Chapter 3- Like Summer Camp, but worse
A/N- Another load of great responses for last chapter even got a few reviews which were great! I would first just like to say that I'm sorry that this wasn't out on Friday but I had my driving theory test today which took up basically all my time for revision. Anyway, this is the next chapter and it should hopefully be a good one. So enjoy…
I got to stop getting knocked out I think as I slowly craw back to a semi-conscious state, dragging myself across the cell floor with my one good arm towards Jess who was still out cold where she had been knocked to the floor. I noticed that she seemed to be okay but I had to be sure; 'Jess' I called gently, trying to rouse her 'are you alright, they didn't….' I trailed of as she came to; propped herself up on her elbows and shook her head. I let out the breath I had been semi-consciously holding and propped myself against the nearest fence wall. 'Food' came the gruff grunt as two hunks of bread and a bottle of water were again thrown into the cell. The Batarian wandered round the corner as I dragged my sorry, dirty ass over to the food before dragging it back to Jess who was still curled up on the mattress. We were just starting to eat and drink when a gruff voice echoes over the intercom and through the hold 'Approaching Tortuga Station- prepare to offload cargo'. We heard a lot of grumbling followed by three Batarians rushing round the corner with a hose, they then proceeded to thoroughly douse the pair of us with the same hose that they used on me when I first arrived, after this they slammed their stun batons onto the floor, electrocuting both us as the charge went straight across the damp floor. Then they dragged us out of the cage and through the ship, not seeming to care as my head hit various objects as we went; before finally cramming me into a small white crate with several holes in the side like a fucking pet carrier I thought grimly as I saw Jess receive the same treatment as me. I heard the engines whine down and felt a not so gently bump as the ship crunched into a metal surface. The landing ramp descended and bright sunlight poured through the rapidly widening gap, I have to look away, not used to the bright light after being in a barely lit cell for several days. The crate starts to float some kind of antigrav thrusters? I think before I start to look around and see the Logo on the uniforms of the Batarian 'customers'.
CERBERUS
'For FUCK sake!' I scream as I see the logo, 'can I not catch a fucking break!; I wasn't expecting Mal Maison or anything, but seriously, Cerberus, Fuck- can my luck honestly be this bad?!'. All parties involved in the transaction looked slightly baffled and very pissed off at my outburst. The Batarian pushing the crate that I was in applied liberal amounts of electricity to the side which only made me swear even harder, at this point even Jess seemed alarmed by my outburst as one: I had never, ever lost my shit like that before- in front of her or otherwise and two: I seemed to at least partially know what the fuck was going on. After the voltage became too much I decided it was probably best to stop. The rest of the transaction took place with ease. Two people wearing lab coats pushed us inside and placed us in identical cells next to each other.
They were simple, whitewashed walls with one being completely made of glass; a mat on a raised plinth that served as a bed with a white toilet in the corner and a stand with a single light. Then a panel in the wall moved upwards into the ceiling revealing a shower, walked through and it slid shut behind me. With no other choice I decided to shower, the water was so hot it almost burnt and stank of antiseptic to the point at which it burnt my nostrils. I got out quickly and the panel allowed me access to my cell. There was a white towel along with some Cerberus fatigues on my bed so I took the time that I had whilst drying to systematically unstitch or rip off all of the Logos on the uniform before chucking it, disgusted onto the floor and falling into a restless sleep.
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'Hey Michael, wake up! We're gonna be late if you don't move!' I sigh before rolling myself out of bed only to have my face meet the floor in a very unceremonious manner. 'Okay Jess I'm coming Jeez, I really don't see why we need to get up this early though!' I groan as I force myself to my feet and towards my wardrobe. 'I told you, if we want to catch the train there then we have to go now!' I sigh, 'Fine! But for the record I still believe that going to the other end of the country just to watch a film in 4D, even if it is Star Wars, is unnecessary'. Despite sharing in my best friend's love for the Sci-fi film I was still quite content in going to see it in 3D IMAX at midnight but oh no, miss 'I'm gonna dress like a twi-lek and drag you all over the country in a Jedi getup just HAD to see it in 4D. 'Michael if you aren't down here in 5 minutes I'm gonna take a photo and send it to your dad! I groan, thinking about how much shit my dad would give me if he caught me in my costume (or 'playing dress up' as he called it when I was making it).I walk down stair in my robes which is when everything goes to hell, from one of my more fond memories into an utter nightmare. Armed men break down the door and suddenly my family are all around me, I scream as my parents are torn apart by gunfire right in front of me and Emily once again gets hit as single time in the head. I turn my head back to where Jess was standing just in time to see myself run a knife across her neck.
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I lurch awake, my throat raw from all the screaming I assumed that I must have done, I angrily wiped the tears from my face and pulled the quilt, a little harder than necessary and tried to go back to sleep, feeling surprisingly drained.
I woke the next day to two Cerberus Guards standing over me, dragging me out of bed, they forced me to change into my defaced uniform, I took some small pride in the fact that I didn't have the symbol anywhere on me. They then escorted me to a small room with a table and two chairs, a surprisingly healthy breakfast in front of one. The two guards then clamped a small wristband on my left wrist and cuffed my left foot to the chair before leaving. My body decided to become aware of my stomach again at this point and remind me that it did in fact need food. Despite knowing that I shouldn't trust the food before me I really was too hungry to care and began wolfing it down only to begin chocking as Wilson (Yes slimy, treacherous bastard Wilson) walked into the room with his Omni-tool already up to record everything. 'What do you want?' I spat, not even bothering to keep the venom out of my voice. 'Ah, Michael is it? I heard about your little tirade on the landing pad and I was just wondering how it was that you recognised the symbol, considering we are a secret Alliance group?' I stared at the man, wondering if he was arrogant or stupid enough to think that he'd get anywhere near a straight answer out of me 'First, you must be a really shitty secret wing if I know about you and second'… I paused for dramatic effect 'go fuck yourself' I concluded, going back to my breakfast. 'Michael, can I call you Michael? We are only here to better humanity and ensure that it gains its rightful place within galactic society, so tomorrow; you WILL turn up on time and you Will co-operate fully or I will take great personal pleasure in beating you'. I scoffed and looked up at him 'You don't look like you could beat wet tissue paper whatever you name is, but threat received, I'll be a good little lab rat' That way you bastards will let your guard down and I WILL take great pleasure in dismembering all of you. I thought as I stared down Wilson. He nodded to himself, seemingly deciding that he had accomplished all that he had set out to do before standing and leaving. I ate the rest of my breakfast in peace before Mike and Ike (the names I had decided to give the two guards who always watched over me) took me back to my cell and threw me inside, passing Jess on the way with her own personal escort.
I spend the rest of the day in my cell recreating the my overused prison trope involving a tennis ball and a wall- the tennis ball having been found on my bed upon my return. However when dinner came and went and Ike came in and yelled at me to go to sleep (bit counterproductive if you ask me) I met the darkness with much trepidation at what my dreams would bring…
A/N- So there was chapter 3, how did you like it? Please read and review as it does help a lot, thanks to all for being patient with my lateness but it was due to the reasons listed above. Also please feel free to PM me with any errors you find as I'm writing this at twelve at night so there may be some mistakes. Anyway, till next time…..