Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Prelude ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

That was the last time I saw the light, for a very long time.
The people dressed in white garb who wore gas masks were the ones who brought me here, or at least I think it was them. I can't recall anything other then this small cell, or the white room. Nor how long I have been here, or who I am. These people in white would take me out of my cell, to conduct painful experiments on me. Then drag me back to this cell until the next time, but they haven't done this for a long time, or so it seems, time escapes me within these four walls.

While I waited for them to come and take me back into the white room, I'd walk the perimeter of this cell, running my finger along the cement wall, until my finger became raw, or I would sit against the wall wondering about who the people in white are, and what purpose I serve. The only thing that would bring me out of these trances is when I would hear foot steps occasionally going past the cell door. Other then myself being in here, the cell was completely empty.

I rested my back against a wall, trying to remember more about the white room, most of the memory is just a blur to: I lay strapped on to a table, with the people in white around me, and a bright light hovering above my face. One of the white garbed people would inject me with a substance, moments later my body would be in spazms from such an intense pain. It seemed an age before I blacked out. I'd wake up on the table realeased from the bonds, I wanted to speak, but my body would be paralyzed. The people in white would then roughly drag me off the table, back to the cell, and here I remain.

Is there anything beyond this prison I am in? If I have strength to look up while being dragged back, I see a long corridor virtually colourless, with many doors on either side. I glimpse this only momentarily before someone would strike the back of my head. I want answers from them. I soon became obsessed with the idea of confronting the people in white, it was all I thought about.

I walked to the cell door, and began to pound on it with my fists. It wasn't long before the door swung outward, and a blinding light filled the cell. Two pairs of hands grasped my arms and pulled me into the light.