*****NOAHS POV*****
The room was cold and filled with fear. A room that was quiet and lonely. You could hear an occasional struggle or scream from the near by creations. I heard footsteps coming from the hall. Oh no.. it was the time for injections. The ones before me fought as I covered my ears. I can't stand the sight of a needle or the piercing sound of a terrified scream.
I could hear the testers closing the cage next to mine. It was my turn. My triggers were needles. I felt fear. I looked down, scared as I heard to noise to my cage door open. The tester said, quietly : "alright, 152. Are you ready?" The testers always carried weapons on them. I was terrified of them pulling a knife out on me.. my long blonde hair brushed over my face as I looked down. I didn't wanna see the needle. The tester walked towards me and said fiercely : "you know what happens if you fight back." And it was the truth. It was scary, but I always fought back. I couldn't help it.
It was hard for me to speak. I was never taught. I couldn't understand the testers tho. Loud and clear. Their intentions were clear. Sometimes, they wanted to hurt us. We had to do three shots each. As the tester put one shot in my skin, I let out a pained yell. They were sharp and long needles. The needles kept us in check. The testers wouldn't do them if they didn't have to. If one of us died, they had to pay the people who ran the lab. That's why they did this. They didn't care about us.
"Be quiet, 152." The tester said, almost yelling. He put the second needle in my arm and I yelled again. My wings came out a little. That's when you could tell I was stressed. I wanted to use my powers. Maybe I would. I never knew what I would do. I couldn't control it.
The tester slapped me. Across my face. I was used to this, but most times I couldn't help but quietly cry. I hate this. I wanted someone to help me be safe. But by this point, I had a hard time trusting anybody. The tester said : "I said be quiet." He held me in place and put the third sharp piercing needle into my skin. At this point, I was almost quiet. I would let out soft cries, but I didn't want to be hit again. It hurt me mentally and physically.
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Enchantment
FantasyNoah, a young 17 year old, is a boy who has magic and was made from a lab. He finds himself in.. what seems to be a fantasy world after he gets shot. He has never seen this place before. Is it the afterlife? Is Noah in heaven? When he wakes up, he f...
