It was a slow process.
My eyes take a while to adjust to the light and my sight is a bit hazy. I felt so light headed. The screams return that sounded they were not to far where I was. Something was odd. My eyes adjust to multiple TV screens in front of me. I attempted move my arms and legs from the chair. I was restrained to the chair by my ankles and wrists. I yank on the leather straps, anger builds inside me.
I look around to find some way to get out of here. I was in a small room, glass walls on each side of me. The floor was old, covered in dirt. I felt like I was in a cell. The television screens were playing some kind of imagery. I couldn’t really say what it looked like. But it burned my eye sight for looking at it for too long.
“Where am i? What’s going on?” I grumbled.
“Shhh. Shhhhhh! You hear that, don’t you? Do you hear it? Oh… Ah…” A patent next to me screams though the glass. Then out of nowhere some ghostly in nature comes in though the vents. The Walrider is actually a swarm of nanites; small, nanoscopic machines that possess great strength and power. I heard rumors of this… thing. That it took possession of William "Billy" Hope. Guess he was undergoing Morphogenic Engine Therapy, he learned to self-direct the lucid dream states, and he was then capable of controlling the Walrider. He overpowers the variant brutally slams him into the nearby walls and then gruesomely kills him.
Blood covers the glass wall. “Fuck. I’m not going to last long in this place.” I whisper to myself. Sadness fills inside me. Like when the heart spirals into a deep abyss. This is what my patients are feeling, making them go insane.
I hear the doors open behind me. I frantically look around.
“You think you’re safe in there. Wall flower. Pretty flower. Fucking… I’ll open you up. Open you up and show you. Make you purr. You wait right there.” Another of those variant says to himself. The straps become loose on my wrists and ankles. I walk slowly out of the room. I finally managed to find a knife and a small flashlight.
“Okay, I just need a plan to get the hell out of here.” I said aloud to myself.
I turned to leave down the endless hall. There was someone or something at the other end. I hold the knife tight in my hand as I walked toward the figure. I am not afraid to hurt anyone who comes my way. Anyone can be brave.
It was holding something, looked like a video camera.
“Mr. Park? It’s me Angel Cole, the girl you saw down at the Lab. Im trying to find a way out of here.” I called out, lowering my knife. Now I don’t know why I said my full name. Or I said his name. I mean it could be anyone. Just the way the figure walked. I could tell it was him.
“You can call me Waylon… and yea I remember you. I need help finding my way out of this hell hole also. But fuck I’m glad to see you.” He says, smiling at me.
“I know I feel the same way. I know this place is shitty, we both have to find a way to the main floor.” I say, looking down the other hall.
For some reason I had this itching of fear, thinking Waylon will leave without me.
I think me and Waylon had the same idea about this place. We both got this job thinking we were going to help these people. Seeing what happen to Gluskin - we both have to do something.
They all die here. I killed them. I thought when I send them to the Underground Lab, I was helping them. It’s my entire fault. I sighed heavily, the guilt in my stomach stirred. I swallow my salvia trying to lose all the built up emotion that could not stop tearing me apart.
It felt like hours went by. Every hallway we entered was a dead end. Or the doors were locked.
But I noticed something: there were a lot of things here. Not just bloody bodies, but documents everywhere. And everything was almost destroyed.
Waylon stops and points his camera facing the other end of the hall. I hold his shirt tightly and stand close to him to have a better vision of the camera.
“You see that? I could have sworn someone was walking into that room.” Waylon whispers to me.
Before I could even answer him, another voice yelled from somewhere.
“What the fuck was that?” I gasped hearing a roar thought the vents above us. I raised my knife above my head.
“God damn this place gives me the creeps.” Waylon muttered as we walk slowly away from the voice. Beyond from where we were, I could see a flight of stairs, leading up.
“Little pig.” The variant says under his breath, growing his tone of voice.
This fucking guy was a large man. He wears only pants with chains on them, creating an audible noise when he walks. His upper body is heavily muscular and hulking and he is slightly taller than Park. He is bald, a trait all of the Variants share and has ripped skin off of his forehead, claiming that it gives him truer vision. He had no nose or lips, giving him a monstrous appearance.
