After over an hour of going up and down staircases I finally found the
dining hall.
Just as the dinner bell began ringing.
The place was completely empty and the corrugated steel was still in place. But as I began walking towards it whirring and grinding became apparent to my ears. That's when I noticed that the corrugated steel was raising to reveal the cafeteria. By now I was already at the cafeteria so I just ducked underneath into the stifling heat.
As I looked at the plates in front of me none of them seemed to look very appetizing, to be totally honest, everything just looked .soggy. There were mushy peas among other stuff, which I just couldn't identify. Thank goodness they made sandwiches and had packets of crisps as well. Mainly because the rest of the food looked like they were going to mutate in the next five minutes.
"If you stare at that sandwich any more you might see it move." A soft voice whispered in my ear.
I quickly grabbed one of the sandwiches in front of me, walked out and grabbed a seat at the table I was at before. Five seconds later I heard the uneven scrape of someone pulling a chair back with only one hand. Someone who I never wanted to see again, let alone help. I moved my head slightly so I wasn't looking at him but not so much that it was noticeable that I was trying to avoid eye contact from him. I also unconsciously edged away from him a few centimetres.
I unwrapped the sandwiches and started to chew it slowly not taking note of even what I was eating. We didn't say a thing to each other. I didn't know what to feel to him.
Anger or fear?
Loathing or panic?
Rage or terror?
In the end I didn't do a thing. I just sat there staring at the table in front of me while automatically putting the food into my mouth, chewing and then swallowing for then the process to start all over again. In about two minutes I had finished both sandwiches, the only reason I knew, was because I realized I was about to bite my fingers off. By now the dining hall was filled with normal noises of plates being constantly tapped by cutlery and the murmur of people talking. I just hoped that I wouldn't hear people's thoughts again in case I was to end up fainting again and hearing/feeling Caroline's.. I frowned. Where are those people who were here before?
"Something wrong?" His voice had that lilt at the end, which seemed like he was actually curious but then, I've been deceived by him before.
"Ah was just wonderin'.where are t'guys who were here before?" I asked slowly with my eyes still downcast.
"They're working on something else at the moment." Was his curt reply.
"Okay.can I leave the table?" and already I'm asking his permission to leave the table. Before, I would have just said "Ah'm away now" or something like that. I NEVER asked if I could leave the table. Don't think I don't have table manners, I do, but I just didn't think it was necessary before. I mean, what's the point of asking permission to leave the table when it's just the three of you? You don't have to impress anyone, I only do it when mum's got friends over and I sometimes don't do when they're around either. But then again, I wasn't tortured before.
"Yes."
I slowly got to my feet and I scooped up the wrapper as well. As I walked passed the numerous tables I heard the volume of their occupant's conversations decrease slightly and I felt them stare after me.
"Charlie!"
Slowly I turned around to see Doctor walking up to me. When he came level with me he pressed something into my hand. Looking down, I saw it was my 'blade.
"This is how you get to dishes. Go through that corridor." he pointed towards the door I was about to walk through. "Go up the stairs at the end of that corridor until you can't go up anymore. That's where you'll find them." He finished. Silently nodding I followed his directions. I walked up slowly this time up the stairs, as I didn't want to end up winded again. As I walked through the doors I turned to my left to go into the nearest room.
Walking into the room I saw that the dish was a classic bowl. 'Aw nut's, where's ma launcher?' As I thought this I dug my hands into my pockets. And was amazed when my hand curled around my launcher. Pulling it out I was surprised to how much lighter it felt compared to the last time I used it. "Before Ah came here ." On instinct I loaded my 'blade on the launcher and pulled the ripcord out of pure frustration.
