One large amazingly bright light shining down on a dark skinned young women. Her body covered by two sheets of fabric, one small deep breath inward causing her chest to lift and fall as she gazed upward with an emotionless face. The surgeon as he leaned over the table “Are you ready Dr. Cortez?” He asked with his face half covered by his surgical mask. Melissa turned her head gazing over at the observation window. A silent cold glare was all she could manage to the man standing at it before finally nodding “Let’s do this.” She said turning her attention back to the lights above, trying to keep her attention from the small end table filled with tools for medical purposes or at least that is what she called them.
While Melissa lay in the cold embrace of metal and tender care of the medical staff who would soon make the room a new level of hell that even Dante could not imagine, Nathan sat along with his thoughts otherwise occupied by the conversation he had that morning. “He’s not happy Mr. Doyle.” the words echoing and giving shape to its speaker a tall woman with dark hair “Your little lovers spat has put our plans in jeopardy” She continued as her heels clicked along the floor “Please…I…I can make it right…” Nathan replied as he lay on the floor writhing about with small trickles of blood seeping from his eyes. “Oh I know you can Nate and I’ll tell you why.”
At that moment the woman leaned in whispering softly into Nathans ears “Because he said to tell you…last chance” the words chilled him to his very core leaving him paralyzed in a state of sheer horror even now as he sat reading to give exactly what it was he had promised. Doyle took in a deep breath and swallowed with a soft gulp “Last chance.” He muttered to himself before finally turning towards the window and from there no sooner did Nathan give the go ahead than were the halls now ringing with the wales of a whole other tormented soul. The voice echoing down the corridor to fill each and every single cell nearby including one particular cell, one of which within lay a large woman draped bloody, shredded rags that hung from her body as she lay there curled into a ball with her long crimson mane strewn along the floor.
A pair of brilliant emerald green eyes darted around the dark dank pit that had served as her only safe haven and her tomb. It was the place where she died and was buried so many times it was hard to keep track anymore, all that she knew was the needles and the blades and all those lovely glowing tubes… she couldn’t remember anything other than this small dark room with the voice of pain echoing through the walls but over time there had been new sounds, birds chirping, howling winds, a soft pitter patter of rain falling onto a hard surface. The trouble being that here she was in this large stone room with no windows and only one large steel door so how the hell could she hear anything?
What had they done to her? Why did she feel so different, so amazingly good after god only knows how many beatings and time spent being sliced into just so some masked shadowy doctor could shove another large needle filled with glowing ooze inside her body, why did she feel better than she ever had any of the other days of her life? So many questions and yet not nearly enough answers which is being generous given the distinct lack of conversation at all except on the part of the guards who constantly “escorted” her from her cell with such loving tender care. Which speaking of, she could swear that she could hear them more and more clearly every single time she returned and this time? This time was no exception.
She could hear the sound of heavy boots clacking against metal floors, the sound of their breathing and hell even the sound of their heartbeats or perhaps it was her own. It was hard to tell as just knowing they were there moving through the halls filled her with a heavy sense of dread. Not of the men themselves, what they did healed quickly but the needles and knives? Those stayed long after the so called ‘doctors’ had finished blinding her with that glaring light as they sliced and stabbed into her body. Granted the idea of being having her hair pulled while a bunch of men forced her out of a cell by beating her and using cattle prods wasn’t particularly an enthralling ideal either but between the two she preferred the bruises over the blood but then again…anyone in this situation probably would too.
Closer now, she could hear them just outside the door talking about as they put it “their plan of attack” which given the beatings she had received each and every night since coming here? Well the words seemed more than appropriate in the grand scheme of things but now…now the time for what little light heartedness had passed. The giant heavy metal door squeaked open letting in a blinding ray of light but not the sort offering freedom and peace, no that light was for someone else because this one simply let a group of tall violent men pour in from outside but something had changed. Were they hitting her? She could hear them yelling clear as day calling her all manners of names but for some reason they weren’t hitting her. Or maybe they were? She could feel something but it didn’t hurt. It was more like when a fly lands on your skin, your left with a slight tingle but that’s about all.
“Goddamn it!” One of the men in black shouted “What the hell are ya doing just get her up and let’s go! Come on ya fucking cow!” His roar followed up by a kick to the back of her thigh but again there was no pain…there was however her foot flying blindly to kick the man and with it came a strange sound, like twigs cracking under a heavy footstep. With that sound the strange sensation stopped, she rose up from her huddled little spot on the floor to see what had happened and the sight she was met with filled her with sheer horror. The sat the man who had hurt her so many times for so long, his back pressed against the hard stone wall, eyes wide frozen in a state of complete shock, a long stream of blood flowing from his mouth “What…what’s happened?” She asked as she began to stand “Weapons free!” A voice cried out calling her attention over to the rest of the men in the room. “It was an accident…why…I don’t understand” she continued before letting out a shriek as each man drew and fired their automatic weapons.
