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Wish
Chapter Seven: Inside Outside
It was dark, usually when I was in her head I could see through my eyes, but they were closed. Luckily, like most unconscious beings, I could still hear. Sometimes I wish I could close my ears.
The doctors had carried my body and treated the stitches, Dr. Carsio had actually helped, since he was one of the few doctors that new the truth about me. Lord Folken had been requested to check up on my condition every hour, and to take that report directly to the sorcerers. The four most deadly men in Zaibach, even Dilandau tried to stay away from them, or so he thought.
"She is very pale, her lips have no colour and her pupils are dilating at a delayed rate." The annoying bright light was shon into my eyes again. I couldn't tell, but I think it was another docter doing the current tests. "Her pulse is normal but her breathing is shallow."
Folken stared from the corner of the room, away from the bright lights of the room. The memories dreadfully reminiscent of when Dilandau had had repurcussions of his 'changed fate', he suspected that the sorcerers had attempted this to the girl as well, since there could be no other reason for their interest. He stared at her still form, seeming small under the thin white sheets of the bed, her face pale and hair tousled.
What could they have done to her?
"Sir?" The doctor had been trying to get his attention for a while now, finally Folken snapped out of the trance he was in and diverted his eyes from her body. "Would you like the report now?" the doctor asked and pushed the clipboard towards the tall brooding man. Folken took the report then proceeded to walk out of the medical wing and to the restricted area of the sorcers' laboratory, his dark black cape that matched theirs, flowing behind him.
***
'Colubra?' I asked weakly, she had shut her mind from me. I felt her turn her back from me.
'It hurts.' She said, I didn't feel the wound in my stomach, while she had control she also felt everything with my senses, including pain.
'Why did you do it then.' I didn't really want to bring back the fact that she would've killed that man. I already knew her answer, but I wanted to hear it.
'You know why, I just do. I'm 'programmed' to.' She replied bitterly. Programmed to kill. Great, this was like a bad dream.
'Can't you control yourself from killing?' I asked meekly, searching for a solution.
'No more than you can control me.'
***
Folken entered the dimly lit huge room that he had grown accustomed to spending his days in, the four sorcerers were still where they had been when he had come in an hour earlier. One stood, the other ignored him, hunched over and concentrating on their work on the drawing boards – some kind of new weapon or something, Folken had bee told it was only for those on a need –to –know basis, and he supposedly didn't need to know.
The one that stood was now standing before him, tall, like he, except bald and had had a bored look on his face, expecting Folken's report.
"No change." Was Folken's monotone response. The man furrowed his brow.
"Any explicit physical damage?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, 'Why would they care!' he said inwardly.
"The stab wound has been stitched and the effects of it will be minimal." Folken answered through clenched teeth. The sorcerer noticed this and turned from the man,
"You may go." And Folken turned to leave.
***
'Man, over a hundred stitches in one week, what are you trying to do, kill yourself?' I asked, now becoming bored with doing nothing and itching for conversation.
Silence.
'I miss Shake & Bake chicken. I used to help my mom make it. And my kitten.' I said aloud. 'I could be snowboarding or tobogganing or having a sleep over right now, with all my friends. But no, I'm stuck on this dumb-ass planet stuck in my body but I can't do anything with it.' Colubra didn't flinch. 'My body's unconscious, right?' She nodded. 'What'll they do with us?' I referred the unknowns that had put her in me, since she admitted she wasn't here on her own will.
'They'll try to fix me.' I stopped my childishness and became serious.
'You know who they are?' I screamed at her. She had only just remembered. 'We got to work on your memory, girl.' I said pissed off, and let her explain.
'They're the sorcerers, I think, they work for Zaibach, creating – stuff – helping Dornkirk.' She stumbled, recalling the memory only in fragments. 'I was a person, I think, just like you, no, no – I had no family. A warrior, discovered in the camps of Zaibach, they – signed me up and then – Folken, yes, Lord Folken brought me too them – the sorcerers – I, they did all these tests against my will – then I – I can't remember anymore.' She looked at me – since she had no form, I only got the general idea of what she did through her emotions. I smiled.
'It's alright. Do you remember why they'll try to fix you?' She nodded. She really was like a new born child to this world, other than what she was 'programmed' to do, she didn't really hate I don't think.
'Because you had control and hindered me from killing him.' My emotions dropped as they realization of exactly what I was dealing with hit me – evil, one of the few beings with potential to fall in love with Dilandau.
***
Folken walked into the room of working men for the eighth time that day, he was getting sick of their attitudes toward him, acting as if he was just an annoyance, even though he was at the same rank as they.
"She has improved. Up to the standard you set at least, she is breathing normally." They sorcerers finally moved from their stations at his response and put away their things, one rolled out a large, steel bed, with leather restraints on it. An image flashed through Folken's head as he remembered himself being strapped onto it when some of the same doctors that were currently attending to Sara's body were assembling his metal arm onto his body. He had only been conscious for a brief time during the operation, but the images were still fresh in his memory. 'Bastards.' He thought, remembering the weak figure lying in the hospital bed.
"Send for her." Was all they said and Folken left the room for the last time that day.
***
They lifted my body and put me on a stretcher. I only knew that I was moving by the light breeze over my face. Colubra still felt the pain through my body, I guess I could refer to it now as her body, since we both had the rights to it – she controlled it, but I had been born into it. Colubra's eyes were still closed, she was still unconscious as she was wheeled into the large, echoing room.
"Leave us be." A deep voice said. One of the four voiced I would hear that night that Colubra vaguely remembered as the sorcerers.
***
Folken paced outside the door of the room. She had been in there for two hours, and the thick tall doors that separated them only kept out the voices, the occasional scream was what kept him there. He didn't know why he felt this way for her, like she was a younger sister, maybe is was her personality and stubbornness that reminded him of Van. And his loyalty might have something to do with her power hungry attitude that mimicked Dilandau. "Speak of the devil." He mumbled as Dilandau walked passed and noticed him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, he had been going somewhere, but the fact that Folken was standing outside the sorcerers 'lair' with a disturbed expression on his face enticed his curiosity. Dilandau turned and folded his arms, awaiting the response.
"It's the girl, Sara, they have her." Folken told, seeming to be annoyed at the fact he had to talk when he wanted to hear anything he could. Dilandau lowered his eyes, he knew the potential the sorcerers had, he slightly worried for her, than reasoned he shouldn't care and turned and left.
'Dilandau is one mysterious kid.' Folken thought, then turned his attention back to the unmoving door just in time to see Sara open it and walk out. He rushed to her side.
"Folken – " She mumbled, then collapsed in his arms. He lifted her up, her small frame light in his arms and carried her to her room, where he left her on her bed for the rest of the day.
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