Continuation

Jumping to avoid the wires I discovered that they only ran through the centre. Banging on the glass I managed to get the attention of the girl. I pointed down to my feet and mouthed the word ‘run’; it took me three attempts to get her to understand. “GO!”, finally she understood and ran for her life while I stood my ground. The punishment I might get cannot be worse than what that poor girl must’ve received many times now. “Hope… Darling you’re supposed to run; we don’t want to hurt you. It needs to be a fair test. So, please, run.” I’d never heard this voice before; it was obviously feminine and had an effect on me that made me want to obey. “If you wanted it to be a fair test, you would have given me competition that isn’t anorexic! I’m not running!” I screamed at the top of my lungs; obviously the whole arena could hear me because there was huge gasp of joined voices. To make my point crystal clear I crossed my legs and sat myself in the corner; as far away from the wires as possible.


A door (invisible to the eye) crashed open next to me and in stormed a man I had seen only twice before. But still the sight of him had me flinching from the oncoming pain.


“Get up. Now. Otherwise-“


“No. I don’t care what happens. I am not running. I will suffer the punishment instead of that poor girl. Because obviously if I win she will be punished for losing. I can’t live with myself knowing that I can prevent her suffering!”


Pain erupted in my right cheek causing my eye to twitch erratically. Spreading through my entire body the electricity affected each nerve ending, making me convulse violently. Unable to focus my eyes on anything I could just make out the shape of a man stalking me with a long, object in his hand. That must be where the electricity came from. He aimed at my ear this time. The most excruciating pain consumed me, causing me to curl up in a ball with my hands cupped to my ear to protect it from the sounds. Even the man's breathing was sending shock waves through my ear drum. “Get Up!”, considering the situation I found his muffled voice slightly funny, but my giggles died on my tongue as my brain caught up with what I was thinking.


“NO!” I cry, I couldn't decide whether it was fear or the electricity making my voice quiver and seem weak.


“Fine, your choice.” Pain; closer to my temple this time, leading to more convulsing. “But just to inform you…” his face grew clear as he brought his lips to brush my ear, “the girl will be punished because of your behaviour.” With a snigger at my gasp he brought the taser straight down on my temple. Blackness.


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THUMP


“Get Up.”


THUMP


“GET UP!”


I open my eyes as the world spun around in front of me, leaving me disorientated until my cage found the floor and the left side of my body found the cage wall. “Oww…” I realise the pained moan escaped from me so I clamp hand over my mouth before another could escape.


“Aww, you’re awake. I was looking forward to using another method.” It was the idiot from the arena, I could feel the smile spreading across his face as he says the words, accompanied with the crackle of a cattle prod. “Well I would’ve woken straight away. If you hadn’t busted my ear!” I snarl, bringing my swollen face closer to the bars of my cage. Bad mistake. The shock knocks me off my haunches, smacking my head against the back of the enclosed space. If they were counting on me to concentrate today, they weren’t helping. The electricity raged through my body, making my hair stand up on end and I kicked out; purely out of frustration at myself for being an idiot. Mistake number two. I didn’t realise that whilst the electricity racked my body that the brute that shocked me had opened my cage door and his face was in range of my foot as he grabbed to drag me out. My bare foot connected to his nose, crunching under the force. He grunts as the blood began to gush down his face, spilling into his mouth; making him look animalistic. I righted myself immediately; the look of revenge in his eyes scarred me completely. “I’m sorry. I…I…didn’t realise…. You opened the door. Please. Don’t hurt me.” The fear completely over took me now. Tears spilled over my cheeks and into my mouth- the first taste of water I’d had for three days! I babbled as I tried to make myself as small as possible in the corner of cage. I’m a petit built person anyway, so it wasn’t so hard to move out of his grasp.






What I didn’t count on was him commanding his sadistic, idiot of an assistant, ‘James’, to rip the top of the cage off. Four clicks of buckles. A bright light. Then I was pinned to the pristine floor of the lab; the brute straddling my arms and legs- I was immobilized. His blood splatters across my face as he snarled incoherent words at me. Struggling to breathe under the sheer weight; this man was in no way built to be anything but a bodyguard, never mind a scientist. Standing at around 6 foot his shoulder were three times the size of my slightly athletic ones and his veins bulged out of his skin at every opportunity. Completing the menacing look was his shaven head and the large, puckered scar that ran the circumference of his scalp. I was-unfortunately- his favourite subject.


The pressure eased. Gasping for air I moved out all fours, he took this opportunity to kick me in ribs, knocking me onto my back- once again ridding me of precious oxygen. “That’s better. Listen up sweetheart, I’m going to go and clean myself up while James here keeps an eye on you. Go get showered and dressed. It’s a big day today. So look the best you can, in your state. I’ll be back in about half an hour.” He grabbed me in the blink of an eye, picking me up and pinning me to a wall. His face was so close the metallic smell of blood filled my head.


