completely by ourselves?" he asked and my heart skipped a beat. But I didn't want to wait. I didn't want to waste this time. It didn't matter if we got caught or not. Perhaps I didn't want to be left alone with him. Having people outside the room created a sense of security.
Schrödinger didn't see when my hands reached up to yet another button. Despite soon knowing what I was doing, he didn't try to stop me this time. He stood completely still until my hands met his trouser line, where his belt still was unbuckled from before when he had removed my handcuffs from it. He grasped onto my hands and held them still when they were in-between our lower regions. He stared at me without letting go of his hold.
"You must be far-off mad." he grinned and gave me a kiss before letting go of my hands. He kissed me again, slower, and a look of his own seduction took form on his face when he pulled away.
"Don't move." he said, unlocking the handcuffs swiftly, freeing my hands from the chains. "Only I'm allowed to touch you."
Whilst one of his hands fiddled with the key and the chains, he untied his tie with the other hand; tearing the Millennium-accessorized knot apart hastily with five impatient fingers. He's so small and careless, Schrödinger, but he always had such a neat knot around the military green collar that looked so perfect that it could've been made by a parent. I always admired his neat facade. But now, the fancy knot is ruined and long forgotten.
He removed his shirt, pulling it out from the hem of his trousers, and tossed it aside along with the Nazi swastika. He wore a loose fitting white tank top underneath his uniform, which also was tucked into his shorts.
I always knew Schrödinger is physically small, but looks strong. His slight and compact body had been exposed, perhaps more than it has ever been, and his well built arms were so visible they could ever be and not a single fiber in my body knew how I should react to this.
"Don't make any sort of resistance." he said, eyes glowing red. I was nervous now. He somehow looked like another person with his white top and matching gloves, and I was trying my hardest to not say anything, but I failed.
"What will you do?" he put a harsh finger in the air in order to silence me. "Don't make any sort of resistance." he repeated.
He grabbed my chin and moved my head in different angles, so he could have a good look on my blushing face. His hand said goodbye by brushing some of my hair away from my eyes and greeted my jaw line where his fingers slid down to my neck. Then, he dropped his hand to his side. He walked to my profile, touching my arm when he did, making sure I still had my gaze forward.
When he was out of my sight, I stared blankly ahead, waiting for what would happen next. Appearing behind me, his hand had left my limb and I could feel Schrödinger's breath on the nape of my neck. He placed his still gloved hands on my hips just as I shivered, and guided me towards his desk where he to my utter shock bent me over. All I could see was the white painted wall before me. The wall I had been staring at boringly so many times during my few lessons in here.
Hearing the sound of his belt once again, my whole human being froze. My guts went over the hills. This was not at all how I wanted it to be. He pinned my arms around my back.
"Schrödinger what are you-"
"Don't resist me, Eve." he said closely to my face while using that off beam name. His body was hanging over mine like he was shielding me from fiery rain from the sky, but he did anything but protecting me at this moment.
"Understood?" he murmured next to my ear. When he suddenly pulled away, I took the opportunity and exhaled. That could have been my last breath. After that, I heard how each of his knees bumped into the wood of the desk, the lower part of my body stuck between his front and the furniture. I looked up at the ceiling.
Dear Lord and Father of Mankind. Our Father who is in heaven, Hallowed be Your name… Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
But Schrödinger didn't want it to end like this either.
He swiftly nailed my wrists together in an uncomfortable position at my lower back, imprisoning me for the countless of times. He yanked my body away from the desk, making me fall back onto him. His hands were on me firmly, his touch far away from his gentle one as he lead me towards the exit, forcing my body to be as firm as his own as he violently brought out my body from the room.
He unlocked the door and kicked it open. I was not myself anymore. I didn't feel human anymore. I was the lowest form of life on earth.
Penelope. Ann. Kevin. I even spotted Naomi and Berry for the first time in this giant cage. I remember them as a completely normal couple from my historic past at Hellsing. Schrödinger ignored the unfamiliar faces, but I didn't know if he has met Naomi and Berry before. I don't know anything anymore.
Penelope looked excited when she saw me, but her excitement fell when she saw that I was arrested by a fourteen year old with a tank top and cat ears.
