The Encroacher's Trilogy: Dystopia (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3

A/N : The image is Chloe Nèlisse i.e: Flora.

I could hear shackles screaming under the weight of the prisoner in the Lab. The pane of the window was misted with dirt so I couldn't make out what was going on. I could only listen. I listened to a rancid and parched voice scream my name. I couldn't decipher if it were with anger or love.

"You! How could you do this to me? I trusted you! You will pay! You will! You will! You will pay!"   I thought she was talking to me, but then a laugh tore out of a voice inside the cell. It was a soulless cackle that pierced my brain.

"Oh dear, Valerie. You really shouldn't have come should you have? Haha. No one can save you, we're too far away from the world to hear you. Such a pity." She kicked the woman named Valerie's feet. The shackles shook violently as if they were pleading for mercy. Her unkempt, matted brown hair shook wildly as she screamed a monotonous sound of desperation.

***

I woke up shaking and covered in cold sweat. None of the scientists had noticed I was in a state of frenzy or that the bedsprings were groaning under my weight from rocking back and forth.

I sat there rocking and hugging my knees; just staring at the floor trying to forget the credible nightmare until I saw the sun peeking through the small windows. It stripped my bed of dark thoughts and washed the sheets while I welcomed its calming warmth by releasing my arms from my confined knees. I blinked for the first time after  close on three hours. There was one word to describe the feeling: Insufferable.

***

As the sun was involuntary rising and the hostages were starting to awaken, I slipped out of my bed and to the toilets. I was already starting to forget the details of the nightmare, and so instead I focused on attempting to scrub my tear stained cheeks from any sign of sorrow. No matter how vigorously I cleansed myself, nothing happened and so I concluded that the tears had burned my cheeks from the inside. I believed there was no other explanation for the sting of the puffiness of my cheeks.

I groaned with frustration.

I rubbed harder and harder but there was still no sign of any change. Without needing to look at the mirror I was disgusted at my dishevelled figure and appearance; but I secretly new that I would have to cope with the skinny dark blonde haired girl because one day I'd be free and I could change my appearance.

***

It took almost 2 hours until I had convinced myself I looked normal and my hazel eyes had no discolour to them. By the time I returned to my bed my Wall had gone to Gym. When the bald man saw me however, the same smile of yesterday evening had returned to his face.

"Flora!" He exclaimed in mock surprise,  "I hope you had a fantastic sleep." His left eye twitched.  "As I said last night, I would give you a birthday-"

"Surprise I know. But shouldn't I be going to the Gym?" I tried smiling with forced kindness and sincerity in hopes of me avoiding the 'gift'. For the first time in my pathetic life, I wanted to go to Gym. I could suffer just one more 3 mile run. Just one.

We temporarily exchanged an odious stare until he broke the eye contact and beckoned me to follow him.

He brought me to the old consultation room I had found myself in when I first arrived. I instantaneously whimpered and moved back the way we came- ignoring how cowardly I was. The pain in my leg was suddenly noticeable and I clutched it without any dignity, however the bald man was one step ahead of me and he pushed me towards the centre of the room.

The only thing that had changed was that there were four cushioned armchairs; two parallel the other two. He gestured that I sit down in the one closest to the door and so I loiteringly did as he wished.

Once I had sat down, he left the room momentarily and brought the present in.

"Now Flora, I know I have been very ill-mannered towards you lately; however I would like to make it up to you by giving you a very special birthday present." My hands gripped the chair. I recognised it immediately.

"Flora, I would like you to meet your parents."