Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24486970-20141212235607

So, this is my creepypasta. It has been waiting very long to be allowed on the wiki, and I'm hoping it finally will. I just couldn't live it down if it didn't. Anyways, it's up for reviewing. I fixed the formatting errors and made sure everything was ship shape. Although I don't agree with Mystreve that I didn't fix the errors, he told me to post it here so I will. Thank you.





 “Jakob Weirich accounted for. Nathaniel Parker, also accounted for. Isabel Cooper? Accounted for.” called the monotone voice of the man in the white labcoat as he surveyed the men and women, young girls and boys held captive in human cages. The light orange hair of Isabel Cooper bobbed ashamedly as she shuffled along to her own prison, her hands tied securely behind her back and her arm gripped by another man in a labcoat. Living hell, she thought. I never thought I’d be able to see it. The tall, gray-haired man clutching her arm kicked her, urging her forward. Her eyes were drifted towards the ground, her silence unusual among the line of screaming, thrashing people being dragged along. Her feet were bare; they had stripped her not only of her pride, but her clothes as well. She now wore a pale green, dirtied hospital gown, which barely reached halfway down to her knees. She didn’t bother to struggle with pulling it down farther; the ‘doctor’ squeezing her arm until it felt numb would surely kick her. She ignored the stares of the rest of the men and women in lab coats as she shuffled along, feeling their prickling gazes against her skin. She was even able to dismiss the slightly lustful eyes of the tall man holding her against her back. Her cheeks burned from when the heavily armed men had beat her when they found her in the street. Her own screams replayed in her head like an annoying CD, filling her mind until all she could do was recall the capture.

 They had grabbed her late in the day. The route back home from her work was short, yet they had still be fully capable of whisking her away. Her once shining orange hair had been chopped short, and now hung in a jagged mess over her eyes and a third of the way down her neck. Or at least that was what it felt like. The moment they grabbed her they praised her. Saying that she was a ‘gift to mankind’ and that she was doing a service to the rest of the world. Of course, given the fact that she had been spirited away against her will, she had called them a few names as well. They only continued to say that she was going to help them ‘change the world’ and bullcrap like that. I don’t believe in cursing, but right now it would be nice, she thought to herself, stumbling as her shoulder hooked against another person. She looked up slightly, catching the gaze of a smaller figure, a boy. He looked far younger than she, in fact, he looked nothing more than a child. A terrified, shaking one at that. His sandy yellow hair stuck out oddly and his eyes darted about the room fearfully, and he was also wearing a hospital gown, but his hands were instead bound in front of him, instead of Isabel’s situation. She believed that it was because he was young and perhaps weak. Tch, this place makes me sick….

 As the boy and his captor, a burly man with a bushy mustache, passed, she met his gaze and gave a small, yet reassuring nod, forcing her lips to move slightly upward in a smile that probably looked like a grimace. The boy gasped, then nodded fearfully, his shivering lightening, but Isabel regretted the gesture because soon after the burly man slapped the boy hard in the face, causing him to stumble forward a few feet and cry out.

 “Keep walking, runt.” The man growled, and the boy shook, holding his face as he continued forward. Isabel couldn’t help but stare as he walked, but she turned her gaze down to the ground again when the man gripping her arm kicked her leg, causing a dull pain to shoot up her ankle. The man shoved her up in front of a large desk, where a gangly man was sitting with his hands clasped on the table in front of him. She took in the sight of his light brown curls and deep brown eyes behind rectangular glasses, and he smiled kindly as she approached the desk.

 “What is your name?” He asked her, and for a moment Isabel wondered whether she was allowed to respond. He sensed her hesitation and nodded at her, smiling a reassuring smile that only made Isabel hate him more. It was a funny thing that she barely knew him, but she hated him more than anything in the world.

 “I….Isabel Marie Cooper.” He nodded, writing it down on a clipboard before glancing up again.

 “Thank you for your service, miss Cooper.” He stated humbly, and she felt her fingers itch, curling slightly. So badly did she long to punch him. Alas, her hands were tied-and if she did, she’d be punished by the man behind her. She only nodded, daring to open her mouth once more.