She would probably have grinned like a maniac and say something like "Hey Sweetie. You remember Naomi and Berry, right?" in the sickening sweetest voice she could master. Because everyone knows that she secretly hates Naomi because she "stole" Berry from her once upon a time, and I would be like "Oh, yes I do!" and I would be happy because I actually like Naomi. She is skinny with short red hair and she smells lemons, and she has a genuine sweet voice without even trying. We used to put little post-it notes on each other's work stations with cute messages and stickers on them.
Berry gave me a cinnamon bun once in the staffroom so he's okay too.
"Let's not make this half-heartedly." Schrödinger said, not bothered by my former trainee colleagues as he spoke to me, and me only.
Penelope had looked ready to attack me with questions, until she saw me in that weak condition, so she simply remained silent and gave me a worried look.
Ann and Naomi, even Kevin and Berry looked oddly worried. But they were also curious.
There's always someone curious.
"Isn't this one adorable! Does it have a name? Can I keep her?"
From being forcibly pulled out from the evening class by Schrödinger to stand face to face with a woman known as Rip Van Winkle; this day started to get a little bit too much for me.
"Unfortunately, she's arrested for inappropriate behavior, Fräulein." I heard Schrödinger say, holding onto my side firmly, which was slightly unnecessary since my wrists were stuck behind my back and I would be a fool to do any sort of resistance at all.
I looked at him, his gaze was on her, and her only. He had refused to look at me ever since he had pinned me to the desk. Van Winkle's tall, gangly form bent down towards me and I had nowhere to look but into her glowing blue eyes.
"Have you been naughty, Fräulein?" she asked in a clean, chiming voice, and I couldn't help myself but blush at the intensity in her stare.
"Messenger boy better watch out; he's no longer my favorite." she said, pinching my cheek with such carefulness that it was almost pathetic, and in that moment, I began taking a liking towards her. Her fingers were cold, despite wearing thin gloves and she smelled like licorice.
A sudden shock of terror entered her freckled face.
"You're not taking her to the isolation, are you?" she asked Schrödinger, even though her eyes were still on my face, examining every eyelash and pore that I had. Schrödinger's grip on me tightened and he grinned at her.
"I haven't decided." he chimed childishly. I'm shocked to admit this myself but I didn't really care anymore what would become of me. I was more interested in looking at the woman before me. She was just as wicked as her name, yet she had something elegant in her appearance.
Without having a word spoken, I blurted out "Your hair is beautiful." and that was the very first thing I had managed to say in this meeting, despite my condition. I felt like I was going to die soon anyway so no need to keep that compliment inside.
I've never seen so much hair on a person before; it reached down all the way to her calves. It was tinted black hair with the same gloss you can see in the hair color commercials. Her eyes widened and she managed to look even crazier than she did before and couldn't believe it when her freckled cheeks got a red color in them.
"Beata Maria, You know I am a sinning woman, but let me at least do you the favor of warning you of my overflowing sins." she prayed breathlessly - even though I had my doubts about her being religious – and cupped my face in her long gangly hands.
She shot Schrödinger a nasty look.
"What could she possibly have done to deserve this ugly treatment?" she mumbled with a pout on her lips and suspicion in her eyes.
That's a question I've been asking myself.
"There's nothing ugly with my current treatment..." he said calmly. "but if you want to know so badly..."
His grip softened, and then hardened again.
"She's suspended from evening class because she has disgraced and demeaned me as a guard with sexual harassment." he explained.
"What!?" I shrieked, looking at him, but Van Winkle didn't like the fact that I broke our eye contact very much and guided my face back to hers and whispered:
"Let us pour our sins into the bucket of holy water and conquer the world together."
Schrödinger chuckled at the abnormal woman.
"Fräulein, please let go of her face." he said, and I could sense that he was getting a bit annoyed.
I saw him in the corner of my eyes, still wearing the white tank top I first saw a few moments ago. If I'm not being mistaken, he seemed a little jealous of her indiscreet actions against me.
Her cold hands left my cheeks and I took this opportunity to lean down towards Schrödinger. He glanced at me with shimmering eyes, down at my lips and I only mimicked his movement. Misleading him with my sudden closeness, I licked my lips, took a deep breath and whispered:
"I'm more comfortable with her touching me than you."
