So this is my first Thirteen Ghosts fanfiction! Based around The JackalxOC. It is based in Borinwood Asylum before the fire. Please review and critique!
Chapter One
There was blood. So much blood. It poured from her wounds coating the stone-cold floor she lay upon. The bars of her small cage pressing into her left arm leaving indentations that she was sure would develop into pressure sores. Her legs were curled underneath her; the cage not big enough for her to stretch out. It stretched out her cuts causing more blood to pour.
She was used to the pain. Each wound pulsed an ache she was long adjusted to. Every day was the same. The nurses would collect her and take her to the chamber. They would strap her to the table, the only part of her day in which she could stretch out her worn body.
There were others like her, kept in cells rather than cages. They were kept together. In the corridor they would transport her through. She could never really focus on them. She was usually pushed through at great speed, but she could hear them. Her hearing was her best asset. She had spent most of her life in the dark, so she relied on her hearing to survive.
Shouts and cries were all she heard from them. She could always hear a crying female. It was a horrible sound; reminding her of how severe their situation was. The shouts were masculine. They would shout profanities at the nurses moving her. Sometimes their shouts were directed at her. About what was happening to her. Asking her questions but she could not answer. She didn't want the punishment. Then there was the laugh. A male's laughter. Manic and insane. She always heard him and was always curious by him.
Silent. Mute. She had instructions to keep quiet. If she would so much as whimper at her torture, he would punish her more severely. Dr Kirkland. She was his doll and dolls made no sound. He had selected her himself when she was five years old. Taking her from the children's ward and starting his games. It had been 15 years since then. She knew not how she had survived for this long. His obsession with her kept her alive.
She had come close to death before. Slipped away to an almost comatose state. Each time she was brought back. Given the utmost care of the nurses. Kept alive to continue his sick games.
Borinwood Asylum. She was born into the asylum though she never knew her mother. She was told that she had died. Sepsis. A self-inflicted wound shortly after she had given birth to her. They blamed her for it. Another game to mess with her mind. She was raised on the children's ward until she was selected.
Each of the doctors selected a patient. 7 doctors; 7 patients. They called them the experiments. Each patient must meet a certain criterion. They must be a patient of Borinwood Asylum. They must have no loved ones. No family or friends that would come looking for them and finally they must not have any records. Once the patients were selected all evidence of them being at the facility was disposed of, burnt. If an experiment died. Their body was burnt and scattered far away from the facility. They could not be traceable.
The doctor's offices were based in the surgical department. In the tunnel's underneath Borinwood Asylum. It was where many patients were brought for treatment.
Six of the experiments were kept in cells deep in the tunnels. Deeper than the treatment rooms in an area only select employees were aware of. The tunnels stretched below the entire facility. Travelling for miles. Without knowledge of the tunnels a person could get lost. Lose themselves in the labyrinth. Many patients had been lost within these.
Charly was the seventh. An exception. She was kept in Dr Kirkland's office. In a dog cage behind the door. The blinds were always closed. The only light she had was when the Dr was doing his paperwork. He would usually be performing treatments or having sessions on the wards. No one was allowed into his office without his permission. No one knew she was there other than the select people with knowledge of the experimentation programme.
She was always silent. When he was in his office she would keep to the same position. Breathing on when necessary. The more he knew she was there the more punishment he would bestow on her. He had her in his treatment room for one hour a day.
He would torture her. A different weapon each day. She didn't know where the weapons came from. They were provided by someone. An organisation or a person she did not know. He would use the weapons on her, evaluate how the weapon would break my body. How it would cut or bruise her skin. He would document it in his leather binder. He always kept it with him. Sometimes he would take photos of her, sometimes videos. Silent videos.