 “Are you….are you the head of this hellho-operation?” She questioned meekly, and she saw a quick flash of anger pass through his eyes, but it disappeared before she could fully sense the depth of it. She almost smirked as he forced a polite smile on his face, and she studied him intensely as he cleaned his glasses, not looking at her.

 “Yes, indeed I am. I am Professor Dan Dykhouse, but you may call me Professor.” He started to say something more, when someone yelled, and Isabel heard quite a commotion behind her. The man behind her was obviously distracted, so she turned to see three doctors struggling to contain an older man, who looked old enough to have already had children. Isabel felt a pang of fury and sadness at the sight. Had he had a family? Was he taken away from his wife? His children?

 “Let me out of here, you monsters!! Bastards, who do you think you are?! You can’t just kidnap people and use them as your own personal circus animals!!” The doctors struggled with him, two holding his arms and the other forcing his shoulders back. The man growled and kicked one doctor in the gut, but another one took his place quickly, forcing his hand back painfully. is dark brown, old eyes dimmed, and he was just about to give up when a female doctor pulled out a shot, stabbing him in the shoulder. He cried out, then his struggles ceased as he melted to the ground. Isabel stared in horror at the sight, unable to force herself to turn away.

 A few moments later the mess was taken care of and Isabel was led into a cell. She blinked, surprised to see two other people in the cage. The blonde-haired boy she had passed earlier, and an older asian woman, who was silently sitting against the wall, her head in her hands.

 “Devils. They’re evil. Devils!” She mumbled to herself, and Isabel stumbled as the man shoved her roughly into the cell, and she crashed to the ground.

