Blood-stained Secrets
Chapter 3
A/C Sorry the chapters are so short, and uneventful. They'll get better soon. Thanks for all the reviews, and yes, when I was writing this I was imagining it taking place in a building very similar to Verruckt for those of you who were wondering.
Once Richtofen walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door behind him he made his slow descent down the hall toward the prisoner holding cells. The voices in his head yelled at him to live out the contents of his dream, demanding for blood. They ordered him to kill, to revel in the blood of his enemies. Richtofen rubbed the side of his head in frustration, willing the angry voices to be silent. He just wanted one day of peace. Needless to say he did enjoy the blood and the pain he inflicted but the voices were relentless, not offering him a moments rest. The voices grew louder and more persistent as he neared the cells that housed his next victim.
He opened another door which revealed a very large room with about ten cells in it. Each cell was sealed with a thick, heavy, metal door with a very small barred window at the top, the spaces in the window were not even big enough to fit a hand through. About half of the cells were empty, the doors left ajar and there was a very feint breeze coming through the windows on the back wall, identical to the ones on the door. These tiny windows were the only source of light in the musty prisons.
The Doctor's shoes clacked on the hard floor, alerting the inhabitants of the pens of his arrival. At once several growls and snarls erupted from a few of the cells, the animals being held in confinement beat against the doors in a desperate attempt to break free of the small, dark room.
"Why do you insist on keeping animals here! Their blood is no good! They've no voice to scream with. No voice to beg for mercy with!" The bloodthirsty voices hissed at him.
Richtofen sighed
"They are for experimentation and testing. I have explained this to you already." He was growing annoyed at having to explain himself to the voices once again.
"They are an important factor in my research and they will remain here!" Ignoring the voices as the continued to criticize and scold him he reached for the keys hanging from a nail that was protruding from the wall at a awkward angle. He turned and headed toward the cells near the back of the room, passing screeching apes, growling dogs and even a few large birds all unhealthily malnourished and throwing themselves against the door trying to escape. He walked over to a counter in the back and picked up an needle. He opened up of the cabinets and grabbed a bottle full of a clear liquid and filled up the injector, then placed it in his pocket, careful not to prick himself with the sharp needle.
Richtofen turned around and stopped in front of one of the closed doors and looked through the window. The cells at the back of the room, though they were about the same size as the others, were built more like an actual prison cell. A small uncomfortable bed attached to the wall by metal poles, a small metal table welded to the floor, and a broken toilet in the corner, rusted and covered in cobwebs.
On the bed, unfazed by the animalistic roaring coming from the nearby cells, lay a man.