Van Winkle's eyes widened once more, but it wasn't because of what I said this time, but what was coming after that.
A silence entered the whole corridor.
"Schrödinger..." Van Winkle said quietly with a nervous tone, walking to my other side.
She put a large hand on my shoulder.
"That was not necessary!~" she chimed in a sing-song voice.
I felt my left cheek sting from pain but it was difficult for me to understand what had happened at first, until I heard her confirm it.
"You don't go 'round hitting girls like this, especially not someone like this one, sex offender or not..."
Schrödinger didn't listen to her. He had released me completely and turned his back away from the two of us.
My eyes were wide in pure shock and I wanted to touch my face, but I couldn't do that since my arms was stuck behind my back.
Had he just...
His gloved hands shook in hard fists by his sides, as well as his exposed back muscles that the white cotton blend fabric stretched over.
I took a hesitant step towards him, feeling tears begin to take form in my eyes.
"Schrödinger…" I said, feeling heartbroken and confused.
"Fräulein." Van Winkle turned my gaze towards hers and put a hand on the sore side of my face.
"Come with me." she said and smiled so largely that her big glasses bounced up on her wrinkled nose.
"He's completely mad."
Van Winkle giggled at my comment as she poured hot water in my teacup.
"We're all mad here!" she said and glanced up at me. "You're too." she said contently.
"Me?" I asked, feeling perhaps a bit more innocent than I was
"Yes my young Fräulein." she said, slamming down the teapot on the table. She rubbed her hands against each other, looking around.
"Oh right!" she shouted in sudden realization. "The scones!" she stumbled up from her chair and it didn't take long for her to come back with a small basket full of freshly bakes scones.
"Do you know... what he is?" I asked carefully when she sat down with me at the little round table in her comfy room.
"Schrödinger? He's the Majors messenger boy. Our little pet, I suppose." she said, fingers dangling excitingly over the basket before grabbing the scone that appealed to her the most.
"But he's not human, is he?" I asked, picking a scone for myself.
"That's right, young Fräulein." she answered and dumped her tea bag on an empty plate. "He's anything but human; you could say that he's least human of all of us." she explained kindly. I watched her as she put a chunk of marmalade on her scone.
She, just like Schrödinger, had a constant smirk of her own. She's completely bonkers; I must admit, but I'm still utterly convinced that she's different, and that I genuinely like her. There must be a reason that I feel somehow safe and comfortable in the presence of her.
Her aura embraced me and made me trust her, even though she obviously was anything but human herself. Even though she's anything but what I am.
I glanced down in my tea.
"Would it be slightly idiotic of me if I perhaps believed that I have sort of developed a liking towards him?" I asked, feeling my face heat up with every word of mine that created a long, gobbledygook sentence that sounded more normal in my head.
Van Winkle looked at me with a scone stuck in her mouth and muffled sound left her. She plopped the whole bread in her mouth and swallowed, taking a deep sip from her drink, like she had all the time in the world. She cleared her throat after thinking for about a minute.
"Hmm..." she began in an charming hymn, unsure of what to say. "I do believe you are very mad, after all." she chuckled.
"But jokes aside..." she put her hand on my own which rested on the bright purple table cloth.
"The best thing for you Fräulein would be to just give it some time. Creatures like us are nothing like you humans; we have our needs, yes, but also our own personal limits. We're not monsters, my girl." she explained, and I listened as best as I could and nodded at her words, deeply in thought.
"But why are we here?" I asked, a bit ashamed of myself for asking so many questions.
"We?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "Are there more like you?" she asked wide-eyed.
"I came here along with a few other trainees from the Hellsing Organization." I explained and a look of disgust entered her face as she removed her hand, making me regret that I told her that.
"But I'm not like them." I assured quickly, almost missing her cold touch. "I'm really trying my hardest to be impartial in this. My past is unimportant. I just have to focus on getting through my days without wanting to kill myself." I said, my ending taking an unexpected melancholic turn, but it was the truth.
Van Winkle frowned underneath her big glasses. Her glowing blue eyes stared at me thoughtfully.
