Chapter 1
The freezing concrete against my feet was numbing, I'm certain everyone else can feel it, but fear has been latched onto everyone, leaving us unable to focus and defenseless. Even if we were able to defend ourselves, the number of painful experiments They put us through has left us weak, vulnerable, and unable to protect ourselves. But it is obvious that They does not care, all they does is stand back and observe, write some notes, and leave. You may be thinking "Why exactly does They put you through this? Who are They?" Sadly since I don't even know, so it's currently impossible for me to answer anything right now. All the information I've gathered so far is that we look different than Them. Our ears sit at the top of our heads which are really fuzzy, whilst they have bare ears on the side of their skulls, and their ears and much tinier. They don't even have tails!
The alarm echoes through the halls, startling us from our sleep. '6:00 AM,' the clock on the wall shows us. I soon hear Them opening the door to the room we've been locked into, and They comes in with electrical prods, making sure we won't do anything. I never understood why they do this, it's not like we're strong enough to fight back. Screaming random words that I can't fully understand, They forces us into a corner and restrict our movements (and for some of us, our supply of air due to being squished into one another) until the door has closed behind all of them. I see another one of us, another "Scor," as they call us. He seems like he's around my age, but the crimson covering his entire frame makes it hard to tell. Poor thing looks beaten half to death as if he was just old gym equipment, meant to be punched and kicked at. They lifts him up and chucks him into the middle of the room and leaves us to figure out how to help him.
However, for some reason, no one steps towards him. No one even spares him a glance, which is very unusual since we've always been taught to offer help to those in need, and he clearly in need. So, being the Scor that I am, I slowly step forward, testing the waters. Seeing as his first reaction is to freeze in place, I crouch down and bring my bare palms to his view. "I'm not here to harm you, I just want to help your wounds. Will you let me?" I ask him, seeing him physically relax the moment he understands why I'm approaching. Though his lack of emotion doesn't change, I start moving forward a bit faster. Offering a hand may be a simple gesture, but I swear I saw some joy in his dull viridian eyes. After helping him stand up, I guide him to my walled section of the main room.
It takes a long while, especially with me gawking at the number of wounds I saw on his emaciated frame, but I manage to disinfect and patch up his wounds. Glancing at his face again, I realize that he's still not showing any sign of any emotion, he just looks shattered. "I'm going to go and get you some clothes that are thicker, you look like a leaf," I tell him as I get up from kneeling by to the bench he's resting on and walk away, only to come back with exactly what I had mentioned. Placing the clothing next to his feet, I look at him one more time. It feels like hours when it's only been a moment or so, but the lack of reaction helps me come up with a plan.
I turn around, quick on my heel, and walk through the opening of the curtains, closing them right after letting him know that he's always able to ask for anything he needs. However one minute slowly turns into two, those two turns into four, and four minutes turn into eight, and finally, he's done changing. Giving me a tap on the shoulder he sits back onto the bench right as I walk back inside. Now I know that he's capable of letting me know certain things. I sit down on the bed in front of the bench and look at him.
"So, what is your name?" No reaction. "What are some of your favorite hobbies?" Again, absolute silence. Once again I wait for any response and realize that I won't be getting any. Coughing to clear my throat, I start "Anyway, my name is Kaida. I'm 18 years old, I was born on November 08, 2007. I'm the youngest in the Cherith Bloodline. I like to meet new people and make new friends! It's okay if you don't feel comfortable sharing anything with me, everyone has their limits! I just wanted to introduce myself."
The silence that follows is incredibly torturous, the sound of precious seconds passing by being excruciating. I have to confess, it frustrates me a bit. With a huff, I stand, and right as I hovered my hand over the curtain, I hear an almost baritone voice behind me, "Kiro Lorique, 19, November 01, 2006. I'm the oldest, I draw, paint, and write." Turning around, my mind starts bursting with questions. What does your bloodline specialize in? What does Lorique meaning? Where did you live before you were taken? How many siblings do you have? Did you have any friends"
However, none of these questions get asked. Because the moment I open my mouth to ask one, the same exact alarm from earlier this morning rings through our ears again, causing many of us to crouch down and use anything to protect our hearing.
The only difference is the clock saying "8:00 AM," instead of 6. Just as the sound had started to get nauseating, They quickly turned it off and barged into the room.
"Wake up Scors, let's get this day over with, shall we?"
To Be Continued...