“You best had behave today. You have an audience. And if you step one foot out of line, I swear I will do much worse than the dog crate. Do you understand me darling?” I nodded as much as I could.


“Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you?”


“Yes sir, sorry sir” I barely mumbled.


“Louder!”


“Yes sir, sorry sir!”


Thankfully I was able to have free reign of the bathroom. 

Just the beginning...

Okay Okay, this is my first story blog so please, don't judge me to harshly. :)
Origianly this story begun for a peice of English Language coursework with the title 'The Test'. I am going to carry it on but this is just the beginning, Trust me there are a lots more to come, so stay tuned!


(I greatly appreciated constructive critism! So feel free!)

Adrenaline pumping. Sending tremors through my entire body. How did I get here? In this dark enclosed space. I am not alone though, I can hear someone whimpering to my left; I just wish I could see them. I’d already been in this room four times-each time replicating my worst nightmare. What was in store for me today?

 Less than a month ago I was asleep in my brand new bed, snuggled up in my duck feather quilt. I had just settle in for the night when my window imploded-glass shattering inward, right onto me. I didn’t even have time to scream before there was a burly, black clad figure pinning my slight body, a hand clamped over my mouth. Using all my energy to shift the weight, I didn’t realise that a dainty figure had climbed through my window frame and  plunged a hypodermic needle into my arm. Within seconds the pressure was lifted; I attempted to get up but realised my limbs felt as heavy as the man who was now hovering in front of my face. Studying my every feature intensely.

“Finally. After years of searching, we’ve finally found specimen 6! I cannot wait to see Gabe’s Face!”

“I am so there when you tell him; with my camera!” The woman sniggered, glaring at me with the same intensity.

“Dad…” Talking took too much effort, my tongue felt like a strip of carpet in my mouth.

“Shush darling. It will be clearer soon. We are doing this for your own good. Trust us.”  At the time, I didn’t feel like trusting them. But at that time I didn’t feel like anything because the sweet darkness that had been hanging at the edge of my mind finally swelled and crashed over me.

For as long as I can remember me and dad had been running, only staying in one place for 3 months- at the most. And now I understood why. This is exactly what he was trying to prevent. I don’t know why but since my mother disappeared (when I was only a year old) people have been hunting me-all over the world. I couldn’t escape-and they finally found me. No matter how hard I tried to stay off the radar they always seem to pop up. The first time I went school, they disguised themselves as my teachers. I was completely oblivious until dad came to my parents evening and all hell broke loose. Once dad stepped into my maths classroom, he recognized Miss Honey as an imposter. Her name fitted her well; hair the colour of honey, always hanging straight down her back and stopping just above her hips. Her eyes where what caught my dad’s attention I had never really noticed out of politeness but her left eye was a rich chocolate brown and her right was a stormy grey. Her voice was mesmerising! She always held the attention of the class and never had an trouble in controlling the pupils. At the sight of my father she looked me right in the eye and began cackling. That laugh will forever be etched into my brain- It was complete and utter hatred. Aimed towards me. That was the last time I asked to go to school.

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Spotlights rose; waking me from my reminiscence and momentarily blinding me in their glare. I was in a glass box but I could only see darkness and the glass box to my left that contained a whimpering child. Anorexic-that was the only way to explain this child. Even her hair seemed to be thin, limp and lifeless. Standing at no taller than me, and I’m short for my age, you could see the anxiety painted on her face.  Breathing incredibly fast she pulled at the skin on her lips, muttering incoherent words to herself. Dad always told me I had an incredible poker face; good thing too because the moment I layed eyes on this girl I began to feel her fear but I would not, under any circumstance, let it show. I could feel people watching me intently; this feeling intensifying every time I was thrown into this room. There always seemed to be an audience. I couldn’t think about that now. Why was this little girl so scared? Did she know what was about to happen?

“Good morning and welcome ladies and gentlemen! Today we are going to test the physical ability of the coveted specimen 6 against a normal child her own age.” The roar of applause answered my fears. We had a massive audience. “Throughout the day specimen 6 will be put through tests made specifically to master her abilities and see how she compares to the average child. So let’s begin! First, a simple race.” That voice invoked fear from my very core every time it boomed through this arena. What did he mean abilities? How could that child next to me be the same age? She looked about 5! Anyone would be better than her, with her being in that state! I didn’t have enough time to dwell on this because the klaxon was sounded. A searing pain ran through my bare feet, making me jump around, yelping. Hot wires! They were using hot wires to make us run faster! This was going to be a long day.