Chapter 7:
Captivity
The
General's face grew pale as the meaning of her words sunk in and before he could
even blink, she attacked.
Her moves were precise, but sluggish, and she was having trouble counteracting
the attacks Drayco's men were inflicting upon her.
She lunged at the first man and sliced his head clean off his shoulders, then
proceeded towards the General. Unfortunately, the men were ready for this one,
and began to open fire at her.
She successfully dodged a few bullets, weaving in and out of crouched and
frightened doctors, and swung her fist at Drayco's face. He was so alarmed, he
couldn't move; his body was breaking out in a cold sweat. A soldier hit the
back of her head with the blunt end of his rifle just as her blades came within
mere millimeters of Drayco's face.
She toppled over and rammed into the General's stomach, knocking him and her to
the floor. Before she could even attempt to get up they all pelted her with
shock bullets, which sent micro fibers of high pulsing electric charges all
over her body. She writhed and screamed in pain as shock after shock hit her,
until she passed out.
"Get her off me! GET HER THE FUCK OFF ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW! Off, Off, Off!"
Drayco lost all his composure as they lifted the creature off him and dropped
her to the floor. He was shaking profusely and by the puddle under his foot,
pissed his pants as well.
"How many of those things did you hit her with?"
"Six rounds, I believe, Sir," said the soldier closest to him.
'It only takes two bullets to knock out a regular person.' Drayco thought.
The General, slowly regaining himself, despite the smell of piss permeating the
room, turned to the head doctor originally in charge of the project.
"Looks like you and your staff will live a little longer after all."
With that he turned on his heels, with his head held high, and marched out of
the room, with his men following close behind.
*** END FLASHBACK***
After that incident they had been forced to put her in a steel room, chained
and shackled, with an inhibitor to keep her from having a 'psychotic fit', as
they called it. When she first woke she had fought against her restraints,
nearly broker her wrists clear off from the strain she was putting on them, and
that's when they upped her doses. Since then she hasn't moved.
"Completely catatonic," said Shay Hereka, the head doctor, in disbelief.
'The vid screens show no brain OR electrical activity, but she's still alive,
and all her other vitals are operating at a phenomenal rate.'
Knock, Knock
"Come in," Shay said distractedly.
"Any change yet?" asked the young colleague.
Silence
"Hello? Earth to Doc Hereka. You in there?" she asked worriedly.
"Huh, what did you say?"
"I said as there been any change yet."
"No. Unfortunately not Vita."
She sat down in the chair next to him and followed his gaze towards the
creature; her eyes were staring back at them with a sardonic emptiness that not
only startled Vita, but also sent noticeable shivers down her spine.
Removing her eyes from the hideous creature she turned to Dr. Hereka.
"How long have you been working on this project, Sir, if you don't mind my
asking."
"No not at all, Vita, you can ask me anything you want. You ARE one of my top
pupils and most aspiring newcomer to the project. Now that it's reopened that
is."
"So, how long?"
"Oh well, 23 years, I believe. I was here when they started with the first test
subject."
"And who might that be?"
"Why none other than THE RICHARD B. RIDDICK, himself," Shay said with a
chuckle.