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Linnea Milsten
9/27/09
Creative Writing
Period 1
Asylum A.
The subtle sounds of birds began to taper off as the serene evening began to disappear with the coming of night. A sky that once shown brightly now became engulfed in a shining blackness that spread from the heavens and rested upon untouched earth that lay beyond the asylum. All that could be seen were vast flickering lights from the building competing with the light from the moon for dominance. All outside was still.
Elongated barbed wire and electrical fences completely surrounded the structure. It was as safe and secure as a large prison and great lengths were gone through to ensure that absolutely no one entered the asylum and most importantly nobody left once inside. At more than 3 stories tall it loomed over the hill on which it was built. It contained over 3000 cells which resided in the top 3 floors. There also was a floor underground but its containments were unknown.
Inside cell 1-294 a small frail girl lay on her side curled up in a ball trembling on the cold concrete floor. Slowly she opened her eyes and peered around seeing nothing but white walls. “Where am I?” she spoke out in a hushed questioning tone. Silence was all that answered her. As fear overcame her body she forced herself to stand, stumbling over to a steel enforced door that kept her separated from a hallway that was visible only through a small barred window in the middle of the door. Panicked at the sight of all the other cells across the way, she let out a loud and terrified shriek. Her voice echoed down the hallways and, to her misfortune, fell upon the wrong ears.
“Oh good. We have a live one.” He grinned, turning in her direction, and began to meander down the hall to answer her cries. The trip was a short one, for he had been waiting near by for his opportunity, pleased immensely with the fact that this time around he had been successful. “Oh dear child, what a pleasure it is to hear you awake.” Her heart raced with excitement as his voice met her ears. “Oh please, you’ve got to let me out of here!” She exclaimed. A smirk came upon his face. “In due time, my child.” “Oh please! I don’t know where I am but I know that this is a mistake. My name is Rivan Vanti, and last thing I remember I was with my brother walking around the streets in my home town of Welun.”
He took his time. Pulling a key out of the pocket of his white overcoat, he inserted it into the door, unlocking it. “Thank you so much, sir!” Her praise was cut off as she was quickly pinned on her stomach to the floor. He kept his knees jabbed in her back to ensure her immobilization as he yanked her right arm away from her, turning it sharply so the underside was revealed. “4 shots, I see. Well aren’t you a strong one?” He kept a tight grip on her arm and dragged her screaming and squirming out of the cell ignoring her nails digging into his flesh.
He brought her to the end of the hall were he took out a small rod he had kept hidden, inserting it into a small crack in the floor, taking a step back as a section of the floor let down into a caged elevator. Throwing her inside he quickly got in himself and together they descended into the underground floor. The poor girl was trapped and could not even conjure up enough courage to attempt an escape. She sat there in a corner of the elevator and awaited the moment when it would open. Seconds passed by that felt to her like hours as she held her breath. The elevator had finally reached bottom. He again firmly grasped her arm and lead her out into the facility.
Everywhere men and women in white coats rushed around. There was screaming in every direction but she could find no source. The walls were made of glass and the room smelled horrid. There was only one emotion that it bestowed upon her and that was fear. “This way, my dear.” Her feet were jerked in the opposite direction they were walking and she found herself stumbling into a chair and being quickly strapped down. “You will remain here for the time being. Now don’t get too cozy, you precious little thing. I promise you won’t be here long.” A laugh was all he left her with as he exited the room in which she now resided.
The man was correct though. As soon as the silence came it was quickly broken by a group of people that rushed inside, pulling her up onto a stretcher, strapping her down yet again; this time so tight her circulation was cut off . She was wheeled into another room that was pure glass. She screamed in pain as needles were inserted into her delicate skin and quickly they had her hooked up to a heart monitor. I.V.s containing a substance unknown to her flooded her veins and made her body burn. Helpless, all she could do was cry to the man who brought her here as he watched her from outside the room. He stood next to another taller figure she could barely make out as her vision became blurred from the medicines.
A woman exited out of the room. “She is stable sir.” “Good.” The figure turned to face the man beside him. “Very good Mr. Osearic. I see this experiment was successful. How many others have succeeded?” “Only one sir.” “Well then. Lets hope she’s just as promising as she seems. I don’t want anymore screw ups from you. Got it?” “Yes sir.”
Rivan soon passed out from all the pain. When she awoke she couldn’t even identify her own body. Nothing felt as if it was her own. As she peered down at her hands her eyes widened in fear. They weren’t hers, they couldn’t be! Her fingers were long and her nails had grown a considerable amount. But, unluckily for her, those weren’t the only features that had changed. After hours of wriggling she was able to finally sit up, only to be horrified by her reflection in the glass. Her eyes were pitch black and her skin looked dead, as if it could just start peeling and falling off. “What have you done to me?!” She wailed and wept. “Brother, why aren’t you here? You promised to protect me! I hurt, big brother. Help me, please.” But her pleas were left unanswered.