"I can see and sense and smell that you're different." she said. "Especially in comparison with those other imbeciles." she muttered in disgust.
"Have you met them?" I asked almost happily, curious about her thought on Penelope and the others.
"I've seen them, but I didn't want to touch them, or exchange words. And don't talk to me about the smell, it involuntarily nestled itself into my nose drills, and I didn't like that." she huffed, turning her face to the side."The short and fat wannabe devil worshipper and the other girl with the brown nest of hair who won't ever keep her lips cursed..." she muttered, slender fingers gracing her teacup.
"You're talking about Ann, and Penelope." I said, holding back a laugh at their first impressions on her. Her gaze snapped at me.
"Are those your friends?" she asked worryingly, eyebrows in distress.
"Not anymore." I said and I shook my head slowly, a grin breaking onto my face. Ann hadn't really done me anything wrong in general, but just thinking about Penelope made me sick. "I don't... get along well with Penelope." I said, trying to put it out as nicely as I could.
"The brunette who priorities mascara in a prison? Hideous girl. Stay away from her." she told me seriously, like a mother would.
"Don't worry." I said, holding the ear of my teacup so tightly, it might as well snap at any given moment.
"I hate her." I said and Rip Van Winkle began laughing hysterically.
My little conversation with Rip Van Winkle almost made me forget all about what Schrödinger actually had done. He had slapped me. It might not be the worst thing he has ever done to me, but just the simple fact that he actually decided to hit my face like that, all for the sake of my careless, yet harmless words, hurts. It hurts like hell.
I snuggled even more into the covers of my bed when I heard footsteps from the outside of my door.
"Breakfast, inmate!"
Of course, it wasn't Schrödinger who picked me up either. So much for being his duty. I sat up slowly, every fiber of my being told me no, but I knew I had to.
"Where are your handcuffs, inmate?" was the first question I got after standing exposed to the guard in the doorway.
"I don't know." I answered, and I actually didn't. Perhaps I accidently left them in Van Winkle's place after our tea time. She helped me get out of them after she took me away from Schrödinger so we could have tea without any trouble.
The guard sighed and unbuckled the spare ones on his belt. While putting them on my wrist carelessly he muttered to himself.
"Must be some brainless, stupid guard, who left along with them, idiotic incompetents... Am I the only one who can do my job right?" he muttered in a German accent. I watched him. He was about 40 years old. He had dark brown hair and heavy eyebrows, stubble beard and visible cheekbones. These guards always have outstanding cheekbones.
"You, on the other hand, must be really good at your job." I complimented, adding a sweet smile while he tightened the handcuffs harder. His movements suddenly got gentler, and he took a few seconds to examine me. My hair was undone and I probably had dark circles around my eyes, but he seemed to like what he saw.
He tugged at the handcuffs, one last rough time and murmured in my ear with a smirk, "I'm good alright."
He gave my back a push towards the dining area. "Move, inmate." he ordered, and I could feel something in my heart drop. It wasn't Sir Daddy Moo's extended "mooove", but I guess I can get used to this sort of treatment, as I must get used to everything else.
When we arrived to the dining room, it was more empty than usual. All of my former colleagues were seated, and a few soldiers here and there. I glanced at them in the corner table. They always sat in the corner table. When I saw Penelope, an idea struck me and I glanced up at my temporary or completely new escort.
"Excuse me." I said softly to him. He glared down at me.
"I'm aware that we're not allowed to sit in groups, but it seems like they've rejected that idea. I know it's wrong, but may I join them? I've been feeling very lonely lately…" I asked, pointing to their table. I blinked like I had something stuck in my eyes, and my lips turned into a light pout. The guard shot a glare towards their table, and looked back at me suspiciously. I moved closer to him, not leaving his eyes.
"Please." I whispered softly.
He cleared his throat as my face was a bit too close for him to bear in front of a slight crowd of people. When a small red blush embraced those sharp cheekbones, he gave me another push forward.
"Proceed." he said. His voice cracked when he spoke and I had to suck in my lips to not laugh at how stupid he was.
Mission almost completed. My eyes had her targeted, and I walked rapidly towards the brown waves of hair, trying to remain calm, but my heart was beating like never before. I had thought this through this morning, ever since my escort greeted me by my cell. I knew exactly what I was going to say to Penelope, for her to know my true intentions.