 “This is your home now, subjects 1047, 1086, and 1017.” Isabel glared hatefully at the man, who only smirked and walked away, his shoes echoing against the floor. The noise was deafening. It was madness; voices screaming and shrieking over one another, sobbing trying to cover the yelling of the other prisoners. Isabel turned to stare dully at the two small cots in the cell-someone was going to have to sleep on the hard floor. She sighed, then shuffled over to the one in the corner, climbing numbly onto the hard cot, which had one blanket and a thin, ugly-looking pillow for sleeping on. She set her head onto the pillow, which felt like leather, and closed her eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Sleep did not come easy. Screams of agony and fear disrupted her dreamless bouts of sleep, and her body hurt all over from sleeping on the hard cot. She could barely hear the other prisoner’s breathing across from her, and the chambers were pitch black. That didn’t stop all of the screaming and banging, though.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Let me out!!” Screamed one.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You can’t keep me in here!!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Mommy! Where’s my mommy?!” Isabel drew her knees up to her chest, her heart clenching as the screaming and sobbing continued. She would not break. She was strong. She stared straight ahead at the sleeping figure of the asian woman, who had gotten the cot across from her, leaving the boy to sleep on the cold hard ground. She felt a pang of guilt, but it was soon wiped away as she realized that it was the only comfort she would get in this place. So she didn’t move, she didn’t get up, she just stared straight ahead, letting the screeching and sobbing of the other misfortunate souls like her send her through the night.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Wake up, subject 1017! Time for initiation!” She winced as the person kicked her again, and she opened her eyes, surprised that she had actually slept. The sobbing of the other patients still continued, but she only heard a couple screaming or yelling weakly. She sat up, glaring at the man in the labcoat who stood above her. He grabbed her arm, forcing her up. She turned to glance at the woman-the boy was gone-before she was dragged out of the cell. The woman looked up, her cheeks stained with tears and her eyes dull.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Isabel was forced to look at the floor the whole way, and her hands were bound again. The man led her into a small room with an examination table and a counter that had a selection of terrible instruments. A female doctor wearing blue plastic gloves waited, her eyes cold. The guided her towards the table, but something clicked in Isabel, and she elbowed the doctor, running towards the door. The male doctor grabbed her arm, almost crushing it in his grip. She gasped, struggling to break free. The man dragged her back, throwing her harshly to the ground. Isabel fell to her knees, cracking her head against the edge of the table. She cried out, feeling blood well up at her temple and her forehead explode in pain, her eyesight blurring dangerously. She felt the other doctor’s grip on her arm and she was pulled onto her feet, and this time she obediently sat on the examination table and allowed the female doctor to untie her bonds, instead forcing her legs and arms down, clasping heavy leather bonds around her wrists and ankles. Isabel forced bile down her throat as she felt the blood drip down her chin.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> After a moment of tense waiting and wondering what they were going to do to her, she got her answer as something searing hot touched the inside of her arm, and her screams were horrendous. No one was going to save her. This realization came to her as she was walking shamefully back down to her cell, her arm throbbing. She glanced painfully at the disgusting set of letters that had been burned into her arm:1017. I’m going to die, aren’t I? I’m going to die in this hell.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Yet again she was thrown back into her cell, and this time she saw the boy, who was curled up next to the cot, his head resting on his knees. Isabel grimaced as she saw the gross numbers on his arms. He shouldn’t have to go through this. He looks like he’s younger than seventeen. She stood up on shaky legs to sit beside him, hoping her green-brown eyes were smiling even though her mouth couldn’t.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What’s your name?” She asked, and was met with silence. Finally, after a long moment of waiting, he raised his head, tear-stained cheeks prominent and brown eyes sad.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I-I’m Henley. I’m fourteen.” He added softly, and Isabel felt a knife of shock stab her. He’s fourteen?!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You’re fourteen?” She asked dumbly. He didn’t smile, but she swore she saw a flash of humor in his sad eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Yes. What about you? How old are you? What’s your name?” Isabel snapped out of her stupor, shaking her head in disbelief.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I’m Isabel Marie. But you can call me...well I don’t know. Whatever you want to call me.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Is Izzy okay?” He asked cautiously, and Isabel smiled. It had been a while since anyone she knew had used that nickname. She used to hate it, but for this kid she would let him call her by that name. If it made him feel any better...well, it was the least she could do. She nodded.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Yes, Izzy, is fine. I’m nineteen, by the way.” His eyes widened, and he clapped his hands on his cheeks, then winced as if they hurt.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Wow! You’re older than me...way older.” Isabel chuckled, resisting the urge to ruffle his terribly messy hair.