'Ah don' ge' i'. Why did they choose t' kidnap me?! Ah was just a random kid they picked up off the streets. Maybe if Ah hadn' decided t' go ou' Ah wouldn' be here. Maybe if Ah was payin' more attention t' where Ah was goin' Ah wouldn' be here. Maybe if mum woke me up earlier Ah wouldn' be here.' I shook my head. 'Maybe if, maybe if, maybe if!! Wha's t' poin'? If Ah could turn back time Ah would still be here, thinkin' these thoughts.' I saw without seeing my 'blade more around in circles as I thought about everything that had happened before. 'Ugh. Wha' can Ah do though? Nothing, tha's wha'. Absolutely, positively nuthin'. They have cameras everywhere (which Ah can' see) which, if they catch me i' won' be pleasan' wha' they do t' me an' Ah don' think Doctor would "hold back". Wha' else can they do? They wanted t' check if that serum would work an i' did. Bu' wha's psychic powers go''a do wi'' beybladin'? Zilch. Maybe they wanted t' prove psychic powers actually exist? Hmm, tha' can' be righ'. This would go against everythin' tha' they've researched for.This is waaay over ma head.' I sighed, breaking my thoughts for a few seconds. That's when I noticed my blade was still spinning laps around the dish. I frowned. Something was different, not wrong, just .different. The way it was spinning.it was foreign to what it was normally like. Then I realized what it was. It was spinning faster than what it typically was. I was about to brush it away with the fact that I most probably pulled harder on the ripcord at the start when I realized it had already been whirling around for over two minutes. I stretched out my hand and two seconds later my 'blade was there reflecting the lights in the room. On closer inspection the differences were obvious. Before, its attack ring was a four-pointed star, now it had five points and it left lighter now.
I slowly loaded my 'blade and pulled as hard as I could. There was a hollow clang and sparks as it landed squarely into the dish. The change from what it was like before became apparent straight away. It was faster (due to less weight), more stable and somehow easier to control now. 'So they fiddled with my 'blade as well. Is there anythin' of mine which they haven't changed?' This time, instead of racing around the dish it went into the defensive position in the middle. 'Tha's weird, i's like I' goes with wha' Ah'm feelin'. I' was racin' like my thoughts and now Ah'm feelin' a bi' be''er an' calmer i's in the middle. I's never done this before.' On a whim, I thought that I wanted it to go faster. The second I finished my thought there was an instant burst of speed from my 'blade. It went speeding out the dish but instead of following the laws of gravity it shot vertically up into the air until it was practically eye level with me.
"Whoa." I whispered, my voice echoing the near silent room making it sound hollow. "Now tha's wha' Ah call an improvement."
I heard the small click of the door behind me opening. I spun around, the 'blade momentarily forgotten. Standing in the door was a guy who had short black spiky hair and who I only came up to the middle of his elbow and shoulder. The name David came to mind. It must've been a repercussion of Caroline's memories. Then I realized he was one of the people who kept a note of everything I did before. He just looked different without his white lab coat and his casual clothes.
"Doctor wants you to follow me." Was all he said.
Nodding, I turned around and caught the already airborne 'blade in my right hand. I looked up and saw that David had already gone. I walked out, straight passed the door and around the corner. As I thought, David was walking down the corridor. I did what I was told to do and followed him.
***
We ended up in the nurse's room again. In the room was me, Doctor, David and Jade.
"So. Did you like the improvements that we made?"
"Yeah." I mumbled. "Um.why did you call me?"
"You need another injection." This was said by Jade.
"Another.? Why would Ah need another one?"
"I would suggest that you don't question what I want you to do or whatever I do."
I flinched at what Doctor said, what I knew what he would do and the frosty edge in his voice.
I quickly looked down and whispered "Yes sir."
"Now, I want you to sit up here on the bed and roll up your shirt sleeve." No offence to her but she is waaay to happy to be in a place like this. I looked at the syringe and instead of being completely purple there was tints of green in there as well. I stared at it as the needle slided into my skin and the contents emptying right into my bloodstream.
"Can Ah ask wha' this is gonna do?"
"No, we'll just have to wait and see won't we?"
