One (A SPM AU BASED ON LN2)

The Lab: Part 3

(AN: Picture isn't mine)

Together, we continued walking through the lab, hearing the sounds of a piano being played from down the halls. There were no kids in this section, so that was good. However, One seemed slightly more nervous than before, like he was more afraid of losing me again.

He was really upset with himself for losing me the first time. It didn't matter how many times I told him that it was okay and that I was fine, (even though it was rather traumatizing,) he still never forgave himself. He held my hand tightly as if he was afraid of me getting taken away again.

He had led us to the adult quarters now, which was the last section of the lab before we could finally escape this horrible nightmare.

There were a number of adults in the lab that One explained to me and told me to watch out for, but the only one we came across on our little visit was the teacher. The teacher was not in charge of testing or researching, but molding the children. She taught them how the world worked, trying to brainwash them to the adults' likings. She was the one who locked up bad kids. One described her as someone you couldn't hide from. Someone with eyes on the back of her head. She saw everything. He said that he wouldn't be surprised if she was already watching us.

He said that all the children were so horrible and mean because of everything she had taught them. It wasn't their fault, but hers. And that wasn't her fault, but the world's.

She made them act that way, treating them like brainwashed zombies. He said she was a very tall, skinny woman. Her features were very sharp. She had short grey hair and glasses, wearing a long skirt and a dress shirt, clearly trying to look the part of a teacher. Her skin seemed to lack color because it was a pasty pale instead of the normal peach tone most humans had, which made sense because she was NOT human.

Her number was 28, and her powers included the ability to stretch her neck long distances to see any and everything going on. That was probably why she chose to work with children. Because she was super good at always keeping an eye trained on them.

I didn't like how we were heading towards the sounds of the piano playing, but One said it was the only way out he knew of. I partially wished that we just stayed outside, avoiding the lab altogether, but when I brought that up to him he assured me that it was much safer to go through here than to be risk being caught outside. So, we snuck through the halls, coming up to a door that was partially opened. 

Taking caution and doing our best to stay silent, we slowly squeezed through the cracked open door, careful not to move it and make any noise, right into her room. The teacher was even scarier looking in person than how One had described her to me, but I didn't have time to sit and look at her. We had to get out of here.

She continued playing the piano, her back turned to us. Her fingers looked almost too long for her hands. She continued playing the loud, yet eerie tune, occasionally pausing to write notes in on the piece of music she was reading from, then continuing again.

One paused, seeing that the door on the other side was shut, knowing and being fully aware that if we were to just open it we would surely grab her attention, just as we had grabbed the hunter's attention in the woods when escaping his home. So that didn't seem a good option. He silently scanned the room, when he saw a small vent.

He silently pointed at it, and I nodded in response, understanding what he was saying. I quickly tip-toed over and slid it open, only for the metal to make a loud screeching noise, completely defeating the purpose and grabbing her attention anyway, causing her to look at me, snapping her head 90 degrees to the side, which was unnatural and horrifying.

Her eyes were just as empty and emotionless as the rest of her. I could feel them scan me, like spotlights. I was so terrified, I couldn't even move.