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I’m not that old. I’m only five years older than you. That woman over there could be older than both of us.” She gasped, then looked at the woman apologetically, realizing what she’d said, but the woman didn’t even look up. They both shrugged, smiling softly at each other.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The next month went by slowly. Prisoners were taken out of their cells two times a day to be tested on. The were given shots and different mixes of chemicals until some were reduced to babbling wrecks. Each time was an utter nightmare, and Isabel was on constant alert for the next man or woman in a labcoat to fetch them. They were given all kinds of weird drugs, some that killed and others that made them stronger. Some gave them diseases. Sometimes, after they were given various drugs or dangerous-looking concoctions, they were to fight one or more of the other prisoners. Isabel was forced to fight another girl who looked younger than her, until the girl was bleeding on the floor. The doctors clapped. They cheered, as if she’d done something great. But Isabel could still hear the other’s screams in her ears at night.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The woman’s name was Sachi. She actually turned out to be very kind once she opened up. She had a son in New Jersey. She is also a schoolteacher-was. She lost in a fight with another prisoner a couple of weeks after the doctors started feeding them sandwiches instead of disgusting oatmeal and hard loaves of bread. Isabel missed her. She had been the one to protect Henley when he was almost beaten to death by one of the guards for talking past curfew. No one talked after curfew after that incident. They had all learned their lesson by staring at Sachi’s terrible bruises. It was a good thing that she was put out of her misery in that fight a couple of weeks later.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Izzy?” Isabel turned to look at Henley, who was crosslegged in the middle of the cell, munching on an expired granola bar. She sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the cot.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Yes, Henley?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Why is the world so cruel?” He asked, his round brown eyes pure as he looked up at her, his face dirty and his gown bloodstained.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “....I don’t know, Henley. Maybe because it’s the ugly truth, while the whole time we were believing a lie.” Henley’s gaze turned thoughtful, and he stared at the ground for a moment.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Oh. Is that why people are bad?” Isabel sighed, getting off of her cot to kneel down beside him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I guess so. The world is full of bad people. Selfish people.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “But they’re not all bad, right? You’re not bad. My mom and dad aren’t bad.” She blinked, staring back at his innocent smile. So pure. He’s so pure…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No, Henley. They’re not all bad.” He nodded, then look up into her eyes, fiddling with his gown nervously.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Can...can I sleep with you tonight, Izzy? I’ve been having nightmares.” Isabel paused for a second, processing his request. He blushed, waving his hands.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “N-no, it’s okay if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed, flustered. She chuckled, ruffling his sandy hair.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “It’s okay, Henley. You can sleep in my bed tonight.” His eyes widened in surprised, and he beamed, startling Isabel. How can he smile, even in this hellhole?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Thank you! I won’t have nightmares anymore!” She smiled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Well, I don’t know about that, but…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Subject 1047!” Barked a male doctor who waited impatiently outside the cell, holding his clipboard to his side stiffly. Henley shot Isabel a sad smile, then let the doctor steer him off down the hallway.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “That kid’s gonna die, ye know.” Said a scratchy voice from the next cell. Isabel turned, staring at the scruffy, twenty-something man leaning against the bars, his blue eyes slightly drunken, probably from the drugs the doctors gave him. She frowned at him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What, Matt?” She asked, and he chuckled to himself, giving her a grim smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “That kid’s gonna die sooner or later.” She furrowed her brow, reaching through the bars and pulling on his shirt, slamming him against the bars.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “How can you say that?!” Matt only chuckled, his face slightly mashed against the bars. He didn’t seem to care how angry Isabel was, and that only made her madder.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Erryone does. ‘Ow many people did they bring in ‘ere at first? Forty? Fifty? And look how many there are now.” He gestured to the many empty cells, and someone coughed from far away. Isabel’s frown deepened. Matt was right. There had been so many people screaming, sobbing, and fighting with each other, but now there were only a few. Many had died of disease, or of the fights between other prisoners, while others had tried to kill themselves or picked a fight with the staff. The remaining ones were survivors-but she had barely noticed. She had been so focused on keep Henley-and herself-alive.