Suddenly my vision blurred as I was hit by a huge headache and I fell into the world of unconscious .again. 'Why do Ah always have to fai-'
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Finally my chappie is finito! And I'm not happy with what happened in the last chapter when it didn't come up with the italics and some paragraphing. Now for my reviewers: Dudems: You finally reviewed! I was beginning to think you lost interest in my fic. I'm just glad that you got your 'net working again! Is this soon enough for you? Oh yeah.IT'S A FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!! YES!!!!
Beyblade Luver: Thanks for reviewing!
Now lets start where we left me. I.e running away from Trilox.
DID: * Runs in * Huff...huff. I ..think..I..lost..him..it..her. Whatever!
Charlie: There you are!
DID: O.o
Charlie: * Acts innocent * What?
DID: * Backs away very slowly *
Charlie: Nothing personal or anything.
DID: Um.can't we just um, get along?
Charlie: Sure. ^__^ If you stop making me faint and such.
DID: Hmm. I'll try to tone it down. Howzat?
Charlie: * Thinks * nope.
DID: .
Charlie: So, what'll it be?
DID: * Sighs * actually, I think I'll just see what you're going to do.
Charlie: Why?
DID: Because anything you can do, I can do a LOT worse.
Charlie: Hmph. I don't think so.
DID: So can you make me into a boy? No. Can I make you into a girl? Yes.
Charlie: O.o
DID: Please. Can we just be friends?
Charlie: * Sighs * Okay, fine. I didn't want to do those things anyway. Just don't push me okay?
DID: Kay. ^___^ phew. So can you do this then? * Hands piece of paper *
Charlie: That's it?
DID: Yup.
Charlie: Dark Ice Dragon asks you guys to review! And that wraps it up.
DID: Wait, can I ask you something?
Charlie: What?
DID: Did you do anything because Beyblade Luver is a new reviewer. Have you suddenly developed a new power?
Charlie: .
DID: .
Charlie: I. need .to .go .now.
Just as the dinner bell began ringing.
The place was completely empty and the corrugated steel was still in place. But as I began walking towards it whirring and grinding became apparent to my ears. That's when I noticed that the corrugated steel was raising to reveal the cafeteria. By now I was already at the cafeteria so I just ducked underneath into the stifling heat.
As I looked at the plates in front of me none of them seemed to look very appetizing, to be totally honest, everything just looked .soggy. There were mushy peas among other stuff, which I just couldn't identify. Thank goodness they made sandwiches and had packets of crisps as well. Mainly because the rest of the food looked like they were going to mutate in the next five minutes.
"If you stare at that sandwich any more you might see it move." A soft voice whispered in my ear.
I quickly grabbed one of the sandwiches in front of me, walked out and grabbed a seat at the table I was at before. Five seconds later I heard the uneven scrape of someone pulling a chair back with only one hand. Someone who I never wanted to see again, let alone help. I moved my head slightly so I wasn't looking at him but not so much that it was noticeable that I was trying to avoid eye contact from him. I also unconsciously edged away from him a few centimetres.
I unwrapped the sandwiches and started to chew it slowly not taking note of even what I was eating. We didn't say a thing to each other. I didn't know what to feel to him.
Anger or fear?
Loathing or panic?
Rage or terror?
In the end I didn't do a thing. I just sat there staring at the table in front of me while automatically putting the food into my mouth, chewing and then swallowing for then the process to start all over again. In about two minutes I had finished both sandwiches, the only reason I knew, was because I realized I was about to bite my fingers off. By now the dining hall was filled with normal noises of plates being constantly tapped by cutlery and the murmur of people talking. I just hoped that I wouldn't hear people's thoughts again in case I was to end up fainting again and hearing/feeling Caroline's.. I frowned. Where are those people who were here before?
"Something wrong?" His voice had that lilt at the end, which seemed like he was actually curious but then, I've been deceived by him before.
