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Language warning.
Trigger warning: slight mention of torture.
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Unsurprisingly, I found myself back in my glass cell. This time there was a man standing in front of me when I awoke.
"Well, this is a nice change of scenery," I said, sitting up and rubbing the large bump on my head. It was still delicate.
"It's a prison cell," the man deadpanned.
"I was being sarcastic."
"No, you were being a smartass. No one likes a smartass."
"Hey, if you're going to be an ass, you might as well be a smart one." The man stared at me as if I was crazy. I accepted the challenge head on and stared him down in retaliation. His long brown hair was down in messy waves that ended at his shoulders and his grey eyes matched the gleaming metal of his left arm. His face was hard, it looked as if he hadn't smiled in ages and his chin was covered in well-kept stubble. Why would someone maintain stubble? I'm getting off topic. Good ol' Metal Arm was wearing the very fashion-forward look of all black. I swear, he needed a personal stylist. All black and a resting bitch face like that makes no one want to talk to you. Good thing I didn't have a problem with that.
"I don't like smartasses. I don't have the time nor patience for them. If you try to be smart with me one more time, I will not hesitate to shoot you in the knee. I would love to shoot you in the head, but Dr. Heinz wants you alive. Said you'd be important for some reason. I'm almost glad, because that means that I get to watch you suffer."
If looks could kill, he'd have been hanged, staked, buried, dug up, and then staked again for good measure. Don't say something stupid. Don't say something you'll regret. Don't do it.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "As far as I know, I'm delightful." Damn it. I cannot cut myself a break, can I?
"I'll inform the doctor that you're ready," Metal Arm said before turning and stalking away from my cell. I knew without a doubt that I had gotten myself in deep, and now there was no turning back and no silver-haired enhanced to save me this time. In a matter of minutes, the Head Asshat was standing in front of me, spewing sciencey shit while his little lackeys were furiously taking notes on fancy little handheld devices as big as their heads. Something I hadn't seen before.
"Soldier, please escort Subject One to the examination room," I could hear Heinz's annoying German accent filling the room as if he were some sort of god. I have never hated someone so intensely as I hated that man. He locked his dark brown gaze on mine. "I look forward to breaking you." With that, he turned around and strutted down a long hallway of which I could not see the end.
My cell door opened with a harsh beeping sound and before I could even turn around, a cold metal hand had gripped my arm, whirled me around, and proceeded to drag me out the door. Soldier guy's metal hand was so cold that I felt like I was going to get frostbite, but I kept my big mouth shut about it. It must have been a sore subject for him and I didn't want to piss the intimidating man off any more than I already had. I couldn't help it though, with my hatred for awkward silences and my growing anxiety, I only made it about halfway down the hundred-foot hallway before I had to say something.
"Hey, Mister Metal Arm Soldier? Can I ask a favor of you?" All I got was an unamused growl from the man beside me and a slight tightening of his grip on my arm. "If I die tonight, donate all of my organs to those in need, except for my middle finger. Save that for the good doctor." The soldier slowed his brisk pace slightly at this and slackened his grip once more. After another agonizing minute of silence, we were mere feet from the door. It was a large, hefty-looking army green metal door that looked like it belonged in a high school in the 90's.
"Don't let them see your fear," Metal Arm hissed in my ear before he opened the door and shoved me through it.
In the middle of the room was a metal table, the type that coroners perform autopsies on. This did not calm my nerves whatsoever, if anything it only made them worse. Keeping my head up, I walked as calmly as I could to the table, trying not to pay attention to the dried blood on the walls or the sharp knives and other various instruments that were lined up on small metal rolling tables. It was by far the most agonizing ten foot walk of my life. Nothing about the room was welcoming. My bare feet were cold against the hard cement floor, and the bright light reflecting off of the old white tile on the wall made this feel like a torture chamber. I was going to die in a torture chamber. Taking a deep breath, I turned and hoisted myself up onto the table so that I was sitting and staring at a large one-way mirror in the wall opposite me. Great. People are going to watch me while I'm being tortured. Hooray for me.
I did not put up a fight when four men came and pushed me down onto the table; when they strapped my arms and legs down and put a gag in my mouth. I did not struggle when Dr. Heinz picked up a scalpel and cut into my chest, no aesthetic, but I screamed like hell. I simply closed my eyes and screamed for hours as I was poked, prodded, and tortured for hours on end. At one point, I opened my eyes and rolled my head to the side to look into the one-way mirror. Was Metal Arm on the other side of that glass? I didn't know, but of one thing I was certain.
They can torture me, they can have the joy of killing me, but they won't have the satisfaction of seeing my fear.
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This is a fast update because I was feeling strangely inspired today. The next update will probably be out tomorrow or Saturday night. No promises, though. See you next chapter!