Post by mila on Jun 2, 2011 5:16:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/115050/blood-red-rose-design.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #660000 3px solid;] Just another dog Officially speaking, she had screwed up. Soon after running away from Azrael, a human had captured her, sedated her, and dragged her to this room. There was a lock on the door, and it had been specially made so she couldn't get into anybody head. She was curled up on the bed and slowly coming out of her stupor. She was in a daze, and she was parched. An orderly came in and injected something into her arm. When she tried to ask what it was, she couldn't even find the strength to speak. The world was spinning around her, and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. The minutes ticked into hours, and she continued to lay there. She was devoid of emotion, the will to fight back and surprising as it may seem, she couldn't find the energy to pick up her fork to eat the slop that they called food. After a few days of this pattern, several orderlies came in, strapped her to a stretcher, and took her into the medical ward to shove a feeding tube down her throat. With the slop being pumped into her stomach, the orderlies relaxed as doctor after doctor came in to examine to young woman. To them, she was an interesting specimen. For her, she was wishing for escape or even death by that point. She had long since given up on miracles. After all, dreaming for the impossible was foolish. Shifting her body slightly, she groaned and struggled to speak. With her helmet firmly in place, she couldn't see a damned thing, let alone get into anybody's head. When the orderlies discovered that she was trying to speak, they were quick to pull out the feeding tube. "W-water.." She croaked pathetically, drawing in several, raggedy breaths. Cool liquid flowed past her lips, and she swallowed it with gusto. She didn't care if this meant she was their bitch from this point on. It no longer mattered to her. Water trickled from the corners of her lips and trailed down her throat, only to be wiped away by one of the gentler orderlies. "She looks so..innocent..how can she be the one that's caused so much damage?" She heard one of them whisper as she continued to drink the cool liquid. Another one growled above her inert figure. "Don't be fooled by her looks. She's a monster." |
The stretcher was on the move again. Within moments, her weakened body was tossed onto her bed. The door slammed, and she whimpered pathetically. What had she done to deserve this? Besides be a freak of nature, that is. After a moment or so, she dozed off. Sleep brought ignorance, and ignorance was bliss.
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Credit to Skittlez
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