Death is the Only Escape Chapter 6, a maximum ride fanfic

Sarah

I remember them. I remember their deaths, their lives. I remember how scared and weak they were near the end.

78's death was the worst.

Three years ago

Insert the needle here…

No, here.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Howl. Cry out. make them stop.

"Shut the damn thing up!"

Shut the damn thing up!

A hand coming down. Pain. Run. Resist! Flee! Flee!

"Holy… the thing's breaking the straps! Taser! Taser!"

Pain. Pain. Pain. Run. Get away.

"Full blast!"

Full blast!

The stench of burning flesh. The fear. The pain.

And then an demonic scream.

"Run!"

Run!

They all ran. I saw it. I felt it. One man was mauled, his leg was bleeding. It was warm and sticky, and it enraged the beast. I saw it through their eyes and them through its eyes. Cowering on the floor, one with a shiny black object. A taser. But the beast, it was horrible. Thin and white with scales and whiskers, it had two legs it used to drag itself forward. The men screamed, and one jumped up and puch a button.

Eeeh!

To the beast, it was a war cry. To the men, it was a last hope. To me, it was torture. The sound rang through my head a million times.

What's going on? Crawling toward the edge of her cell, another girl peered out.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Ten o'eight. Tick, tock. What's that noise?

Eeeh!

Tick.

Eeeh!

Tock.

What is that? What is that? Are they coming for me? Fear sliced through m heart a hundred time. I saw huddled figures, I felt tears, I felt fear, I felt anger.

And then I heard a hundred crashes as the beast broke through the doors of the lab.

A hundred clicks as it scurried down the hall, each followed by a dragging noise.

I saw a dark, open room through the beast's eyes.

I saw the beast through 78's eyes.

I knew 78 was a girl. I knew she had limp blonde hair, that she was thinner than I was. I knew she was ten years old, and that all she could do was see in the dark.

I heard a hundred screams, each 78's high-pitched tone. And I felt the beast's response.

It scrambled forward, toward the cage. It saw the girl. The girl saw it. She huddled in the back of her cage, arms around her. She screamed again.

"No!"

No!

What is that? What's happening?

Tick. Tock.

Don't breath it won't find you it can't find you don't don't don't don't

Stay still stay still stay still

Tick.

Tock.

78 screamed again. I screamed, and closed my eyes. It did me no good.

A hundred screams. A hundred sounds of ripping flesh and breaking bones. Pain, everywhere. 78 looking, one last time, at the beast.

78's mangled body through the beast's eyes.

She was trapped. She couldn't get away. Stuck in the back of her cage. The beast could reach through, though. It's slender body crawled right through and tore 78 to shreads.

And 78 could do nothing to stop it.

I cried out. I screamed. Tears were running down my face, but they were also 78's tears.

And then, finally, no more pain.

There was still terror, but no more pain. She was dead.

And, thirty seconds later, so was the beast.

They congradulated eachother on a nice kill.

"Clean."

Clean.

CLEAN.

It was not clean. Blood, everywhere. I was still screaming. But they couldn't hear me. They were too busy slapping eachother on the back.

"That one was useless anyway."

Usless anyway.

Useless.

I screamed until my throat bled and my vocal chords broke. I screamed until I couldn't hear anything. But I could still see.

Them cleaning up her body. The blood, still warm. Her hand, no bigger than a baby's, limp and bloody. The clean latez gloves.

The satisfaction of another room for rent.

All to the ticking of a clock.

Tick. Tock.