"Ah was just wonderin'.where are t'guys who were here before?" I asked slowly with my eyes still downcast.
"They're working on something else at the moment." Was his curt reply.
"Okay.can I leave the table?" and already I'm asking his permission to leave the table. Before, I would have just said "Ah'm away now" or something like that. I NEVER asked if I could leave the table. Don't think I don't have table manners, I do, but I just didn't think it was necessary before. I mean, what's the point of asking permission to leave the table when it's just the three of you? You don't have to impress anyone, I only do it when mum's got friends over and I sometimes don't do when they're around either. But then again, I wasn't tortured before.
"Yes."
I slowly got to my feet and I scooped up the wrapper as well. As I walked passed the numerous tables I heard the volume of their occupant's conversations decrease slightly and I felt them stare after me.
"Charlie!"
Slowly I turned around to see Doctor walking up to me. When he came level with me he pressed something into my hand. Looking down, I saw it was my 'blade.
"This is how you get to dishes. Go through that corridor." he pointed towards the door I was about to walk through. "Go up the stairs at the end of that corridor until you can't go up anymore. That's where you'll find them." He finished. Silently nodding I followed his directions. I walked up slowly this time up the stairs, as I didn't want to end up winded again. As I walked through the doors I turned to my left to go into the nearest room.
Walking into the room I saw that the dish was a classic bowl. 'Aw nut's, where's ma launcher?' As I thought this I dug my hands into my pockets. And was amazed when my hand curled around my launcher. Pulling it out I was surprised to how much lighter it felt compared to the last time I used it. "Before Ah came here ." On instinct I loaded my 'blade on the launcher and pulled the ripcord out of pure frustration.
'Ah don' ge' i'. Why did they choose t' kidnap me?! Ah was just a random kid they picked up off the streets. Maybe if Ah hadn' decided t' go ou' Ah wouldn' be here. Maybe if Ah was payin' more attention t' where Ah was goin' Ah wouldn' be here. Maybe if mum woke me up earlier Ah wouldn' be here.' I shook my head. 'Maybe if, maybe if, maybe if!! Wha's t' poin'? If Ah could turn back time Ah would still be here, thinkin' these thoughts.' I saw without seeing my 'blade more around in circles as I thought about everything that had happened before. 'Ugh. Wha' can Ah do though? Nothing, tha's wha'. Absolutely, positively nuthin'. They have cameras everywhere (which Ah can' see) which, if they catch me i' won' be pleasan' wha' they do t' me an' Ah don' think Doctor would "hold back". Wha' else can they do? They wanted t' check if that serum would work an i' did. Bu' wha's psychic powers go''a do wi'' beybladin'? Zilch. Maybe they wanted t' prove psychic powers actually exist? Hmm, tha' can' be righ'. This would go against everythin' tha' they've researched for.This is waaay over ma head.' I sighed, breaking my thoughts for a few seconds. That's when I noticed my blade was still spinning laps around the dish. I frowned. Something was different, not wrong, just .different. The way it was spinning.it was foreign to what it was normally like. Then I realized what it was. It was spinning faster than what it typically was. I was about to brush it away with the fact that I most probably pulled harder on the ripcord at the start when I realized it had already been whirling around for over two minutes. I stretched out my hand and two seconds later my 'blade was there reflecting the lights in the room. On closer inspection the differences were obvious. Before, its attack ring was a four-pointed star, now it had five points and it left lighter now.
I slowly loaded my 'blade and pulled as hard as I could. There was a hollow clang and sparks as it landed squarely into the dish. The change from what it was like before became apparent straight away. It was faster (due to less weight), more stable and somehow easier to control now. 'So they fiddled with my 'blade as well. Is there anythin' of mine which they haven't changed?' This time, instead of racing around the dish it went into the defensive position in the middle. 'Tha's weird, i's like I' goes with wha' Ah'm feelin'. I' was racin' like my thoughts and now Ah'm feelin' a bi' be''er an' calmer i's in the middle. I's never done this before.' On a whim, I thought that I wanted it to go faster. The second I finished my thought there was an instant burst of speed from my 'blade. It went speeding out the dish but instead of following the laws of gravity it shot vertically up into the air until it was practically eye level with me.
