Part VI
"Come on, Doc said it's time for you to wake up." Trent nudged her in the side.
Jack groaned as she opened her eyes to the lights above her in the Med Lab. Fear and panic set in and all grogginess was left behind. She tried to move but found her hands were held to the table by the restraints. "Arrgh!! Let me out of this!!"
Trent smirked to her. "Don't worry everything went smoothly. They already disposed of the nuisance you had."
Jack let her head fall back against the table as she closed her eyes, she could feel her heart breaking. A few tears slipped down from her now closed eyes as turmoil raged throughout her. She felt Trent leaning over her and undoing the restraints. They have to pay. I want them to pay. I want to feel their blood on my hands, hear them beg for mercy they'll never get. Once he freed her hands he pulled her into a sitting position, getting ready to attach a new pair of restraints. She opened her eyes and growled as she shoved him backwards with her weight. It caught him by surprise and she had him pinned against a tall cabinet, her forearm pressing into his throat.
He moved his hand towards his gun slowly. She growled at his gesture and yanked the gun from his side, flinging it across the room. Trent peered at her wide eyed now. All the humanity had drained out of Jack's eyes, and as far as she was concerned, her soul. She didn't care anymore, she just wanted to make them suffer for the pain they caused her. The look in her eyes was nothing but animalistic rage.
"Scared of me now?," she spoke slowly as her other hand opened a drawer. She gave him a feral grin as she pulled a scalpel from the drawer. Trent was starting to shake and her grin widened even more. She could smell it now, … his fear. He was scared to death and she reveled in it.
She played the smooth side of the blade over his cheeks, careful not to cut him… yet. She moved her arm down slightly, leaning up to whisper in his ear, her voice a mere whisper. "You should be…," she laughed softly as she made a slight cut on his cheek. He flinched from it but mostly from fear. She smiled at him slowly, "I think I'll kill you slowly…," her voice lowered a tad, "… more fun for me."
Trent went to protest, to call out for help. Jack growled and raked the scalpel through his clothes on his side, slicing deep into the flesh then pulling the blade up quickly. Trent sucked in a breath and shuddered as he felt the blood flow down his side. Jack grinned, almost sadistically, to him, "Mmmm… I'm not even started yet 'dear'…"
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When the doctor opened the door to the Med Lab he came to an abrupt halt. The sight before him was gruesome. Blood covered different parts of the room and Trent laid on the table face down and cut open, his innards partly on the table and floor. Blood was pooled on the table and dripping off at the foot of it. Trent himself was covered in blood and his clothes had many cuts in them.
"How nice of you to join us doctor…," her voice was calm as she stepped from behind a row of shelves. Blood matted her hair and cheeks, an insane grin plastered on her face.
The doctor stumbled back out the door and managed to close it just before she slammed her body against it. She hissed at him as she glared through the small window on the door. It looked like Mr. Archer was right. She had completely lost it… and the body inside that room proved it. The doctor pressed the COM button on the console by the door. "Send down some men. We have a hostile in the Med Lab. We need to move her to solitary."
It took a total of four guards to hold her down as they put restraints on her. Once her hands and legs were securely locked in them the doctor walked up to her. "You're starting to prove uncooperative Ms. Reed."
"You treat me like an animal I'll act like one!," she spit venomously back at him.
He made an unpleasant face at her. "Then we'll cage you like one until you cool down. …Put the bit in her mouth."
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Jack wasn't sure how many days she'd been left in that room. Her hands were held by restraints that fell from the ceiling and her feet were chained to the floor, leaving her immobile. The bit had worn the skin at the corners of her mouth raw. The time she'd spent in the room so far had shown her that there was a beast in every human. And she learned how a monster could be made, from the numerous beatings she was given by various guards. Each paying her back for killing Trent.
She couldn't remember when she'd last had a sane thought. The only thing that filled her mind was vengeance and rage. They'd provoked a dangerous animal when they took her baby. She knew now that she wouldn't let them take the last person here that meant something to her… her kitty-cat… her Sil.
Oh no… you boys won't her. Once a mother cat's been provoked, a fight to the death is sure to come soon enough. I just have to bide my time… wait and watch… observe my prey… learn their weaknesses… then silently, like the noble hunter… go in for the kill.
