Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Spikes Story: The Meeting of the Alchemist ❯ Damnit ( Chapter 3 )

The next few days brought on a painful adjustment to what happened. The men had only passed by my cell once or twice since the whole incident. Others had brought what was considered food and linins, such as clothes and extra sheets. I didn't like the isolation, though I could hear the other experiments snarling at the workers.

I was lonely, and I missed my parents. More so my mother. Father had hit her the day he took me here, and I was worried.

There I was, alone, scared, and worried. And I was only three. No child needed to be stressed at that age. Yet, I was trembling in the dark. I didn't need to be here, yet fate had allowed it.

 

It was from that point on that I lost track of time. It was the same thing everyday for weeks. Get up, eat, stare at the walls, eat, go to bed. The next thing I knew, they were in my cell binding my wrists to the collar around my neck and leading me out of the room. The light burned my eyes.

Where they took me was somewhere new. Usually it was to the lab for more tests. Now it was a bigger cell with others. Others that were not fully human. They didn't even resemble anything human. I seemed to be the only humanoid there.

But, I wasn't the only one to know how to talk. And, I was glad I never showed the scientists. They crowded those who spoke. They were basically animals with human capabilities. Even thought our whole “breed” was called by one name and one alone: chimera.

Mother had told me stories about them. Bad stories that stained the reputation of us. I wasn't too thrilled to be one. I knew the military didn't like the chimeras. And, if we ever left this building, we would be killed. And, I knew better.

The scientists left abruptly, and I went by the talking chimeras. They didn't seem that bright. By the looks of it, they only knew words they had been taught. One of them was just like hat parrot Uncle Robbie had. It kept repeating the same word over and over again. The others seemed to be smarter than that, but dumber than me.

How long was I here for? I knew I wasn't three anymore, but I didn't have a calendar to tell me how old I was. I know it seems silly that I would loose track of time being in a box, but it was true. Not being able to know the year or day really messed up my thoughts. Was I still that innocent child? Or was I just a monster?

One of the scientists scared me suddenly. He took the chain off the shackles that held my hands to my neck, but left the bands themselves. I didn't mind the bracelets and the choker, yet it meant I was still prisoner here.

I sighed as he left. Or at least I thought he did. “Idiot.” I muttered.

Next thing I knew he was yelling “I told you! This one talks too! Come look!”

And, there I was getting swept away to another test. And I didn't fight them off. I knew they had weapons on them. But the one thing I thought was `Good job, Abby. That was really smart.'