"Whoa." I whispered, my voice echoing the near silent room making it sound hollow. "Now tha's wha' Ah call an improvement."
I heard the small click of the door behind me opening. I spun around, the 'blade momentarily forgotten. Standing in the door was a guy who had short black spiky hair and who I only came up to the middle of his elbow and shoulder. The name David came to mind. It must've been a repercussion of Caroline's memories. Then I realized he was one of the people who kept a note of everything I did before. He just looked different without his white lab coat and his casual clothes.
"Doctor wants you to follow me." Was all he said.
Nodding, I turned around and caught the already airborne 'blade in my right hand. I looked up and saw that David had already gone. I walked out, straight passed the door and around the corner. As I thought, David was walking down the corridor. I did what I was told to do and followed him.
***
We ended up in the nurse's room again. In the room was me, Doctor, David and Jade.
"So. Did you like the improvements that we made?"
"Yeah." I mumbled. "Um.why did you call me?"
"You need another injection." This was said by Jade.
"Another.? Why would Ah need another one?"
"I would suggest that you don't question what I want you to do or whatever I do."
I flinched at what Doctor said, what I knew what he would do and the frosty edge in his voice.
I quickly looked down and whispered "Yes sir."
"Now, I want you to sit up here on the bed and roll up your shirt sleeve." No offence to her but she is waaay to happy to be in a place like this. I looked at the syringe and instead of being completely purple there was tints of green in there as well. I stared at it as the needle slided into my skin and the contents emptying right into my bloodstream.
"Can Ah ask wha' this is gonna do?"
"No, we'll just have to wait and see won't we?"
Suddenly my vision blurred as I was hit by a huge headache and I fell into the world of unconscious .again. 'Why do Ah always have to fai-'
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Finally my chappie is finito! And I'm not happy with what happened in the last chapter when it didn't come up with the italics and some paragraphing. Now for my reviewers: Dudems: You finally reviewed! I was beginning to think you lost interest in my fic. I'm just glad that you got your 'net working again! Is this soon enough for you? Oh yeah.IT'S A FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!! YES!!!!
Beyblade Luver: Thanks for reviewing!
Now lets start where we left me. I.e running away from Trilox.
DID: * Runs in * Huff...huff. I ..think..I..lost..him..it..her. Whatever!
Charlie: There you are!
DID: O.o
Charlie: * Acts innocent * What?
DID: * Backs away very slowly *
Charlie: Nothing personal or anything.
DID: Um.can't we just um, get along?
Charlie: Sure. ^__^ If you stop making me faint and such.
DID: Hmm. I'll try to tone it down. Howzat?
Charlie: * Thinks * nope.
DID: .
Charlie: So, what'll it be?
DID: * Sighs * actually, I think I'll just see what you're going to do.
Charlie: Why?
DID: Because anything you can do, I can do a LOT worse.
Charlie: Hmph. I don't think so.
DID: So can you make me into a boy? No. Can I make you into a girl? Yes.
Charlie: O.o
DID: Please. Can we just be friends?
Charlie: * Sighs * Okay, fine. I didn't want to do those things anyway. Just don't push me okay?
DID: Kay. ^___^ phew. So can you do this then? * Hands piece of paper *
Charlie: That's it?
DID: Yup.
Charlie: Dark Ice Dragon asks you guys to review! And that wraps it up.
DID: Wait, can I ask you something?
Charlie: What?
DID: Did you do anything because Beyblade Luver is a new reviewer. Have you suddenly developed a new power?
Charlie: .
DID: .
Charlie: I. need .to .go .now.