I wince as the restraints on my wrists cut deeper into my skin, making them swollen and bloody. They person behind me pushes me further down the hall into a dark room. I have no idea where I am, but I do know that I have been captured again. I knew that my escape from the School would only last for a few months.
A dim light switches on and I can only see about twenty feet in front of me, even with my eagle vision. And instantly I wish that they would turn the light off.
Rows apon rows of experiments gone wrong are looking at me(or more like the Eraser behind me) in fear. The poor kids look even worse here than they do at the School. And no matter how many times I fight back, or escape, I will always end up here again. In a cage, treated like an animal.
I'm roughly pushed several rows down into a cage between a girl that looks my age, and a boy that looks like he will only last a few more hours longer. His skin is pealing off and he looks like he's on the verge of a heart attack.
The Eraser whispers something to a scientist that has just walked in. She nods and pulls out a clip board from the top of my cage.
"Subject 724, blood type B+, height "6 '2, weight 96 pounds and 5 ounces, " She murmurs to herself. Then she takes out a syringe from her pocket. All of the experiments around me flinch, as if she's going to stab them. All but the girl beside me, who leans forward and glares daggers at the scientist.
"This won't hurt a bit," She says and tries to grab my hand from inbetween the bars. I back up as far as the metal will let me. "C'mon, the more you struggle, the more this will hurt." I look into her eyes and glare.
"It will hurt no matter how much a co-opperate." I spit out but still let her take my hand. I advert my eyes and as I feel the thick metal needle peirce my skin and dig into my vain. She takes more time than necessary, and when she finally is finished, my hand is sore. But that feeling will only last maybe a minute or two before I'm fine again. Even my wrists have started to heal.
The scientist clicks her tongue as she stands up and scowls at me. Obviously, she hasn't delt with experiments that talk back. Well to flippin' bad.
When she walks away her heals make annoying clicking noises and my head ache seams to intensify with every step she takes. I sigh and lean forward. The cool metal bars help sooth me. But in this place, I cannot be calm or drop my guard. I must always be on high alert for an escape.