Post by kfruntrfrunt on Jun 18, 2011 17:15:22 GMT -5
The last thing she could consciously remember doing was going to sleep in that god forsaken room of white walls. The bed had been hard and small, but provided the only amount of comfort she was given, besides the occasional talk with that delightful Dr. Bright. He had been a real character, and she had taken a shining to him, despite the oddities of his personality.
The last thing she could recall was that awful room. Her table was covered in portraits she had drawn and shaded; her only real way to pass time in that hell hole. The various scientists and researchers had allowed her the paper and pencils, trying to make her more comfortable. It helped, but didn't change the fact that she was being held captive.
The last thing she could recount was that terrible cell. Just a few days before it had been the torture chamber. A group of men were ushered in by guards. They each had orange jump suits and a nasty expression. The scientists did this about once a month; the prisoners were allowed in and were given free will over what to do. Very few every made it out conscious. Every time something would happen, something impossible, and they would all be rendered incapable of continuing what they wanted to do. Many times they died from these odd instances. That time a few days ago was no different. They had all fell asleep and started bleeding from their nose and eyes.
The last thing she could remember was that room. But now it was gone. The white walls were replaced by foreign plaster ones, with the occasional artwork placed on it. The cold, angular table was replaced by a wood one, carved with intricate patterns. The harsh tile floor had been replaced with blue carpet that was soft to the touch. Her bed was replaced by a monstrous thing, covered in comforters and pillows.
She gazed around the room and wondered if this was some test. Perhaps they were trying to test the effect of positive emotions on her. She had to admit, the decor change was welcome and she appreciated the change of pace. She stood up from the atrociously comfortable mattress and walked around the room. None of her drawings were around, which made her slightly sad. She wished that they would've put them in here with her so she could work on them.
On a whim, she walked over to the window and checked the curtains that hung before them. It was a beautiful floral pattern that put a smile on her face to see. It reminded her of home. Not the spartan living quarters she had been forced into, but her old apartment. Similar curtains were there too. She always left them closed because the window viewed a landfill, which was none too pretty, or pleasant smelling.
Just to humor herself, she threw open the curtains and her jaw dropped at what she saw; a vast city lay before her blinking eyes. She could hardly believe it. Where was she? Surely this wasn't that god forsaken facility! She rushed to the door and opened it. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised at the fact that she could open it, or by the hallway that was now revealed to her.
In a daze, she headed down the corridor, fully expecting some Class-D Personnel to come stop her and put her back in the room. She managed to reach the elevator and she pressed the down arrow. When it opened she stepped inside and rode it down to the ground level. When she exited the lift, she was in a lobby and still stunned. There was no way this was happening right now. Absolutely nothing could adequately describe her amazement.
This had to be a test. The beautifully polished tile flooring was cold against her bare feet. She brushed an arm chair with her hand, making sure it was real. She earned a strange look from the man behind the counter, but went mostly ignored. Suddenly, she shot her hand up to her neck. It was still there. That pendant that her husband had given her was still around her thin neck. She sighed and continued examining her surroundings with fascination and hesitancy.
The last thing she could recall was that awful room. Her table was covered in portraits she had drawn and shaded; her only real way to pass time in that hell hole. The various scientists and researchers had allowed her the paper and pencils, trying to make her more comfortable. It helped, but didn't change the fact that she was being held captive.
The last thing she could recount was that terrible cell. Just a few days before it had been the torture chamber. A group of men were ushered in by guards. They each had orange jump suits and a nasty expression. The scientists did this about once a month; the prisoners were allowed in and were given free will over what to do. Very few every made it out conscious. Every time something would happen, something impossible, and they would all be rendered incapable of continuing what they wanted to do. Many times they died from these odd instances. That time a few days ago was no different. They had all fell asleep and started bleeding from their nose and eyes.
The last thing she could remember was that room. But now it was gone. The white walls were replaced by foreign plaster ones, with the occasional artwork placed on it. The cold, angular table was replaced by a wood one, carved with intricate patterns. The harsh tile floor had been replaced with blue carpet that was soft to the touch. Her bed was replaced by a monstrous thing, covered in comforters and pillows.
She gazed around the room and wondered if this was some test. Perhaps they were trying to test the effect of positive emotions on her. She had to admit, the decor change was welcome and she appreciated the change of pace. She stood up from the atrociously comfortable mattress and walked around the room. None of her drawings were around, which made her slightly sad. She wished that they would've put them in here with her so she could work on them.
On a whim, she walked over to the window and checked the curtains that hung before them. It was a beautiful floral pattern that put a smile on her face to see. It reminded her of home. Not the spartan living quarters she had been forced into, but her old apartment. Similar curtains were there too. She always left them closed because the window viewed a landfill, which was none too pretty, or pleasant smelling.
Just to humor herself, she threw open the curtains and her jaw dropped at what she saw; a vast city lay before her blinking eyes. She could hardly believe it. Where was she? Surely this wasn't that god forsaken facility! She rushed to the door and opened it. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised at the fact that she could open it, or by the hallway that was now revealed to her.
In a daze, she headed down the corridor, fully expecting some Class-D Personnel to come stop her and put her back in the room. She managed to reach the elevator and she pressed the down arrow. When it opened she stepped inside and rode it down to the ground level. When she exited the lift, she was in a lobby and still stunned. There was no way this was happening right now. Absolutely nothing could adequately describe her amazement.
This had to be a test. The beautifully polished tile flooring was cold against her bare feet. She brushed an arm chair with her hand, making sure it was real. She earned a strange look from the man behind the counter, but went mostly ignored. Suddenly, she shot her hand up to her neck. It was still there. That pendant that her husband had given her was still around her thin neck. She sighed and continued examining her surroundings with fascination and hesitancy.