Again her eyes shut expecting to die but either they were really bad shots or something else was going on and much like all of the questions she had it could only be answered once she opened her eyes…she could see small sparks bursting along her skin. Her skin which had no sign of cuts or scars or bruises which made even less sense than why bullets from automatic weapons would be bouncing off from a normal girl’s skin but then again all she had to do was realize that she wasn’t looking forward to see the men in front of her…she was looking down, as if looking at a group of young boys firing off pop guns. It was too much, so many question with strange answers that gave way to more questions. She wanted out; no she needed to get out and nothing in this world or beyond was going to keep her from doing just that.
Truth be told I don’t really think anything could stop her at the time. As she made her way into the hall her eyes began to water as the florescent bulbs shined down on her now towering figure, this pain was welcome however as it only meant one thing and that was that she was just that little step closer to getting out. Soon however she was pulled back to reality by the sound of men and women shouting “Take her down!” they yelled. She turned as she did so more lights flashed in front of her and over her body; she raised her hands up to cover herself since that was all she could do at the time. A squad of solders in a firing line blasting down an empty white hall way at a young women who had either had a remarkable growth spirt and a lot of vegetables in her diet with a crumbled up stone and steel wall behind her or had something else done. They were firing though weren’t they? As she peeked out from behind her hand she saw the flashes of their guns blasting away and yet for some reason nothing.
There was the sound of gunfire but something else as well…metal? Small pieces of metal striking something but what was it they were striking? A question asked and added to the growing list. The difference being that this one was answered, before her bare feet lay bent and broken little metal shells that continued to rain down after having apparently struck her body. Now killing someone, even someone who deserves it can really mess with your head but then again so can everything else she had to endure. Now suddenly she’s smashing walls and taking bullets that aren’t even leaving a mark? Well suffice to say enough was enough, it was well past time to get out of here and so she sprang forward charging down the firing squad like a linebacker with who had hell on their heels.
Or more like if the incredible Hulk was a linebacker with hell on his heels given that she wasn’t just plowing through the solders, she was plowing through walls, reinforced blast doors that tried to close and even a few windows without so much as slowing down. She was a freight train on a mission which could be summed up by the words repeating over and over in her head “Find Melissa. Find Melissa. Gotta find Melissa” she said to herself over and over again until finally with one final obstacle broken down before her…she realized there was no Melissa, not anymore and maybe there never was. Instead standing in front of her stood a woman of her same height, her same build but with a few minor details changed.
It wasn’t just that she had dark raven locks or that she was wearing clothes that fit her and weren’t ripped to shreds, it was the fact that she was standing there smiling with blood dripping down from her lips and chin. Her teeth stained with the same crimson color while she grinned like they chessy cat and in her hands? In one hung a lifeless corpse and in the other was a head whose face was warped in pain and fear. “Kara.” The women practically whispered the word before dropping the lifeless corpse to the ground “Your free Kara…just like me.” She continues on as she lifted her blood soaked hands.
Was this really Melissa? Or was it some sort of monster who simply looked and sounded like Melissa? At that moment it didn’t matter as at last the last ounce of awareness had given way and in it’s place was but one single instinct, the instinct to run. Just as the blood soaked Melissa drew near a cry that would make the banshee herself shiver with fright bellowed out from Kara’s lungs before raising her hand and shoving the towering maiden to the side. Her feet then did the rest driving her onward as she continued her cry all through this place of hell and soon through the last barrier that led to her freedom. So lost an broken she didn’t even realize at the moment of her emergence that she was falling but then it didn’t matter in the least. As she struck the solid earth cracking the very stone, she scrambled back to her feet tearing through trees and leaping over mountains.
Not that she knew any of that since the only image that she could see was the image of the women whom she had trusted, cared for and even loved. The women who had betrayed her and condemned her to a seemingly unknowable hell had finally shown herself to be the young women’s own personal devil. The idea becoming worse and worse with every passing second the thoughts drained her more than the physical torture ever did while tearing at her mind until finally she collapsed face first into a pool of mud. She had no idea where she was anymore or what was going on all she wanted was just a little rest. “Just a little rest…just a little…” She thought to herself until at last with one final flutter of her eyes she drifted off into the sweet nothingness of sleep.
I know this chapter took a while and I'll be the first to admit I need a freaking editor but still I hop you enjoy it!
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