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What does that have to do with Henley? He’s a strong boy!” She growled, pulling his face closer. He looked at her as if she were stupid, his moppy blonde hair shadowing his blue eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No he’s not. Ye saw-that asian lady saved him from gettin’ beat to death by that guard. I didn’t see him puttin’ up muchova fight.” Isabel glared at him, her holding on his shirt loosening slightly as his words made sense in her mind.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Sachi. Her name was Sachi.” She snapped, and he raised his hands in surrender, raising his eyebrows.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Yeah, Sachi. Jus’ fergot her name for a second.” Isabel continued to glare at him unflinchingly. He took hold of her fingers, uncurling them from his shirt. He sat up, crossing his legs and giving her a sarcastic look.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “An’ I know ye love that kid an all...but there’s no denyin’ it. He’s gonna die, jus’ like the rest o’ us. Maybe sooner.” She sighed, running an exasperated hand through her greasy orange hair, which had only grown an inch since it had been cut. Matt had a point, whether Isabel wanted to admit it or not.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Then what do you suppose I do, Matt? If you’re so smart.” She snarled, glaring at her dirty feet. He chuckled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You can’t do anythin’. It’s gon’ happen, whether you like it or naw. It could happen when yer gone, or over time. Either way, he’s gonna die, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” Isabel growled, pounding the bars with her fist, then instantly regretting it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Fuck you, Matt. Just fuck you.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> That night Henley slept next to her, his sound snoring making her heart squeeze. She wanted to know how he could sleep at night. How he could smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I love you, Henley.” She said softly, kissing his forehead. She thought that maybe if she wanted it enough, she would get out of this hell. That Henley would be fine, and that he could come with her, too. She wanted them all to come with her-the ones who were left. Matt. Jakob, who was in the cell with Matt. Anna. Miguel.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> A scream woke her. She bolted up, fear clutching her as she realized that she couldn’t feel Henley next to her. She looked around wildly, then screamed as she saw one of the other prisoners-Miguel-attacking Henley in the hallway. He had his fingers latched on his arm, and he was trying to bite Henley. He had finally gone mad. Two guards were trying to pull the two apart, and Isabel jumped up, running to the door of the cell, grabbing the bars desperately.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Henley!!” She screamed, trying to reach for him, but she was too far away. Henley glanced up, his eyes clouded with pain. His arm was dripping blood, and his face had claw marks, as if Miguel had scratched him. The guards tried to pry Miguel away from Henley, but Miguel growled insanely, scratching at Henley’s face and biting his other arm. Henley screamed, trying to pushing him away, but Miguel only chomped down harder. Blood spurted from the wound, and the noise of the fight was drawing more prisoners to the doors of their cells. They stood, like Isabel, watching in horror, some casually.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Do something!! She shouted, feeling tears spill over onto her face as she looked desperately at another guard, who walked into the fight. The guard, then fumbled at his pockets, pulling out a gun.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Shoot him! He’s going to kill Henley!!” She cried, shaking the bars angrily. The guard turned to the fight, aiming the gun at Miguel.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Subject 1036, release the other subject.” Migue payed no attention to him, and continued to scratch and bite Henley. Henley cried out, and he poked Miguel in the eye, trying to kick him in the groin.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Subject 1036, this is your final warning.” He pulled the trigger, the noise deafening in the otherwise quiet hallway. Henley choked, blood pouring from his chest. Isabel’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Henley fall to the ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No!!” She screamed, and the guard pulled the trigger again, silencing growling Miguel. She felt to her knees, feeling as if a hole had viciously ripped through her chest. She stared in shock at Henley’s body lying on the floor, and his once vibrant brown eyes dimmed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Henley!!!” She shrieked and threw herself at the bars, rattling them with all her might. No….no!! She sobbed, kicking and punching the bars. The guards rushed over to her cell, but she paid them no mind and kept shaking the bars, her eyes fixed on Henley. She felt a prick in her arm, and then blackness took her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Henley died. Isabel drifted, ignoring the empty cell behind her. Matt had died of disease shortly after. His cruel words still hung in her mind, tormenting her. I told ye so. She slid limply down the wall of the cell, slumping against the wall. There was a small bit of blood on the ground that hadn’t yet faded away, and a small scrap of Henley’s hospital gown. She picked it up, staring dumbly at it. I told ye so.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> There were three prisoners left now. Isabel knew none of them, because their cells were too far away for conversation. She looked up when she heard footsteps, and a male guard appeared before her cell with a guarded look. She stared blankly up at him, following him silently as he led her down the long hallway to one of the rooms farther away. Suddenly someone screamed near her, and she turned her head to see one of the prisoners screaming and struggling against one of the doctors, clawing at the walls and kicking furiously.