MOON
The woman glowered at her as she turned away resolutely.
"No," the girl said flatly.
A man reached through the bars of the cage and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "You ignorant little girl," he breathed in her face.
The girl wrinkled her sharp nose, which seemed to infuriate him further. Another man laid his hand on the first man's shoulder.
"Calm down, Richard," his voice was even, but his eyes betrayed his own anger at the ten-year old.
The girl stuck her tongue out.
"John."
The second man glared at the woman. "No, Beatrice. You know we can't do it."
The woman they called Beatrice let out a long sigh. "But just look at those beautiful, silver locks." She said, reaching in to finger the girl's long silver-and-black peppered hair.
The girl yanked her hair away, and it gently swishes against her raw, injured cheek, before coming to settle on her shoulders once again. The girl pressed herself against the back of her cage, chest heaving as she struggled for breath.
"See what you've done Beatrice?" John growled through gritted teeth.
"What I've done?" The woman sounded positively outraged and the girl snickered.
An electrical current shocked her immediately.
It dawned on her just how one wrong move could kill her. It scared her. The full extent of these people's uncaring killing... The girl covered her mouth with both hands, trying to drown out her shocked sob. Calm down, Moon! She scolded herself. You have to be strong! But who is there to be strong for? The answer bit back sharply, scorning her. Rain's probably dead from starvation by now. That was how Moon realized that these labs were messing with her mind. Talking to herself. She was going crazy.
At least, she thought as the world became nothing but a hazy, bloody fog, I can say good bye to Rain.
I know this is incredibly short, but I think it's pretty significant.