Fan Fiction ❯ The Tales of Lady Midnight and Jason Dark ❯ Was It All A Bad Dream ( Chapter 2 )

I woke up in an alley, not the same one that I walked into, but an alley nonetheless. My head was pounding, but the black suit was gone. Had it all been a dream? Had I really just been mugged and dreamt everything else? I stood up slowly, and almost fell down. I could barely feel my legs much less see them; I just couldn’t get out of this fog. Leaning onto the wall I was able to get myself out to the street where I collapsed. I couldn’t see, but I could hear lots of screams and sirens. I could feel myself being lifted and driven away. I guess I was on an ambulance. I was so tired that I just fell asleep. When I woke up the pounding had left my head. I was in what looked like a hospital room. I heard a voice in the background.

"Yes sir, we have her secured for transport." I couldn’t move, but this time I knew the reason. I was strapped to the bed. I began to panic and the headache came back. Everything grew dim, but I could see the black suit appear. Suddenly, my vision came back and my head hurt more than anything that I have ever felt. With one quick, forceful move I broke my constraints and jumped from the bed to the floor. At this point I crumpled into a pile on the floor.I stared at the spinning ceiling and a familiar voice said.

"I told him she was unstable." A crash followed by a loud thud resonated in my skull. I was lifted once more and taken away. I heard the conversation of my two abductors.

"Are you sure that we are the only people after her?"

"Yeah, the boss said that as far as anyone knows, she no longer exists. Besides, with that crazy little man out of the picture no one can stop the doc’s plan for her."

I woke up the next morning in my own room. I looked around. I wasn’t wearing the black suit, and I was still in a fog. Had last night just been one big dream? I walked from the bed to the door, but when I reached for it I grabbed at air. That’s when the sleep started to wear off. I noticed I was in a robe that I had never seen in my life. All the doors and windows were gone, and the roof was very high. In the furthest top corner of the roof sat the only window and door in the room. Both of which could only be accessed from the other side. That is when my claustrophobia kicked in. I needed air. I began to panic and my head began to pound. The pain was so great that I dropped to my knees. Then in what can only be explained as an uncontrollable rage I lost all ability to move by my own will. My eyes never completely focused, but I knew the black suit was back. My robe shattered to pieces and I started beating the walls. I must have looked like a very strange gorilla. I felt something grab me and hold me down. Followed by a sharp pinprick in my arm. A pleasant fuzzy sensation came over me and I dropped to the floor.

I was strapped into a metal straight jacket and placed in the upper left corner of a small room. Maybe ten foot by ten foot. The walls were metallic, and a large two-way mirror covering the entire space in front of me. In that mirrored surface I saw that I was still in the black suit. My head wasn’t hurting and I could not feel any part of my body. I drew up all the strength that I had and leaned my head back against the wall. I drew each breath heavy and slow. My eyes fell shut. I was just glad to be conscious. That’s the first time I heard the voice.

"You are heavily tranquilized," it sounded like one of those fast food speakers. "and won’t be out of it for several hours. We also know that when you regain control of yourself that you can break through it very easily. That is why I have taken the liberty of having your restraint vacuum-sealed and you attached to the wall with a large electromagnet."

"What is going on?"

"You know what is going on, and you are going to tell us all about it." At that point the gas seeped in to the room. I lost the consciousness I had been so grateful for just a few minutes earlier.

I awoke wearing a hospital gown. This room was different. I was on a red psychiatrist’s couch. Across from me was a desk and a large chair with its back turned to me.

"Do not be afraid," said the chair, "if anything it is I that should be afraid of you."

"What do you mean?" I was tired guarded and angry. "What’s going on? What am I doing here?" The questions clouded my head. It began to pound.

"No! Please calm down!" The chair spun around and a middle-aged man with thinning hair jumped over the desk and grabbed my arms. "Please. We have found that when you become panicked or angry you become an out of control monster."

"What?" I was hoping for some answers.

"We don’t know much more than that. You were discovered by one of our agents that were working in the hospital when a nurse ran frightened from your room. You must have become the monster and scared her out of her wits. When he ran into the room you were lying on the floor. Later on a few of my men escorted you out. That was about a month ago."

