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Dark Light 1.2

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Since that day of resuscitation she’d long since stopped struggling. Outwardly anyway, inside she seethed with resentment and hatred at the captors stealing away her life, but she could do nothing, there was no point. She would submit as they pressed her to the mattress and strapped her down, as that vile liquid entered her veins. She would not resist against the pull of the drug as they watched her slowly drift out of consciousness. What reason did she have? She knew there must be a world beyond all this, but it was beyond her grasp here, still, even in the absence of hope a dark creature dwelling in the deepest parts of her would rage resiliently. Hours of oblivion would pass; often she would feel the sensation of having missed days. A few times, longer periods of time, weeks or even possibly months, she never could tell exactly, time was nonexistent here.
She would often wake in a state of constant nausea, with stiff and sore muscles, weak almost beyond movement, or in staggering hot pain. Once she woke blind, and though her vision slowly returned over the next few days, that instance put her in a constant state of suspicion, and even fear, an emotion that seemed oddly foreign. They were changing her slowly, experimenting.
She let the water drip from her face, running down her cheeks to her chin, and slowly drip off her nose. That dream had unnerved her, a shiver slid down her spine. Dreams were a rare occurrence, and when they happened to grace her they were vague, unfocused. This time it was vivid and crisp.
She pressed her eyes shut as if she could wring the feeling of blood covering her hands from her mind with sheer will. It was sticky and wet, warm to her skin. A phantom’s scream rang out in her head. She couldn’t stand it any longer and shoved her hands under the water rushing from the faucet. Viciously she began to scrub with the white bar of soap-like material provided her, she clawed at her skin with her nails in a vain half mad attempt to score the feeling from her hands.
When she finally took hold of her horror-spawned madness she wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to prevent shaking. Her soaking hands burned where her nails had continuously raked at her skin. She spun, pressing her back against the cold white wall next to the sink. Moments passed then slowly she reached out and shut off the water, there was torn skin under her nails, but her hands showed neither one scratch nor a patch of inflamed redness.
She sank to the floor and took a shaky breath, mastering herself. Suddenly her eyes flew to the door. She felt them coming. This was wrong; it was much too early for this. Her ears picked up the familiar sliding clicks as she heard locks outside her door disengage, then the steel swung open and in they marched in three rows of well-armed two’s. Six, two more than usual. They stopped at strict attention, a well-oiled machine.
“Stand” a tallish suited man said stepping forward a single pace closer than the others.
She rose to her feet, straight and tall, hands at her sides, at military attention. She’d no idea why she had always done so; it seemed the natural thing to do.
Two men came forward at a hand signal from their leader and approached her as a person would an unstable pit bull. Finally reaching her one reached around to pin her arms in a none to gentle lock and the other prodded her forward with the nose of his weapon. She marched forward and as she passed the leader her eyes stared straight into his, through the reflective black visor covering the front of the mask on his suit. She could almost feel the shiver shoot through him as he fell into place beside her; the other three in the group surrounded her in a cautious guard. Then they were beyond her door and she was in the hall.
The second page of Dark Light.

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NJKay's avatar
Want more! Again love the descriptions. I also think you did a smashing job of going into your character's head. The emotions suit the actions and everything.