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[May. 6th, 2008|08:43 am] |
Where: An undisclosed location
When: Sunday
Who:Bea
Macha rocked back and forth as she tried to count off the number of days she thought she been in here. If she was right, then her birthday was soon. Like tomorrow or today soon. She was sixteen now or almost now and she was supposed to be in a fancy restaurant, in a fancy dress eating dinner before going out to a teenager friendly dance club and then maybe, *maybe* if all her stars had aligned properly and they managed to find the time for it, she and Nick were going to have sex. For the first time in this body. They'd been on a handful of dates, but he was cute and charming and attentive and she was curious.
And all her plans had been shot to hell by the fact that she'd been stupid enough to be off her guard for a second and someone had kidnapped her. No, not just kidnapped her, but drugged her, and performed some sort of weird medical stuff on her. And that was just the nice stuff they'd done. The other stuff, the ordeals she guessed she could call them had been hard and painful. After her first round of those, they'd tossed her back in the Pit, as she liked to call it and she hurt so bad, she couldn't move, couldn't even really raise her head for anything.
That'd been the first night she cried.
She cried for the first time since finding out about Mom and Dad and the car crash.
Things had gotten marginally better. The food at least was halfway edible, though she wondered what they were spiking it with, because they had to be spiking it. It's what she might have done.
They also had to be taping her somehow so she had to be very careful on what she said and how she said it. She just wanted to go home. To be home with her aunt and sisters. Why weren't they here yet? Why hadn't they found her yet? Weren't they coming for her? She curled up into a small ball, whispering to herself. "Happy birthday to me."
"How's our latest subject doing?" The question came abruptly and the tech looked up startled. " She's...um fine, sir. I mean for being here that is. She's really coming along nicely. Endurance tests are being blown out of the water and our psych profile is almost complete." Commander O'Brien nodded, "Alright, she mention anything? Family, friends, any particular names we can run?"
The tech shook his head, " No sir, I mean we've gotten her to cry, gotten her to scream, but apart from that, she's been mostly silent."
"Curious," Kele noted, "So young too." He remarked absently. "Yes, sir, though we've figured out something interesting about her a few moments ago." The tech flipped some switches, "Just a few moments ago, she said something." Kele leaned close to the screen, "Have you figured out what it is yet?" The tech shrugged, "They're still analyzing it upstairs, sir, but it sounded awfully like happy birthday to me." Kele shot him a look, " Play it back slower this time." he instructed. The tech nodded and Kele managed to slowly read the subject's lips. "Looks like you're correct." he said, thoughts wheeling around in his mind, "Keep up the good work." The tech beamed, "Thank you, sir."
Kele left the building, hands jammed into the pockets of his pants as he walked to where his next meeting would be, trying to block out the mental images of red hair and those stare-through eyes.
Bea shivered as she managed to get a small amount of sleep before they came for her again. |
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