(Teaser)Team HART Age 12 Finding Hope
DISCLAIMER: This scene is a teaser and subject to change. This chapter may be extended, shortened, or removed entirely. I would like to use this in a future chapter but all i have are fragmenta of my story and still needing to find the journey through them. Thank you
Vermill finally awoke on cold concerte, her head still feeling heavy from the dunking. Her hair hadn't had time to completely dry yet, she had only been out for a couple hours at most. Vermill looked around and saw she was back in the cell, the bars still hummed with electricity. Whoever these people are, they knew what she was capible of, her semibalance, her abilities, and where to find her. The only thing they couldn't figure out was how to break her all thanks to a handsome bodyguard, she couldn't help but wonder where he was. Vermill curled up and held her legs close to her bare chest, they could have at least given her something to wear. Cold and naked, tortured and restrianted, kept alive above all else though.
"What did i do to deserve this?" Vermill whispered quitely, "I don't even know what their searching for."
A guard finally had open the door leading to the cell to check if she was still alive and once statifed he returned through the portal to continue his duties.
Same routine ever few hours, feed, tortured, thrown back in a cell. Feeding wasn't what typical for prisioners, if you considered having a prisioner normal. The guards would come in with a metal collar on a stick and close around the neck, then two more would use a smaller rings for the arms. And then they walked, all the way to a feeding tube, as if she was a wild animal. Whatever they pumped into the tube was bland and purely meant to just sustain her basic needs. The bathroom was a similar and just as humilulating experience. If only she could hold on to anything with soild mass, those bars would be vaporized given enough time to charge it. But the guards had it all to stop her from doing just that, cameras, special sensors, the bars; the guards had everything.
"What would he do? He always knew what to do, no matter what. They have everything," Vermill let a quiet sob into her knees.
Saying this aloud finally made her see how helpless she was alone, without anything she was completely useless. She finally realised she had no hope on her own, she had to end this cycle forever.
Vermill stood up and balled her hand, with a deep exhale she shoved her fist down her throat. She gagged, coughing and spiting up mucuse, Vermill tried again and this time got results. Gagging more, vomit finally poured from her mouth, she immediatly started shift through the bile in search of something soild to grasp. Not a moment later, guards poured into the chamber, scrambling to open the cell and stop her search. The struggle to keep searching and fending off guards was too much, and Vermill restorted to disabling security. One of them tried to restrain her with a collar, she was able to grab it firmly and discharge enough energy to obilterate everything but the handle. Vermill was able to grab the shirt of one and exploaded him away from the rabble, she pulled away her fist in antcipation for what was about to happen next.
"Someone grab the stun sticks! Stun this little bitch NOW!"
Without hesitating, a guard whipped out an electrified rod and promptly struck Vermill in the back. The high voltage running through her caused all of her muscles to spasim and contract, Vermill fell to the floor twitching.
The guard that was blown away returned with a slap to Vermill's face, " Drag this cunt to the next cell and clean up her puke. I never want to see her get the better of any of you again, do you hear me?! Rufus, Cylde, pick up the trash," the guard sneared at Vermill as she was picked up and started being dragged away.
"Wait!" The guard stopped her escort, "You try to e
scape or end your own life again, and I'll personally make sure you are gutted and kept alive with a tube."
Vermill stared with burning eyes, "Was that a joke? I already eat out of a funnel, care to groom me like a pet too?"
"Your sense of humor wont last here, I promise you. Take her, NOW!" Rufus and Cylde quickly moved Vermill over to an adjustent cell and activated the electric bars. Turning to look behind her, Vermill could see the remaining 5 or 6 guards rushing to clean out the cell, which was the only funny thing she had seen in weeks. A couple bringing a mop and bucket, the others with rubber gloves and scrub brushes. In another setting, this was very precious and hilarious.
"These guys have everything," Vermill smirked as she clutch her fist tightly.
Whoever they were, they had everything they needed. Everything Vermill didn't have, and she had finally a way to escape. She slowly opened her hand and looked at the precious badge shining in the dim light of the cell.
She had finally found hope.