It all started so calmly, the sky was a bright blue through the windows of my cell, the tile floor stained with blood. Yet the birds outside don’t seem to mind as they perch themselves onto the windowsill. As I looked down to the ground I watched as several animals passed by. I lifted my left arm up it glowing with a shine of metal plates as the gears hummed inside of the arm. I opened up a panel that was on the underside of the arm looking at the many wires that connected to my nerves. Once again I contemplated pulling the large wire connected to the nerves in the back of my brain just to get out of this place. But as I reached for the wire the door opened as a much larger white wolf walked into the room, in his left hand he held a book in his right he held a scalpel.
“Well come on Novine we have work to do.”
He said as he walked over grabbing my tail. With a strong pull he dragged me down to the ground. He then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to an operation room. The room itself was covered in more blood with organic materials hanging from the ceiling. I felt nauseous just by standing there let alone being slammed down onto the table as my left arm locked up preventing me from moving at all. The doctor proceeded to make two incisions under and above my left eye, blood started to leak from the wounds turning the color to a red. I couldn’t help but try to wipe my eyes as I felt the burn of these cuts. I heard the doctor say something as he pushes the scalpel down onto my hand it piercing the table so I couldn’t move. He then turned around walking to a table with different vials as all I could do was scream from the pain of these new cuts. They dyed my grey fur red around my eye. My tail was twitching as all of my muscles tried to make me get up and run.
“Now hold still. If I don’t do this you will die.” He said this as if he was trying to keep me alive. That was a lie, all of it was. They gunned my parents down in front of me. They took me away from them all to just run test after test. These tests involved several knives and deep cuts. As I thought about my parent’s tears ran down my cheeks, on the right they were a bale blue, on my right they were coated in blood turning them to crimson red. They seemed to just run on forever, I hadn’t realized the doctor was dropping a solution of acid onto my wounds. I let out another scream as my eye became hazed, This time however I ripped the scalpel out of my hand jamming it into his leg my wounds healing, my left eye having an iris of blood red the other a emerald green. The doctor let out a yell himself as he tried to throw me against the wall, his eyes filed with anger and fear. I bolted down the hall in a full sprint as a guard much larger than myself grabbed my small throat throwing me down the hallway. I felt my back hit the wall as a sharp pain burst through my right ribs as several wet snaps rang through my body. It became harder to breath as I felt my body tense up, falling to the floor. All I could do is sit there and watch a much larger wolf walk over, his arm was also made of metal. He was wearing a leather duster with large spikes coming off the shoulders. I then became light headed and fell over unable to breath anymore.
Notes: well, i was wondering what everyone things of my work. Its a little more adult but i think teenagers can handle this kind of reading.
Topic: Prolog to my book i am writeing. Warning: slight violence. (Read 1075 times)