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Nudge POV- the day after her capture:
Pain. Darkness. More pain. The Flock! My head hurt like a million trucks had run me over. Ouch. My joints and bones were aching like... like... Well they were just really freaking sore, okay? Anyway after I cursed a bit (okay a lot) in the privacy of my mind, I realised I was clamped down onto a table by my ankles and wrists. Crap.
What happened to the rest of the flock?! Are they okay?! Are they here too?! Why am I here?! Wait, what is here?! My mind was overflowed with worried, terrified thoughts. I suddenly froze and took a wary breath through my nose.
My senses suddenly went out of control and I had a mini panic attack as I realised what I was breathing in. That smell; Antiseptic-y with just a hint of plain fear and generally nasty... The School! My breathing hitched and I started hyperventilating as my body tensed up and I almost screamed. The images and flashbacks I had tried so hard to forget for the past four, almost five years were coming back full force. I bit my lip until it bled and I shrieked bloody murder in my mind, trying to hold my fear inside me.
I had no idea how I got there... The last I remembered was falling down the stairs and... My memory just ended there. Wait; my arm! I remembered the sickening crack and the sudden flow of blood. I carefully tried moving it just an inch, to see if I could fight if necessary with it. I had to stifle a scream. Damn that hurt. This was not going well.
After almost five minutes, I managed to calm myself down enough to see sense. Well as much as you can see with your eyes closed firmly shut; but anyway. I forced myself to take the deep breaths I had been taking before I came to my horrifying discovery. I cracked one eye (I think it was my right, actually) and peeked out.
Owww... The light, it burns! Okay I totally had a vampire moment there but whatever. Anyway, the creepy bright white light they were shining on my face hurt my eyes like freaking hell. I took a deep breath –Eww, the 'School' smell...- and tried again. It still hurt but I was ready for it this time. I darted my eye to the left and saw a table full with scary metal tools which were covered in this thick red stuff. Oh no... Don't think about that, turn away now! I told myself and, dreading what I might see, turned to the right. I saw a load of freaky looking scientists with clipboards and large machines that were, gulp, attached to me.
I quickly shut my eye and, still freaking out majorly on the inside, and tried to make it look like I was still unconscious or whatever I had been before. 'Hey! Experiment N45g3 is showing signs of coming round and I swear I just saw it open its eyes!' Some white-coat reject yelled out. Oh crap... Experiment N45g3 was me.
They crowded around me and I could feel them poking and prodding like, everywhere on my freaking body. It was not pleasant in any way at all. It was completely gross and I felt like screaming out, 'I'm a person not an "experiment", you evil people!' But I held it in, just. I was this close to bursting out in tears but I tried to keep that in too.
Too bad it didn't work. A single tear rolled down my cheeks before I could hold it in. Damn. Crap. One of the white-coats caught it on his finger and laughed a huge mocking laugh at me. 'Aww... Poor N45g3, do you want your Maxie back?!' He whispered in a dangerous mocking, taunting tone. I focused on not making any signs of movement or anything that might tell them I was actually awake but they knew anyway. Everyone in the room knew I was faking. 'Wake up lil birdie... Rise and shine!'
I ignored him, wishing I could go back to being unconscious so I would feel any pain or be aware of anything. I could feel them all getting angrier and more of them were digging their fingers into my bare flesh. I realised I was only wearing a baggy grey top and a pair of tiny shorts that I had never worn before in my life with a start. The thought of grown men in creepy matching white coats dressing and undressing my unconscious form was slightly disturbing but nothing compared to the thought of what they could have done with me. I shuddered slightly, remembering the bloody instruments.
'Open. Your. Eyes. You. Freak... before I have to force them open.' One of them hissed at me. I froze and, stupidly, didn't do anything. Big mistake there let me tell you. I heard a kind of buzzing noise, like a few hundred bumble bees where being severely pissed off and got kinda worried but still didn't move like the naive bird-kid I was. There was also a telltale sound of switches being flipped on and a charging-up kinda noise...