I walked quickly past the place where you picked your food, but no one seemed to care that I was more than walking, empty-handedly towards my own group of people, no one except one. He was here and he had been here the entire time, waiting for me. And he stood leaned against the wall in the middle of the dining room, watching me walk across the floor between chairs and tables and seated Millennium soldiers.
His ears perked up at the sight of me and a clearer grin took form on his face as he watched me make my way over to my corner. He was once again fully dressed in his complete Nazi uniform. All buttons buttoned. Swastika in place on his upper arm, and black tie perfectly knotted and accessorized with the symbol of his organization nailed to it.
I only gave him a glance when I passed him, and seeing those keen pink orbs look at me gave me the last adrenalin I needed. I didn't stop to say hi, I kept walking towards her, and I was convinced that Schrödinger knew. His eyes remained on me, and he continued to watch me as I got closer and closer to the table in the corner.
Having Schrödinger in my back helped me to do things I might not be able to do on my own.
He watched me closely after I'd faced Penelope's exciting greeting and never stopped from there.
"Hi, Lydia! I'm glad you're here, We thought-" Penelope cut off herself as I leaned down towards her and interrupted her eating. Everyone was here. Ann. Kevin. Naomi. Berry, and they all looked at me curiously, always curiously.
"You were right." I said to her.
"What?" she asked even though she heard me just fine, already getting too full of herself as a proud expression began taking form on her face.
"I was right about what?" she repeated my words, so the others would be certain about what I'd said to her and her only. I beamed at her, and stood up properly, watching the whole squad.
"You only have to find the right guard." I said, making sure that all of the people sitting there could hear. I mentioned back to the man who escorted me earlier, who stood talking to one of his partners.
"If it weren't for your advice about seducing them, Penelope, then I wouldn't be standing here right now. Thank you for sharing your naughty hacks with me."
A large blush spread across Penelope's face as the others looked at each other scandalously, and then all at her at once.
"Penelope!" Ann shouted accusingly with a wordless grin.
"W-w-what? " she asked nervously, trying to act as her usual, sweet self, but the angry eyes she gave me betrayed her.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Lydia." she muttered to me grimly.
"Oh, don't worry Pen..." I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed; I always knew you were an expert on things like that. With your looks, you must have your way here everyday." I said and smiled, hoping she would understand that I didn't want to be her friend anymore. I let my hand leave her shoulder. "No matter what you must do." I finished.
Feeling like I'd proven my point already, I turned towards the food area. I think I had a smirk on my face. At least I thought it was. I'm not sure if I'm capable of pulling off a smirk of my own. I dumped an awkward silence at their table. Ann cleared her throat and Kevin and the others looked around uncomfortably.
It wasn't until a stunned chuckle left Berry - Penelope's former love interest - that really set Penelope off. I turned around at the sound of cutleries clattered against the table, and Penelope was standing up in her seat, outraged.
"Are you implying something, Lydia?!" she shouted, her question echoing in the dining room.
Schrödinger was right, she wasn't a smart person. She already had snapped the attention of a handful of soldiers and other staff members. I didn't answer her. Not only because it would involve me in this badly formation of an unpleasant incident, but also because my flight-mode kicked in. I didn't like it when people shouted at me.
"I know what you're trying to call me!" she cried out, dark hair flying around her tomato face.
The whole cafeteria fell silent before her voice. Even the guards were too puzzled at her sudden outburst to do anything. Everything felt so absurd. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry when I stood there awkwardly in the middle of the dining room, the large Swastika hovering above us all with my both hand in front of me in handcuffs, and Penelope shouting at me from the top of her lungs.
"If someone's a WHORE then it's YOU Lydia! Your UGLY- "
Me eyes were already wide. Seeing her like this, and hearing her voice scream like a wounded pig. Being called a whore wasn't the most appealing thing either, but what made me completely devastated was beyond every dirty insult she could've come up with. My eyeballs were almost out of my head from the biggest shock I've had in my entire life.
