Chapter 6
*DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone but Vivian. (Like I have said before. . .)
Sorry it has taken me so long to update! I have been busy busy busy! Here is the first of the new chapters that focus more on her past. Enjoy! XX
Alcatraz – 1961
Vivian had no idea why she was dragged from her cell yet again, and this time in the middle of the night. She was completely clueless on anything that concerned her, and life here was pretty unpredictable, but she had managed to maintain her plan. To perfection, she decided.
She was sitting on an examination table in the hospital with a bowl of strawberries on her right, and the warden, two guards, and both doctors to her left. They were watching her, waiting almost for her to do something. What that something was exactly she had no idea. So, copying their actions, she watched them watching her.
"I heard you like strawberries." The warden said. Shadows were half-covering his face and it was really creeping her out. Vivian gave a nervous nod, unsure where this was going.
"Well, those are for you." She glanced at bowl, and then back at him not sure what to do.
"Go ahead." Vivian was hungry, she didn't eat dinner as it ended before she was done sorting her food. She picked up a strawberry from the bowl and sniffed it. She didn't detect anything but the scent of strawberries. She used her freakishly long thumbnail, (she hadn't trimmed her nails in who knows how long and had taken the time to meticulously sharpen them into a point, making them dangerously sharp), and used it to slice the top of the strawberry off. She flicked the waste on the ground, and sniffed the inside of the fruit. Again, nothing. She decided against her intuition to give them the satisfaction of her eating the strawberries. Yes, it was a bad idea. She knew that these people were just as, and if not more crazy than she was, but she came to the conclusion that maybe she would be allowed to go back to her cell sooner if she ate one. So Vivian-Antionette took a bite. She winced as the cold fruit hit her teeth and tried to make it seem like she suspected nothing. The five of them continued watching her.
About fifteen minutes and five more strawberries later, nothing had happened and Vivian started to relax. She picked up another strawberry, popped the top off, and bit into it. The juice for some reason was staining her lips, but she just dismissed it. She started to feel weird, but couldn't put her finger on what exactly wasn't right. Her head felt fuzzy, and she was slowly going numb. She looked over at the five other people in the room, but couldn't make out anything but black shapes. Vivian squinted, trying to see something other than colors.
"We spiked the strawberries." A voice said. A fuzzy black curtain rose up in Vivian's vision, slowly blacking out the room. Her hearing was just as muddled as her sight, nothing but snippets and monosyllabic sounds. She tumbled off the table, and hit the ground just as the curtain fully consumed her sight.
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"Can you hear me?" A distorted voice said from somewhere far away.
"Vivian Blanch? Number 2067? Can you hear me?" The curtain had lifted slowly, and now there was a mass of colors swirling like a kaleidoscope instead. She thought the voice belonged to Dr. Sengupta, as it was female. But, her hearing wasn't completely normal. There was a faint ringing sound in her ears, and it hurt. She blinked. And blinked again. And again. And again until her vision was only double, and then until the two duplicate images became one, and clear. She was right. The doctor moved out of her vision, and from her position on the cold floor, Vivian assessed her surroundings.
She didn't know where she was. It wasn't the hospital, nor her cell. It was a cold, dark cement room, with a small target on one side, on far on her other an equally petit shelving unit. She pushed herself into a sitting position. Vivian, unsure of what to do now, took a tendril of hair into her hands and nervously played with it. She had no idea where Dr. Sengupta went, or if there was anyone else in the room with her. Her questions were soon answered.
"I see you are awake." The warden. She cringed, and whirled around. Sure enough, the entire gang from the hospital earlier was there. She climbed to her feet, and faced them, dropping her hair.
"Why don't you take a look around." She turned back around, and walked to the shelving unit slowly. Her breath caught when she saw what was on the shelf.
Her recurve bow. Her exact bow. With it's exact gold paint, cursive writing, and rhinestones. She picked it up. Next to it was a plethora of arrows, none of them dangerous much to her dismay. She grabbed one, strung it on the spot, and shot it at the target. Bullseye.
"We thought that letting you do this would enable you to recover memories, and therefore answer the questions we have for you." It was Dr. Sengupta's voice again. She ignored her and shot another one. And another.
And that was basically how the rest of the endeavor went; the warden and doctors asking her questions, Vivian ignoring them, and continuing to shoot arrows at the targets. Until one question that Vivian heard that caught her attention.
"Miss Vivian, what I do not understand is if you already killed plenty, and got payed copious amounts doing it, but why on earth would you do this as well?"
Vivian stopped. She lowered her bow and set it back down on the shelf.
"Target practice." She said. Vivian then sat back down in the middle of the room, watching them and not answering any more questions. When they were done interrogating her yet again, Dr. Milton got up with the two guards and walked over to her. The guards held her down as a shot was jammed into her arm. She thrashed about until the same effects as before took over, and her world yet again went black.