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No!! I don’t wanna die! You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you!! That’s why you’re taking us! You killed those other two a week ago!” A guard came and silence his screams shortly after, but Isabel had heard enough. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you!! You killed those other two a week ago!!” They were putting them all down. There were only three of them left, and they were done with their experiments. They’re going to kill me, just like they killed Henley…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> A surge of adrenaline and fury rushed through Isabel’s veins, and she sprang into action, turning around to kick the guard in his groin. He groaned, collapsing to his knees. She kicked him in the head until she was sure he was dead-or at least unconscious. I need to get out of here…. She hurried down the hallway, spotting the main desk, which was empty. There were small metal bars attached to the top, and she flung at them, trying to yank them off, but they didn’t budge. She heard the footsteps of the other doctors; they would find her little mess soon. She had to find a weapon. she stopped prying at the bar and circled around the desk, pulling out all of the drawers. Nothing, only paperwork. She curse under her breath, then noticed a metal stand that would usually carry blood when the doctors were ‘operating’, and she hurried over to it. She pulled out out, its little wheels squeaking against the tile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Subject 1017! Get back to your cell!” She heard a guard shout, and she grabbed hold of the metal stand, swinging it at the guard before he could pull out his gun. He collapsed with a moan, blood pouring out of his forehead. One down…. she chuckled to herself. Time for payback. she heard the other doctors and guards running her way, and she grabbed the little glass mug holding pens and pencils on the desk and dumped it out, chucking it at the nearest doctor. He cried out, the glass connecting with his forehead and shattering into tiny shrapnel. He collapsed, and she raised the metal stand, ready for the next bastard to try and mess with her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Subject 1017-” Wham! She swung the metal stand into his side, causing him to crumple in pain. She punched him in the stomach kicking him over onto his back with her bare foot. He groaned, and without hesitation she brought the metal stand down on his head. She glared at him with such loathing, her eyes cold and her hands bloody.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “That’s for Henley.” A hand grabbed her shoulder and she screamed, turning around and punching a female doctor in the face. The doctor gasped, clutching her face, and Isabel wasted no time in finishing her off, laughing at all of the blood on the ground. She looked at her bloodied hands, feeling a sick feeling turn in her chest. I guess all of those shots and experiments actually did some good….I feel...stronger...even if maybe a little…  She turned to take in the sight of another panicked doctor running aimlessly towards her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I always hated red….” She lunged at another doctor, shoving the stand in his stomach, tossing him onto his butt and knocking the wind out of him. She stomped on his stomach, and he coughed up blood, trying to shield his face with his hands.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “This-” She brought the stand down on his shoulder, enjoying the satisfying crack it made- “Is what-” she slammed the stand down again, breaking off the tip that held the blood- “you get!!” She whammed the stand, now just a pole-its wheels had broken off earlier-once more into the doctor’s crushed and mangled head, which was now a bloody mess on the tile floor. She gasped for breath, her breathing choppy and ragged from fighting the doctors. She wiped her mouth, only succeeding in getting more blood on her face and clothes. She touched the burns on her body from when they had dumped acid on her as a punishment when she fought one of the guards, feeling the mangled, lumpy scars that ran from the bottom of her left eye to beneath her collarbone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Bastards. They got their payback.” She turned as she heard another shout- a late bird, perhaps? Another guard ran at her, and she smiled as she noticed the little pocket where his gun was held. Time for some fun.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> She lunged, ducking under his reaching arms and swinging the pole into his knees, and he collapsed with a whimper, clutching his probably broken kneecaps. She slammed the pole down on his arm as he reached for his gun, smiling as she heard the bone snap. He howled, and she chuckled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Tsk. Stupid man. You should pay for your sins.” He cried out again as she broke his head in with the pole, denting the bloodied metal. She clucked her tongue, reaching down to grab the gun from his holster.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I’ll just borrow this!” She cooed, taking the gun and then turning to look at the security camera with a smirk. He was watching; the so-called professor. He always did. He never was directly involved in the experiments, he only orchestrated them. That was what Isabel had learned from listening to the doctors’ conversations. And now he’s going to get his payback, too. He’s going to pay for what he did to Henley and the others. Isabel giggled, heading over to the hallway-she knew where his office was from trips down that hallway. She often passed it each time, but little did the guards know that she was paying attention to the location of the professor’s office. She stopped in front of the door, a sick smile on her face.