Wha- ! They shoved a gun-like thing into the left side of my stomach and pulled the 'trigger'... It felt like someone was lighting my stomach on fire and a thousand knives were being plunged into me. I, giving in to those sick people, screamed my heart out. My body was jolted off the table and it felt like I would have hit the roof it the restraints hadn't been keeping me firmly on the operating table. I screamed over and over and as my pitiful cries echoed around the room, I felt the gun-thing being removed and people shouting my name telling me to stop and that 'there will be consequences if I didn't shut up right now...'
I ignored them all, only focused on the pain in my abdomen. After what seemed like years, but was probably only like five minutes, the pain finally faded and I looked up to see my sick torturers staring back at me. I was even sorer than I was before and covered in sweat. My body was panting as I was hyperventilating again. The biggest, fattest one (with a disgusting moustache thing going on) slapped my across the face. I gaped open mouthed at him. How dare he!
He yelled at me and called me loads of rude words, some in a completely different language, and I assumed he was talking (yelling more like) about my whole screaming incident, like it was my fault some idiot practically killed me by plunging what probably was a few hundred volts of electricity into my body and caused me unimaginable pain. I was still seeing red and very angry about the whole lets-slap-the-mutant-across-the-face-like-she's-an-animal thing so when he leaned closer to me, so close I could smell his awful body odour, I spat right in his face.
I swear I did. I spat in the jerk's face and screamed at the top of my lungs, 'My name is NUDGE, N-U-D-G-E, and I am a human being! Not an experiment you sick, mindless, JERKS! Go to freaking hell!' I was so not expecting what happened next. They laughed at me; laughed at me! My eyes narrowed but before I could come up with a witty response or spit at them again, they fired up that gun-yolk and aimed this time for my legs.
I screamed bloody hell again, and from the intense pain slowly slid into unconsciousness, thankful I could escape the terrible pain that was threatening to overcome my senses. I remember having a kind of jerking, squirming fit which earned my some hard blows but I couldn't stop. Finally, it came too late, the blackness started to appear around my vision and my eyes rolled back. I was blessed with the gift of feeling no pain for a few seconds and my last thought was; I really hope the Flock is okay and not enduring this as well. And then I was gone.
I woke up feeling like crap, again, and stuffed into a dog crate. I spent the first seven years in a dog crate so the minute I realised what my accommodation was, I started bawling crying. For once I didn't care who saw me or what they'd do; I just needed to have a moment to myself. Or like twenty 'moments'... After like, I don't know, an hour I finally stopped and surveyed my surroundings. I was being held in a small room with an even smaller window, whose light was blocked by a tatty curtain, by myself. There were other empty crates and boxes but I was the 'lucky' one who had the room to myself. Oh joy...
I flinched as the reinforced steel door to my holding cell was slammed open and the weird whitecoat who slapped me and made me spit at him, strode in with five Erasers behind him. I pressed myself to the back of my cage in fear and my breaths came up in shuddery gasps. My cage door was unlocked and I closed my eyes as two strong arms yanked me out. I screamed but was cut off by a swift painful punch to my jaw. They let me fall to the ground and as I looked up at my captors, I remembered something Max had always said to us every night a couple of years ago.
If you ever get caught by the School, give 'em hell for us and I swear we will come and get you. Always. We'd all swore and shook hands on the fact that even if we were the only ones not captured, we would always try and save the others. This was my motivation as I jacknifed to my feet and landed a beautiful round-house kick into the face of the whitecoat. He fell to the floor, clutching his face and I was restrained in about 0.5 seconds, on the floor with my broken wrist angled painfully on my back and my head firmly under the freaks' boots. I smiled for the first time since I'd regained consciousness, the knowledge that the Flock would always come for me repeating in my head, over and over.
'My Flock is coming for me, so y'all better be SCARED!' I screamed at the top of my lungs and grinned with hope as I was shoved back in the cage. The Erasers started to throw my cage to each other for fun, while they waited for instructions from the whitecoat who was moaning on the floor. I was thrown all around the room and battered from one edge of my cage to another. My wrist was probably nearly healed by then but I caught it between my body and the cage bars on a particularly bad spin and there was a loud crack, from the pain I guessed it was my stupid wrist and a few fingers again.