"My family will come for me, I think."

"What do you mean you think?"

"I can’t remember some things."

"Like…?"

"Like I have a family, but I don’t remember them specifically."

"Well, if the boys have done their job, and they have, no one even knows you exist. As for your family you are just another small town girl who goes to a big city college and couldn’t handle the responsibility, and too proud to go home."

"Thorough."

"Yes, and effective. Would you like to tell us how you managed for so long."

"Us?"

"There are a few people in this room with us in case you loose it again."

"I don’t know anything. I followed an ad to make fifty bucks. Then I ended up here."

"I see."

"At least one of us can."

"What do you mean?"

"I haven’t been able to see clearly for quite a while."

"Would you allow us to give you an MRI to see if your brain has any damage to it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"If you haven’t already noticed, I don’t like small or enclosed spaces. Besides, I have had my fill of needles,"

"Are you hungry?" Obviously changing the subject.

"A little."

"What would you like?"

"Tea and dry toast please." My stomach was doing flips, but some food may relax me.

"Olga. Could you bring our special guest some tea and toast? Thank you. It should be here any minute." A nervous looking blonde woman came in soon after. She quickly placed down the tray and left. As she passed me I saw her rubbing a band on her arm. It looked a lot like the one I had been fiddling with on my wrist.

"What’s this?" I said pointing to the band.

"Oh…we…uhn…use it to keep track of our residents."

"You mean that there are others like me?" I sounded almost hopeful.

"No, no one quite like you. Mostly live-in help and people in the witness protection program are our only residents. You should try to eat. You’ve been here a month without a bite to eat." He ushered the plate towards me, a little too eager for me to eat. Some weird rush of instinct came towards me. The food had a distinctly sweet scent to it, which made my uneasiness even worse.

"A month?"

"Yes, you have been in and out of consciousness." My head started to pound. To me this was the signal that the black suit was on its way. But this

time I welcomed it. I felt that I would need all of the power that I felt as black suit.

Still, something was different, the actual change to black suit never happened, but I felt slight changes heightened senses, a thin coat of fur formed over my skin, my nails sharpened, and judging from the full-length mirror across the room

my eyes became very cat like. I looked like an animal, but the changes were so subtle that even the man in the chair didn’t seem to notice.

"You should eat." He said, offering the food to me, almost a little too eagerly. Then, out of nowhere came a scarily deep voice.

"I have no need of food." Then, I realized, that voice came from me!

At that moment a rush of animal instinct flooded my mind and body it took over and I had no control whatsoever over the events that unfolded next.

I crouched back into an animal pounce-attack stance; a low growl resonated from my throat. The man jumped back and ran behind his chair screaming for assistance.

"Grab her you fools, and whatever you do don’t look into her eyes!"(So, he had realized at least one of the changes that I had gone through, but I still don’t know why my eyes were so dangerous. I turned around; two large men in black suits and ties came in through the door. I hissed, sprang towards them, and used their bodies to propel myself through the open door. Running through the hallways on all fours I must have looked like a lunatic. There were people screaming and running throughout the building. I managed to stay about three steps ahead of the many people attempting to catch me. The man from the chair was barking out orders and cursing. The chaos surrounding me escalated to a point that I was easily hidden in the mass of people. I jumped out of a nearby, conveniently open window and landed upon a soft, picturesque, and well-landscaped lawn. I would have loved to stay and look around, but I had an overwhelming urge to get as far away as possible. The most amazing thing about this lawn happened to be its lack of a wall or a fence. It was completely open, nothing to keep me from escaping. I should have realized, one convenience too many. I ran, heading toward sanctimonious freedom. Just as I crossed the line between the manicured lawn to the little scruff of trees that was to be my salvation, I was shocked so bad that sparks ignited the band on my wrist, and I was propelled backwards. I landed face-up on the ground completely paralyzed. I was incapacitated but I was conscious. The two suits grabbed me and lifted me up to the eye level of the man from the chair. All the instincts had been sucked out of me. My charred wrist would have hurt, if I could have felt it.