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Chapter 4
Pain.
Kathleen woke up with an aching body, her muscles felt laden with lead, and she got a blinding headache. And when she tried to sit up she felt like she was being hit by lightning, jolts of pain shot throughout her entire being. With a moan she finally settled back into her bed.
She tried to remember what happened, and more importantly where she is now. This place doesn't look like a hospital, but looking through the wounds that she can actually see, she was properly taken care off, and the neatness in the dressing of her wounds tells her that a doctor patched her up. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what exactly happened to her, and how she got in this place. With a sickening thud, it all came flooding back to her.
She remembered working for the Scott's as a doctor inventing a skin that would help the younger brother to recover from his hideous state. In the Scott residence she got everything she needed, from the state of the art equipments to the experienced people she needed to help her in her research. Although she has everything a scientist could ever ask for, she wasn't allowed to wonder the mansion, she is to stay in her lab and do her work, if she wishes to go out, she would have to tell one of the guards to accompany her, she is never to ask a question on the happenings in her surroundings, all she has to was her job.
Being a spit fire and a curious person as she would mildly put herself to, she always asked questions she is forbidden to ask. She always suspected that the Scott's are doing something illegal, she loathed to work for them, but the opportunity to be able to complete her research and project with the generous help from them is very tempting. So at night she would prowl the mansion, hiding at every corner when somebody walks in, she just wanted to know the people she is working for, as she would always tell herself when the idea of being caught is getting to her.
Once when she was caught, Daniel the older brother, patted her cheek and coldly stared at her while reminding her the reason for her stay. And telling her in a not so subtle way that if she found out something, anything at all, she would find herself in the streets or worse...being the stubborn lady she is, she retorted that they could never find another one like her, nor find another soul who can find a way to make a synthetic skin that could help his little brother. Daniel only laughed at her which made her more furious, she is not a prisoner damn it!. Daniel grabbed her hard and kissed her square in the lips, she pushed him away and delivered a rather hard slap and stalk out the room.
She knew many women would want to be kissed by the dashingly handsome Daniel, with her blond playboy look, and cool baby blue eyes of his, many ladies are swooning all over him with just a single smile. But for her, she finds him cold and calculating, always on the look out, not to mention in her opinion a bastard who deserve nothing better, and only a demented person would fall for him.
Then she remembered that particular event that causes her to leave that place. She was on her nightly prowl when she heard an argument coming from the end of the hallway. Daniel was having an argument with one of his "clients", the argument was heating up, then suddenly Michael got fed up and started shooting at the unsuspecting man, even Daniel seemed shocked. Daniel ordered him to stop but Michael wouldn't listen, he kept firing like some demon from hell has taken possession of his body.
The wild look on Michael's eyes as he kept firing his gun, was a something she would never forget. Even Michael's burned features is nothing compare to the horror that she witnessed that night. Being a burned specialist she was accustomed to the sight of burned people, some of them was unrecognisable, and yet those are nothing compared to what she saw.
She tried to escape and was found, they started shooting at her, she remembered what it felt like when the bullet entered her body, she decided there and there she would never in her life get shot again, the pain she felt was so intense she though she was going to faint, but her determination to escape gave her the strength to continue. She hid in the darkness, then when she was certain that they were gone, she continued on... she already lost a lot of blood, and she was already staggering. She found a small whole in a wall that she used to hide her work she manage to take with her, she would not let those people get
something she spent almost her whole life on.
She remembered walking on some more when she fell into some sort of a tunnel and hit her head. She used the walls for support, but the pain and blood lost is really getting to her, the last thing she remembered was a alarm system going on when she passed out, then after sometime she could swore she just saw a pair of two hazel brown eyes that seemed to stare right through her soul. That pair of eyes is the only thing that she used to cling to when she was haunted by dreams, those plus a deep baritone voice that is telling her everything is going to be alright.
And now that she is awake, she still hadn't have a clue where she is or who saved her. She tried to sit up to look around and see if she could get a clue on where she is, but her body kept protesting and pain shot through her ones again, so with a grunt she fell back to bed and let the darkness and the peace of sleep get her ones more.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Chapter 4
Pain.
