Hey guys. So today, I thought I would post the start of a story I've been thinking about starting for a while. Here's what would be the prologue.
The girl sat on the metal table, her legs swinging back and forth. She was around seven with curly brown hair and large, curious brown eyes. She wore a green t-shirt, pink and purple stripy tights and a pair of worn denim dungarees. Her eyes studied the large mirror in front of her, her head tilted slightly to the side. A group of doctors huddled together behind the mirror, writing notes and speaking in hushed voices. A man stood at the back of the room, watching them. His name was Dr Charles Monk. The door next to him opened and a man walked in. His features were masked by the shadows in the room. His voice when he spoke was calm "When is the final test?"
Charles cleared his throat and nodded toward the group of doctors crowded around the glass, scribbling in their notebooks furiously, "They will be going in very soon. The doctors plan to strengthen her one more time, and then they will test her. She is expected to be ready." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his lab coat to hide their shaking. The doctors looked up at the girl, then two of them left the room. They were seen a moment later on the other side of the mirror. The voices in the room ceased and the doctors approached the little girl. She continued to swing her legs, now looking down at her feet instead of the mirror. "Hello," one of the doctors said. He sounded nervous. "I'm Dr Cresswell. This here is Dr Isgrave," Dr Cresswell nodded to his female colleague. She opened her mouth to speak when she was interrupted by the girl. She looked up at them, her brown eyes shining, "Are you going to hurt me again?"
Dr Cresswell looked stunned but Dr Isgrave wasn't phased, "We're going to test you again, yes. Does it hurt when we test you?"
The girl nodded and squeezed her eyes shut. A tear rolled down her cheek, which she hastily wiped away with the back of her hand. "Get it over with then," she said through gritted teeth. The tears were coming fast now, making paths on her face. Dr Cresswell looked at his colleague who was staring at the girl with no emotion in her expression. This girl was an experiment to her, nothing more. "Very well then. Dr Cresswell, could you please fetch the machine for me?"
Dr Cresswell left the room and re-entered a moment later pushing a big machine along on wheels. It had what looked like an oxygen mask connected to a tube. Wires and plugs were scattered around the machine and a screen was placed in the center.
Dr Isgrave flicked a switch and the machine booted up. She handed the mask to the girl, who placed it over her nose and mouth. The tears had stopped and her legs were no longer swinging. Her hands were shaking as she tightened the strap around her head. She had done this enough times to know what to do. Dr Cresswell placed electrodes on her collar bone. The screen lit up, showing the girl's heart rate. As he placed the last electrode onto her chest, he whispered in a wavering voice, "I'm sorry."
The girl looked back at him, her eyes steely with hate and her mouth set in a firm line. She was so young, yet she was unforgiving. Dr Cresswell turned away, his gaze on the floor. Dr Isgrave spoke in a clear voice, "Turn it on." He flicked another switch on the machine and pressed a few buttons. An opaque fog made its way through the tube and filled the mask on the girls face. She sucked it in obediently, knowing she would be punished if she resisted. Her tears had restarted, sliding down the mask. Her little hands were clenched around the edge of the table, her entire body ridged in silent agony. Dr Cresswell turned away, pretending to make notes while the girl arched her back in pain. Finally, he heard Dr Isgrave turn off the machine. He heard the girl gasping and glanced over his shoulder at her. She was covered in sweat, her hair stuck to her temples and neck. She was rubbing her palms on her tights, sucking in air while Dr Isgrave wheeled the machine back out of the room. She came back in with a plastic chair and placed it in front of the table. Dr Cresswell decided to leave the room and re-joined the group behind the mirror. Dr Isgrave was speaking to the girl, asking her to lift the chair. The girl stared at the chair, hands clenched into fists at her sides. The chair began to lift, wobbling a little in the air. It hovered in the air at eye level to the girl before it crashed back down to the floor. The man beside Charles exhaled. Dr Isgrave nodded at the mirror and the doctors began scribbling again. The girl looked at her, "Did I do okay? Will you let me go now?"
Dr Isgrave smiled, like a cat that has cornered a mouse, "Oh no, dear. I don't think you're ever going to leave."
The girl's look of relief vanished and was replaced by a look of anger. The girl screamed and the mirror shattered. Dr Isgrave covered her ears, trying to back out of the door. But the girl turned on her, screaming and then splayed her hands forward. Dr Isgrave flew backwards, then forwards, hitting all the walls. Then she dropped to the floor as doctors began flooding in through the door and broken mirror, carrying restraints. They pressed her wrists and ankles against the cold metal and tied them down. Dr Isgrave dropped to the floor like a rag doll, bruised and bleeding. She had a nasty cut on her forehead and her arms were bent at odd angles. The girl was crying now, thrashing out at the doctors. All at once, they lifted up into the air and were flung away from her. They hit the walls and dropped. The man turned to Charles and nodded his head "She's ready."
He walked out of the room, closing the door with a soft click, leaving Charles to deal with the experiment that was now lying on the table, whimpering and unconscious.
Well, I hope you liked it. I'll either post the next chapter next Thursday or the Thursday after. Bye guys and thanks for reading <3
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