The whitecoat whose name I still didn't know, jumped up upon hearing my bones break and called those mutts off. They obeyed, giving my cage an extra kick before stalking out with their master, slamming the door behind them. I sighed a sigh of relief, glad they were gone for now but I had a foreboding feeling that I would so pay for that later. Oh well, at least they were gone for the moment and the Flock were probably on their way to save me.
My wrist and middle fingers were killing me so I pulled apart the bottom half of the t-shirt I was wearing and very awkwardly managed to bind my fingers together in a kind of splint and messily wrapped my wrist in a dirty bandage. It was solid proof why I wasn't the 'Flock doctor', that's what me and Angel nick-named Ig, but it would do until they busted me out.
After around an hour the whitecoat came back into my room with ten Erasers instead of the five I got last time. Aww... They think I'm a handful, they ain't seen anything yet, I thought to myself with satisfaction. This time they didn't risk taking me out of my cage. They just roughly threw me onto a loading cart and we headed merrily along the corridors of sunshine. Yeah right, take out the merrily and add in painfully, then replace sunshine with fear, pain and death. That sounds about right, please continue.
Anyway, they wheeled me along about a billion corridors, my face pressed up against the bars of my crate, until we reached a scary white room that looked similar to the one I had been tortured in before except this had way more machines, white-coats and creepy instruments. I shrunk back against the back of the cage, fear setting in my heart. The Flock are probably on their way, they'll get here in time, they won't let them hurt you, my hands trembled as I chanted the sentences in my head, as if I could make them come true by saying them hundreds of times.
Unfortunately, I was grabbed (with sweaty hands, EW!) and strapped down to the operating table even though I fought desperately for freedom, before I could hit the fifty count. I strained silently against my restraints and my breathing quickened as they leaned over me with googly eyes. 'Now, Experiment N45g3, this is your punishment for being a naughty freak today... Are you going to be a good experiment for us tomorrow...?' One of them teased me in a mocking tone.
'My. Name. Is Nudge.' I managed to force out between clenched teeth. 'My Flock is coming for me, so I tell you again, YOU HAD BETTER BE PRETTY DAMN SCARED.' My voice was calm and deadly, kinda like Gaz's 'power', and I was pretty dang proud of myself when I saw a weedy whitecoat flinch away from me in fear. He was soon replaced by a big, burly one that looked like Emmett from Twilight, but whatever... One down, around, uh, a lot more to go.
I'm not going to go into a lot of detail about my 'punishment', but it was a hundred times more painful than I had ever experienced in my entire life. Yeah, remember we're still talking 'bout the mutant-bird-kid-who-spent-half-of-her-life-in-a-cage-undergoing-scary experiments' life. I'm ashamed to say that after three minutes, I was begging them to stop, screaming for someone to kill me already. After an hour I was half dead and could hardly breathe from the pain. Hell, I didn't want to breathe, just to die so the torture would stop. Finally they stopped and I was dragged painfully and in a crate back to consciousness and reality.
I didn't know where I was going but I had a bad feeling that it would be somewhere where I needed all my strength to make it out alive. Too bad I didn't even have an ounce of strength in my entire body. I slumped against my cage and closed my eyes, wishing the Flock would come and save me soon. We soon reached our destination of torture and I looked weakly out. What I saw made a=me want to cry, puke and run away screaming in terror.
It was a large arena, designed to teach the Erasers how to hunt. They released experiments into it and they were mercifully hunted down and killed. And now I was being shoved into it, resisting all the way. I could barely stand and my head was spinning wildly. I spun around to see if they would kill me soon and nearly fainted when I saw what was coming towards me... Fifteen bloodthirsty Erasers, who would like nothing more than to rip me apart. I could barely fight three Erasers with back-up, but fifteen... You gotta be kidding me.
The horn went off and they raced towards me, raising dust as their sharp claws dug into the ground. I slipped into a defence crouch struggling to keep my eyes open. I cast one more desperate look at the sky, longing with all my heart to see the Flock swooping down to save me, but there was nothing. I was on my own.
Prepare to die Nudge, I told myself.
What does everyone think...? I was kinds nervous to write this because I was worried I would screw it up. Did I completely mess this up?
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