Rising From The Ashes

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Fire laced through my body as scream after scream worked its way from my lungs. I was going to die. I wanted to die. Anything to end this, anything at all. My reasons for coming here had disappeared with the echo of my first scream. Finally they had broken me in the room at the end of the hall.

Sheila warned me not to do it. Lily did as well when I’d informed her of my plan. However, after much persuading she agreed to have the others ready if I was determined to go through with it anyway. And I was at the time. I had no idea what was waiting for me.

I thought I was prepared for what I was getting myself into. I thought that nothing could be worse then the endless waiting, the manipulation, the feeling of slowly going insane. So, I went through with my plan.

It wasn’t even hard to get them to send me exactly where I wanted to be. In the middle of group therapy while Dr. Cartwright was questioning me about Cameron once again, taunting me with the knowledge that they would have him soon, I stood up and punched her straight in the face. I’d never punched anyone before in my life, but Cameron had taught me how to do it right. Still, it stung like a son of a bitch. The satisfaction of seeing the blood dripping from her broken nose was worth it, though.

Savagery wasn’t in my nature. This was just another thing that they had done to me. And as for this one, though, I’d let them. If you weren’t willing to hurt anyone in this world I was living in then you’d lose. So, I’d let the anger build and build, warping itself into a weapon inside me. The Officials were so busy with their mind games and superior numbers and weaponry that they’d grown lazy. They didn’t have all that I did at stake and this was my advantage. I prayed it would be enough.

Just seconds after punching Dr. Cartwright I was dragged from the room, resisting only for show. Seeing the looks on some of the girls faces, the hidden glee at watching the woman responsible for mentally tormenting them for months or even years knocked to the ground, made me sure I was doing the right thing. I’d get them all out. I’d save them and I’d save myself.

My giddiness intensified when I realized they were leading me straight past my normal room of torture, further down to the one at the end of the hall. It was exactly where I wanted to be. And that right there was the extent of my naivety. I had deliberately asked for the torture awaiting me, thinking I could overcome it. I thought it couldn’t be anything nearly as strong on as my desire to set us all free. I was so, so wrong.

It wasn’t so bad at first. They dragged me into the room and set me down in a chair. Like Sheila had said they didn’t restrain me. I thought it was cockiness on their part, them thinking that we wouldn’t leave this punishment for fear that they would do something worse to us if we did. Again I was wrong. Restraints simply weren’t necessary once it begins.

Unexpectedly, one of the woman that had dragged me in, stuck something sharp into my neck. Deftly she pressed down and then pulled the syringe out. Wide-eyed, I stared at the offending item whose contents were currently swimming through my blood stream.

“What is it?” I asked, voice thick and dragging.

“You’ll find out,” she said and then they left, shutting the door behind them.

Immediately I had attempted to stand up, to get to the door, but my legs refused to comply. I couldn’t move them, I couldn’t move anything. My entire body was paralyzed and that was when the lights went out. Or maybe it was just the serum taking away my sight. I couldn’t be sure.