Not at her rage. Not at her words. Not at her sudden outburst. But another sort of burst, an explosion, a loud bang. Just after she had yelled that, a tiny movement could be seen in the corner of my eyes, and just like that, her enraged face froze, and her brown-curled head fell down on the table, the rest of her body collapsing sitting on her chair.
Ann and Naomi shrieked and Kevin quickly stood up. Berry was too dumbfounded to give off any reaction at all.
"OH MY GOD!" Ann exclaimed in terror, grabbing Naomi at her side, who looked like she wanted to throw up.
At first I thought that Penelope had gotten so angry with me that she had blown up herself like a cartoon figure, but that wasn't the case at all. Someone had put a bullet in her head. I looked a Schrödinger, who lowered the weapon just in time for me to know that it was him. Then he tossed the weapon back to a random guard at his side who received it with a confusion that was telling me that he wasn't even aware of Schrödinger "borrowing" it.
I looked back at the scene. Blood leaked out from her skull; soaking both her hair and her peach colored shirt. I remember how much she liked that shirt; and how she always had to say that her aunt had said that the color suited her. Every single time she wore it. The silence was absolute. My lips formed into a grin, yet my voice came out sore and saddened.
"Pen..." I said. I stepped closer to her. "Penelope." I said, lips trembling.
She didn't answer me. The whole table had been covered with the red liquid. Penelope's plate bathed in blood in front of her. She hadn't even finished her meal. The only response I got was the sound of a string of blood that had flooded down to the floor like a tiny waterfall from a cliff. Her cutlery remained where she had tossed them furiously. I stood beside her now, placing my hand on top of her head. Her hair was damp and the palm of my hand felt moisturized.
"Finish your food Penelope." I whispered. I fell to my knees beside her chair. "Eat Penelope…"
My knees felt soaked. The floor was already stained. I put my hand on her lower back, accidently transferring blood to the peach fabric without intending to.
"Eat up." I said, and I heard an unfamiliar voice answer me.
"Move inmate."
"But she must finish!" I explained, utterly convinced that she was still alive. I was looking desperately up at a guard who stared down at the mess like it was a pile of trash he had to take care off, and I was in the way for his waste disposal service.
People began gathering around the table. Berry, who finally was able to get out of his chair, grabbed Naomi, mentioning for her to get away from the situation. Ann had left long ago, crying hysterically with Kevin not far behind. I embraced Penelope's waist. I was the only one left with her.
"Inmate. You got five seconds to-"
"NO! GET AWAY FROM HER!" I cried, hugging her to me. The chair moved in the process and her lifeless body fell on top of me.
Penelope was a lot heavier than she looked. I held her in my lap anyway, looking up at all the unfamiliar faces above me with terror in my eyes. Everyone looked the same. Everyone had frowns; lips in straight lines, sharp cheekbones and heavy eyebrows. Everyone except one.
This one had a grin on his face, and a gleeful shine in his eyes and he was watching the scene with curiosity, ears perking up to the ceiling like he just had found a little rat to play with. Because that's what I am, am I not?
We're all lab rats in this awful experiment. Not all of us may come out alive, but the one who gets out won't ever be the same again. The guard, who spoke to me earlier, took out his gun and pointed it at my head.
"Move away from her, inmate." he said and wouldn't hesitate to kill me the same way Schrödinger had killed Penelope. Mentioning Schrödinger; his ears wiggled in sudden realization that his toy mouse was in danger, and he stepped into the scene at last. He held his hand up.
"Oh, hold on now. Haven't we had enough death already?" he chimed with a nervous grin, standing in between me and the gunman. "Just give her a moment."
He turned to me and offered me a hand.
"Can you stand?" he asked quietly, his soft smile calming my soul.
I looked down; both of my hands were on Penelope, on her head, trying to keep it all in to the best of my ability.
The moment my hands left her, I realized that I just stepped into his world. He pulled me to his chest and I stepped over her corpse, accidently stepping on her hand. Schrödinger examined my wrists, making sure the handcuffs were still there, before he turned my body away from the scene and led me towards the exit, walking alongside me.
Tears streamed down my face as we walked through the endless corridors.
Schrödinger moved his hands from my arms and put them around my waist fondly when he was sure we were out of sight.
"You're brave, Lydia." he said.
"You're brave."