Kathleen woke up with an aching body, her muscles felt laden with lead, and she got a blinding headache. And when she tried to sit up she felt like she was being hit by lightning, jolts of pain shot throughout her entire being. With a moan she finally settled back into her bed.
She tried to remember what happened, and more importantly where she is now. This place doesn't look like a hospital, but looking through the wounds that she can actually see, she was properly taken care off, and the neatness in the dressing of her wounds tells her that a doctor patched her up. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what exactly happened to her, and how she got in this place. With a sickening thud, it all came flooding back to her.
She remembered working for the Scott's as a doctor inventing a skin that would help the younger brother to recover from his hideous state. In the Scott residence she got everything she needed, from the state of the art equipments to the experienced people she needed to help her in her research. Although she has everything a scientist could ever ask for, she wasn't allowed to wonder the mansion, she is to stay in her lab and do her work, if she wishes to go out, she would have to tell one of the guards to accompany her, she is never to ask a question on the happenings in her surroundings, all she has to was her job.
Being a spit fire and a curious person as she would mildly put herself to, she always asked questions she is forbidden to ask. She always suspected that the Scott's are doing something illegal, she loathed to work for them, but the opportunity to be able to complete her research and project with the generous help from them is very tempting. So at night she would prowl the mansion, hiding at every corner when somebody walks in, she just wanted to know the people she is working for, as she would always tell herself when the idea of being caught is getting to her.
Once when she was caught, Daniel the older brother, patted her cheek and coldly stared at her while reminding her the reason for her stay. And telling her in a not so subtle way that if she found out something, anything at all, she would find herself in the streets or worse...being the stubborn lady she is, she retorted that they could never find another one like her, nor find another soul who can find a way to make a synthetic skin that could help his little brother. Daniel only laughed at her which made her more furious, she is not a prisoner damn it!. Daniel grabbed her hard and kissed her square in the lips, she pushed him away and delivered a rather hard slap and stalk out the room.
She knew many women would want to be kissed by the dashingly handsome Daniel, with her blond playboy look, and cool baby blue eyes of his, many ladies are swooning all over him with just a single smile. But for her, she finds him cold and calculating, always on the look out, not to mention in her opinion a bastard who deserve nothing better, and only a demented person would fall for him.
Then she remembered that particular event that causes her to leave that place. She was on her nightly prowl when she heard an argument coming from the end of the hallway. Daniel was having an argument with one of his "clients", the argument was heating up, then suddenly Michael got fed up and started shooting at the unsuspecting man, even Daniel seemed shocked. Daniel ordered him to stop but Michael wouldn't listen, he kept firing like some demon from hell has taken possession of his body.
The wild look on Michael's eyes as he kept firing his gun, was a something she would never forget. Even Michael's burned features is nothing compare to the horror that she witnessed that night. Being a burned specialist she was accustomed to the sight of burned people, some of them was unrecognisable, and yet those are nothing compared to what she saw.
She tried to escape and was found, they started shooting at her, she remembered what it felt like when the bullet entered her body, she decided there and there she would never in her life get shot again, the pain she felt was so intense she though she was going to faint, but her determination to escape gave her the strength to continue. She hid in the darkness, then when she was certain that they were gone, she continued on... she already lost a lot of blood, and she was already staggering. She found a small whole in a wall that she used to hide her work she manage to take with her, she would not let those people get
something she spent almost her whole life on.
She remembered walking on some more when she fell into some sort of a tunnel and hit her head. She used the walls for support, but the pain and blood lost is really getting to her, the last thing she remembered was a alarm system going on when she passed out, then after sometime she could swore she just saw a pair of two hazel brown eyes that seemed to stare right through her soul. That pair of eyes is the only thing that she used to cling to when she was haunted by dreams, those plus a deep baritone voice that is telling her everything is going to be alright.
And now that she is awake, she still hadn't have a clue where she is or who saved her. She tried to sit up to look around and see if she could get a clue on where she is, but her body kept protesting and pain shot through her ones again, so with a grunt she fell back to bed and let the darkness and the peace of sleep get her ones more.
TO BE CONTINUED...