lost memory storage

Chapter 1: " •••• • •-•• •--•"

          "Subject 014, step forward." The scientist, or rather Mr. Hirlton, according to his name tag, said. Across the cold, white lab, a tall boy with oily, pitch-black hair stood up and walked towards the scientist. The boy walked slowly as he trembled in fear. His eyes slowly traced to the pile of corpses at Mr. Hirlton's side. Their eyes rolled into their heads, pale limbs sprawled out lifelessly and their facial expressions stuck in a horrified state. The boy whimpered, tears filling his eyes. He was going to die. Just like the rest of them. Out of twenty, thirteen of them had not survived. What were the chances of him even living? 

          No. 

          He could get out of here. It didn't have to end like this. He needed to run. After that, he would alert The Outside.

          The boy broke into a sprint, dashing towards the exit, getting closer and closer... until he got stabbed in the chest by a guard. Blood spilled out of his abdomen as he widened his eyes in shock. 

          He had failed. 

          Miserably. 

          Tears blurred his vision as his eyes clouded over, becoming lifeless.

          "Jeez, those idiots. If they'd stop squirming we could've finished this experiment already." Mr. Hirlton groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "Though, watching them die is fun." Mr. Hirlton grinned, looking at the other six children, head resting on his chin.

          "Now, which of you will be punished next?..." His smile curled into a grin. Subject 020, 019, 018, 017, 016 turned away, petrified with fear. However, Subject 015 just stared blankly and the white wall, stained crudely with crimson blood from the violent beating subject 004 had to undergo after he was corrupted by The Machine.

          "My, my a willing candidate. Subject 015, would you like to have a go?" Mr. Hirlton teased, grinning from his desk. The 10-year-old girl turned and looked at him, eyes blank. To the other Subject's surprise, Subject 015 nodded with no further reluctance. Subject 015 walked into The Machine and sat in it. The pod closed as a net of wires descended onto her head. Interestingly, Subject 015 failed to feel any sort of emotion. 

          She was an abnormality in the system. 

          A freak.

          A human devoid of any feeling or emotion.

          Probably because of the incident that happened when she was barely half a decade into her life.

          "I'm going to start." Mr. Hilton said. Turning around, he smiled and mouthed, "Don't fail me this time." Mr. Hilton smacked a huge red button and saltwater pooled into the pod, making her float. Subject 015 closed her eyes. 

          If all went well, this hell would disappear as soon as it had begun.