Short stories

Spark of Hope (pt. 10)

Black and white spots danced in my vision and I grit my teeth, the pain not ceasing even the tiniest bit. The whitecoat with hair blacker than death itself walked towards me and kneeled down beside me. I could barely make out Demon and Wolf snarling at the man and Fox letting out a hissing noise. I was in too much pain to even open my mouth.

"G-get away!" Demon growled out. "I'll kill you if you touch her!"

The whitecoat laughed and placed a hand on my head, making me flinch away, shutters racking throughout my body. "I don't think that you're in a position to say things like that 578," he said, looking amused by the boy's overprotection of me. "You see, 344 is very special, more special than all of you." His hand trailed down to my bare shoulder, making me whimper as he traced over the simple black tattoo that was there. A constant reminder of what I was. That wretched number will always be apart of me. Permanently stuck on my body.

His hand trailed back up and he grabbed my chin. "344 will become my most successful experiment. A little time and growth will be needed of course," he mused. I wasn't even sure if he was talking to anyone other than himself anymore.

I felt anger start to pool inside of me. This man was the one who turned us into this. He was the reason why we were like this, why we were so desperate for escape. He is the one that crushed our futures and crushed our dreams. So why wasn't I doing anything? The pain was now a dull thought in the back of my mind. All I could feel now was red hot rage. Fox was looking at me sympathetically until a soft gasp left her lips. She was looking at my one good eye, why? I wasn't sure.

I felt something long, thin and flexible start sprouting out of my face, but I didn't pay much mind to it. My jaw unhinged and I snapped it shut quickly at the whitecoat's hand.

He yanked his hand away, just barely missing my sharp canine teeth. His eyebrows furrowed, seeming shocked and puzzled as to why I wasn't writhing in pain. "What the hell is wrong with that collar?" he questioned. "Put it up to shock level six."

The electric shock increased, making it harder to ignore, but I managed. I dragged my body over towards Fox where my dirtied hospital gown laid. I slipped it back on before pulling myself up to my knees, still quivering with rage. I pulled myself up the rest of the way, my knees almost buckling from underneath me.

The whitecoat took another step back and his hands started shaking a bit. "Why the hell is it not going down! Put it on level seven!" he yelled and the electric shock increased once again. I hissed in pain, but I wasn't going to go down.

I reached up and gripped onto the black hunk of metal around my neck and with my last ounce of strength, I squeezed down on it, my fist shaking. My arm hurt, heck, my whole body hurt, but if I could just-

A snap along with a rush of relief snapped me out of my thoughts. The shock was no longer there. I let go of the collar, only to have it fall to the ground below me. I could feel eight pairs of eyes on me, all wide with shock, but I just stood there, staring at the whitecoat. If looks could kill, this guy would be dead a million times over.

"How?" the male whispered, "344 has exceeded my expectations."

While he was in his shocked state, I made my way over to Fox, who was whimpering in fear, her golden eyes boring into my own. "W-What happened to you? How did you do that?" she whispered and I shrugged in response. Reaching out towards her neck, I grabbed the collar and did the same thing I did to mine.

The whitecoat shook his head rapidly before stepping towards me. "You bunch aren't going anywhere. This has proven to be the most successful experiment yet," he exclaimed before pulling something out of his pocket.