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Stop!!” She turned as a doctor-another female-sprinted towards her, and Isabel sighed in exasperation. You can’t stop me, you stupid wench. She dodged the doctor’s lunges, and pushed her against the door with a harsh thud, whipping the pole so hard at her head that she heard a crack. The doctor slumped to the ground, and she looked up, smiling and waving at the security camera. She jiggled the doorknob, but it was locked. She grinned, heading back to the desk to pick up a paper clip from the pile of pens and pencils on the ground. She returned to the doorknob and picked it quickly, licking her lips as she furrowed her brow. Finally the knob yielded, and she cracked open the door, grinning as it squeaked. The professor stared at her in horror across the room, back against the wall and a gun in his hands. She giggled, knowing how she must look to him-a girl in a tattered, dirty and bloodied hospital gown, legs and arms cut, bloodied and stitched up in places-her scars running from her left eye to below her collarbone, and the mad gleam in her eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Hello, professor,” She purred, seeing his hands shake. She smiled in satisfaction, taking a few steps forward.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Don’t come any closer! I’ll shoot!!” He stammered, shivering as she tilted her head with a sick smile. She tilted her head, bending down to pick up a tattered lab coat that the lady doctor had so kindly left for her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “No you woon’t.” The professor’s eyes widened, and he pulled the trigger, and she tried to dodge the bullet, the bullet only grazing her shoulder. She clenched her teeth at the pain, looking up to glare at the doctor.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Oh, professor.” She sprinted forward before he could move, swinging the pole with one hand, the end connecting with his head. He screamed, collapsing onto his back on the ground. He stared at her, wide-eyed and his mouth opening and closing like a fish. She chuckled, revealing the gun she had stolen from the guard.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Professor, I’m going to kill you.” She said, and the professor’s eyes filled with fear.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “P-please don’t! I have a wife who works here and children!” Isabel tilted her head.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What was your wife like, professor?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “S-she was brown haired and she wore glasses like me!!” He stammered, and Isabel’s smile stretched wider, and she pulled on the lab coat, liking the tattered, worn-out fabric feel of it.There were spots of dirt and bloodstains on the lab coat, but she only shrugged and turned back to the professor, a wild gleam in her eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Oh, her? I killed her, professor. And now I’m going to kill you.” His voice cracked, and he looked up at Isabel, his eyes filling with sadness.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Remember, professor?” He looked up at her, confused.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Remember what?”  She advanced menacingly, her eyes darkening dangerously. The professor’s eyes widened with fear and be inched back further, but felt his back against the wall as soon as he did. Isabel’s eyes filled with fury, and she clenched the pistol tighter.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Sachi!! Emily, Matt, Alex, Miguel, Frank, Tifanny, Joan and Henley!!” She screamed, and he flinched back, fear clouding his eyes again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You killed them, professor!! They didn’t do anything to you!! You took them and slaughtered them, and I had to watch them die!! You were gonna kill me, too!!” She screeched, her eyes flashing dangerously. Suddenly her anger disappeared, and her eyes calmed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “....And now I’m going to pay you back for what you did, professor.” He gasped, and Isabel, looked up, her expression deadly calm.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You do know that you shouldn’t leave your facility unguarded and unmaintained, right? It’s such a health hazard….I nearly cut myself on the glass on the floor!” She giggled maliciously, and the professor’s heart thumped wildly in his chest. Her face suddenly turned from smiling to serious in less than a second, her eyes cold. She sneered and waved the pistol.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “But then again, so am I.” She murmured, her voice cutting into him like a knife.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “For Henley. He was the greatest of them all.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I-I never meant-” To his surprise, she smiled a small smile, looking back into his eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “ Of course you didn’t. But the world is cruel, professor. The world is a sick place full of bad people.” She paused, and the professor held his breath.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “But not everyone is bad. You’re not a bad person, professor.” He furrowed his brow, wondering if this meant that she wasn’t going to kill him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “D-do you mean that? I’m not bad?” She looked up, a cruel smirk flashing on her face. Her eyes filled with anger, pain, and coldness at the same moment, and she dropped the gun, dragging the pole against the tile. She scraped it against the tile, and his heart thumped loudly in his chest.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Of course not. I hate you, professor. It’s about high time you get what you deserve.” She chuckled, then her laughter grew louder, and she laughed uncontrollably, madly; she raised the pole until it rested on her shoulder, her laughter stopping altogether. She raised the pole, her mouth opening in a maniacal smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Payback!!”

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