She sat there weeping until she had no more tears left. All emotion had seeped out of her body and she stared at the ground, bangs over her eyes as she awaited the inevitable. For the people to come back and take her away. They didn’t let her down. One by one they came back into her room and pulled out every wire. “The mutation is complete. She is ready for training.” “Excellent.” Replied a very familiar voice. He gripped her arm, but this time she didn’t struggle. She was now too used to the feeling and she had lost all hope of escape.
“What test should we run on her first sir?” “Lets see how good her reflexes are.” “I’ll alert them to start set up.” He began to whistle as he lead her down a dark corridor that was dimly lit by a single hanging lamp. Pausing, a door opens for her and she is quickly pushed and locked inside. They didn’t even allow her the time to become aware of her surroundings before they hit the button. Rivan is forced to evade every object that is hurled at her.
First she is pelted by small stone balls that shoot out of the walls in every which direction. She manages to block most of them with her hands but the ones that make contact with her skin leave small bruises. Soon the objects get more frightening and harder to dodge. They pause for awhile but as soon as her guard is down they start coming at her faster and faster, slicing her skin, leaving permanent marks. “I beg you please just stop. Let me go. Let me go!” She screams with the last of her breath as she uses her immense nails to slice through the next round of objects being hurled at her before passing out from exhaustion.
“End her session and return her to her room. I believe she now is more used to her modified body.” “Yes Mr. Osearic. Wait sir are you saying you think she’s ready for the next stage? She is a promising specimen. She had the blood type that correctly altered the mutation, but she’s young.” “Are you questioning me?” “No, of course not. I just…” “You just what? You’d do best to bite your tongue. Or I’ll feed you to the previous experiments of ours. Understood?” The assistant nodded in compliance as she opened the doors, easing the girl into a wheelchair, taking her back to her holding cell.
The black night sky was melted away with the shining sun. Morning had come back once again and brightened the land. But even the rays of the sun were unable to penetrate those strong walls. Inside Rivan had no idea of the time of day. To her she was lost in never-ending night. Despite all her pain she soon found herself drifting off to sleep where she happily dreamt of her brother. Together they ran through the fields laughing about absolutely nothing catching crickets and small butterflies like they had always done.
Night time returned and the young assistant returned to fetch the girl as she was told. She counted the cell numbers quietly to herself. “1-291, 1-292, 1-293, Ah, here she is 1-294.” She slipped the key inside the lock and twisted it slowly to the right until it clicked and unlocked. “Time for day 2 of your training.” She sighed and peered down at the surprisingly still little girl that lay before her. “I see you’ve learned your lesson about resistance.” Taking hold of the girl’s small arm to pull her to her feet she let out a yell. “Mr. Osearic! Mr. Osearic come quickly!” His footsteps pounded on the concrete as he ran to the cell as fast as he could. “I’m sorry Mr. Osearic, but 1-294 was unsuccessful after all.” He sighed and took a deep breath. “What’s her time of death?” “She hasn’t been dead for more than an hour. I’d say about 9:18pm?” “Log it. I’ll alert the boss.”
He then returned deep down to the underground floor walking through mazes of corridors until he came to the final door quivering as he knocked. “Come in Osearic” He obeyed, taking a couple of steps inside, peering at the back of a chair in which his boss sat. “She died, didn’t she?” “Yes,” he uttered looking down at his feet. “I’m sorry sir.” Slowly the chair turned around revealing a man younger than Mr. Osearic. He appeared to be in his early twenties. “And here I thought my sister would’ve been the one.” He peered down at the scars in his own arm then looked back at Osearic. “For years we have tried and searched for the one person who could lead us to the new era. Genetically modified humans. I trusted you could find the gene and create for me the best army this world has ever seen, that would allow the United States to stay on top in power forever. I even gave you my own sister.” “I’m sorry sir. Perhaps if you’d allow me another try…” “No your tries are over. I have no choice but to shut down Asylum A.” “Sir you can’t!” “I can.” Before Osearic could blink, he was shot right between his eyes, leaving him to bleed out on that cold concrete floor all his victims were so familiar with. “And I will.” That was the last act of cold violence that ever took place in Asylum A.
The sounds of chirping birds rang throughout the air. The warm sun gently kissed the earth. Crickets and small butterflies played in the tall grass. A small little girl ran through it and chased them, picking up the pace when she neared a tiny blue butterfly. It quickly flew across a huge crater that now stood where a hill and an old building once were. The little girl tripped over her own untied shoelace accidentally stumbling and falling into a patch of dirt. She began to cry. But nearby was her protector and he heard her calls and came to her rescue. “Are you ok, little sister?” He knelt down and gently kissed her scraped knees. “I am now big brother. Can we go home? This place scares me.” “Of course.” And since that day no human has ever laid foot on the forgotten grounds of Asylum A.
 D0N3 · Wed Sep 30, 2009 @ 07:15am · 1 Comments |
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