Waylon looks in shock, unable to move. He drops his video camera and looks into my eyes.” Listen to me Angel. We will both be killed if were together. I know we just met and now have to go our different ways. But I promise I will find you and me and you will escape together you hear me?” He hugs me and turns and runs one end of the hallway. I put my knife inside my black skirt. I know I need more than a knife to kill this pig.
I felt like crying, im alone. I am definitely going to die here, im so helpless. I really didn’t want that psychopath to hear me. Or smell my fear.
I was confused; I turn around to locate that deep voice. I had moved just in time for the hulk figure to grab my neck and throw me hard on the floor. He can easily kill me. He picks me up and throws me at least fifteen feet away with enough force to break down the door.
My shirt was partially ripped off and my knees were scrapped. Blood was soaking through my clothes. My hair was ruffled up; my nose had a steady trickle of blood running into my open mouth. I grunted softly as I lifted myself up from the floor, but crash hard on the floor.
My world went pitch black.
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3 hours later…
I moaned from the tapping moon night against my face, wondered how long I'd been sleeping. I blinked, shut my eyes, and blinked again. I yawned, managed to fully open both eyes.
Where was I?
I was on a bed, one of my legs shackled to the bed. My blouse was completely ripped, my black bra exposed. Don’t get me started on my skirt, was knee length now mini. I can see the knife blade tip. I slowly grab for it. Eventually, my efforts were successful. I cut the cord and pull myself from the bed. And look around for some way to leave the room. I look at a small table next to the dirty bed. It lays a document… about me.
Nationality: Hispanic
Born: April 2, 1992
Case Number: 171
Patient: ANGEL COLE
Consultation Dated: 2010.01.12
Initial Date of Patient Consult: 2013.05.09
Patient Age: 22
Gender: Female
Observing Physician: Dr. Garett Snow and Unknown
Notes: Therapy was unsuccessful. We will continue with more projects on her in the future.
I move my eyes all over the file, and sigh to myself. “They already got a file on me... Wow”. I rip the patient file in half and throw it on the floor.
All there was a window in the room; I knew exactly what I was going to do.
I slammed the door shut and twisted the lock. The curtains waved in the air as the wind blew in. A deck lay below the window. If I were lucky, I'd hit that instead of the concrete beside it. I pushed one leg over the ledge of the window, my leg muscles strained as I stretched my leg straight and then curved it over the window sill. I held both hands against either side of the wall and said a prayer. Dear God, please don't let me die. Below me is the courtyard.
I looked back over my shoulder, and hear screams. I look down. I have to be 30 feet high. It’s a good thing im not afraid of heights. But I am scared of dying.
I held my breath and turned to my side and bent my back to fit under the window. If I could angle my body over the deck, I wouldn't end up with a cracked head after I hit. I raised my knees and brought my other leg over the window sill until they both dangled over the edge. And, I pushed off.
My back slams against the cold ground. Only pain flooded my mind and a piercing cry came out of my mouth cutting through the air and bounced through the trees. I know for a fact I have a broke a rib, the shard might be poking into one of my lungs. That only means internal bleeding, where the blood is squashing my lung, making it very difficult and extremely painful to breathe.
The sky began to turn black and night was slowly creeping, the sun was then no longer visible. It was a cool, windy night; the swaying of trees and rustling of leaves could be heard but not seen, as the encompassing darkness had blotted out all but the faintest light. Briefly, a dark, wispy cloud eclipsed the crescent moon. For a few shadowy moments, it looked like there was a halo around the cloud, a dull aura of lunar luminescence.
I lay on the cool ground for a few minutes to catch my breath. That was most stupidest decision I have ever made in my lifetime.
Now there are only 4 things on my mind to escape this place.
Run.
Hide.
Fight.
Survive.
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Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks you for reading! I will like to know you feel about each chapter I upload! Sorry for the wait!! (Not edited)
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