06-11-2017, 06:36 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]give me danley or give me death - my revenge attempt for the gaveyard bird
burning
her skin burned
her bones ached
her mind screamed
more than before, if that was possible
since she'd given in to them, as an attempt to escape the torture, they'd dragged her out of the white dimension that was her prison and moved her to a room white grey walls. there was a table in the center with two chairs. she was strapped into the one which forced her back to face the door. hadley hated that. she couldn't see who was going to enter or what they were possibly bringing in accompaniment. all she could think about was how much her limbs felt weak and how much her vision was blurry. her head pounded every second she breathed.
hadley was left alone to wait, she knew not for what or who. then, the door opened and the clicking of high heels made hadley's mind become slightly sharper. the newest member to the room moved around the table, and as she passed, hadley felt an old and bone finger move powerfully along her shoulder. the women finally sat down, and hadley could clearly see who had been keeping her here.
she was wearing a black blazer with long pants to match. her hair was short and white, but styled well. her nails appeared manicured and her makeup neat. she could've been a politician, yet her she was, about interrogate hadley morton. hadley had never seen her before, but she had the appearance of a villain from bbc's sherlock. hadley could do nothing but watch as the women sat down with poise and grace, all the while clearly and silently stating that she had all of the power. it was not an ideal situation.
"so miss morton. we can do this the easy way or the hard way. your choice." the women started, her grungy familiar voice filling the entire room. she had been the one in the white dimension. hadley looked up at this women, hatred filling her eyes. this women had taken her. this women had tortured her. this women- hadley spit in the women's face.
the women wiped the saliva off her face, but showed no change in expression.
"the hard way it is then." she said calmly, beginning to rise from the table. "listen hadley-can i call you hadley-, i didn't want to do this, i really didn't. you're such a sweet girl but you keep resisting. and you've left me no choice." the women moved up one of her sleeves to reveal a futuristic watch. the women moved her boney hand to the device and touched the screen, her eyes moving from the small device to hadley.
the brunette, through her exhaustion, waited for something to happen. for a door to open or for something to drop from the ceiling. for a couple second, nothing appeared, and then the pain hit. it was in her head, a pain unlike anything they'd done to her before. it screamed. her entire mind screamed. it felt like nails were being inserted into her brain. hadley screamed. like a siren she screamed, although, unlike a siren, her scream hd no power. the women in the blazer watched, emotionless, as her prisoner her rilled in agony. then it stopped. the sweet release. the grungy voice suddenly returned.
"now miss morton. answer a couple of simple questions for me. who is daniel summers?"
hadley lifted her head enough to see the blank eyes of the women. "go to hell." she muttered through half gritted teeth, the pain still sinking away. "what was that miss morton?" the grunge voice asked calmly. hadley rose her shaven head completely, "go. to. hell. bitch." she said, clear as day. the women did not like that. the woman sighed, somewhat disappointed. "that's not he answer i'm looking for." she said, and pressed the watch again.
hadley bit down on her tongue, trying not to scream. she bit until she tasted blood, but it did nothing. whatever they had put in brain was no stranger to the human pain ideal. hadley couldn't resist it. she gave them what they wanted. she screamed again, and gave in. the blazer women pressed the watch again after what felt like an hour. "now miss morton, i'm going to ask again: who is daniel summers?" "my boyfriend. he is my boyfriend." "no miss morton. maybe i should ask a different question: what is daniel summers?"
hadley didn't answer, and the pain returned. she felt blood come gushing out of her nose. her head felt like it was splitting open. "he's alien he's alien" she cried, hoping that was good enough. the burning stopped, as blazer lady seemed satisfied. "now. do you know any other "aliens." "i only knew daniel, please, i only knew daniel." haldey replied, exhaustedly. her breaths were deep and empty, as if her body was trying to take in all the air in the room at once.
"that's good miss morton. that is exactly what we wanted. you've done a fantastic job." quipped blazer woman, with a false tone of mother like proudness. the woman place her watch near her mouth, "alright boys, take subject oh-four back to containment." hadley hing on each one of those words as the door behind her opened. two men in white scrubs unlocked form form the chair and dragged her out of the grey walled hell that was the interrogation room.
they lead her town empty hallways where other white clothed people would awkwardly pass. at first, hadley watched the ground, as each tile moved quickly into and out of her vision. soon she watched the walls that she passed, some even had windows. the trio came to a giant door that appeared like a wall. there was a window to the right, which haldey inadvertently turned her head to. there was a a slab, which a bunch of doctor dressed people were crowded around, their backing blocking her view. suddenly, the doctors moved, and hadley saw the spitting imagine of the word heartbreak. daniel: trapped and strapped down, crowded by people prodding him and taking notes on his reactions to pain. his hair burned red and his silent scream was blocked by the glass. hadley never felt more broken and full of despair, as they dragged her onward.
as the hallways continued, hadley entertained the idea that the daniel she saw was fake, and the ore she thought about, the more plausible it was. it had to have been an illusion, daniel was no where near here. suddenly alarm bells sounded. the ringing echoed down every hallway. hadley was literally about to be at her destination, then the guards dropped her. she heard one of them mumble as they were leaving, "she's too damn weak to try anything, and even if she did, she wouldn't get far." oh how they underestimated her.
hadley didn't know what the distraction that triggered the alarms was but it was a miracle if anything. she stumbled through the hallways, using every instinct she had, until she found the exit she was looking for. she could feel the cool air touch her skin and the rough ground beneath her feet. the adrenaline began pumping through her veins. hadley stood, and ran.
burning
her skin burned
her bones ached
her mind screamed
more than before, if that was possible
since she'd given in to them, as an attempt to escape the torture, they'd dragged her out of the white dimension that was her prison and moved her to a room white grey walls. there was a table in the center with two chairs. she was strapped into the one which forced her back to face the door. hadley hated that. she couldn't see who was going to enter or what they were possibly bringing in accompaniment. all she could think about was how much her limbs felt weak and how much her vision was blurry. her head pounded every second she breathed.
hadley was left alone to wait, she knew not for what or who. then, the door opened and the clicking of high heels made hadley's mind become slightly sharper. the newest member to the room moved around the table, and as she passed, hadley felt an old and bone finger move powerfully along her shoulder. the women finally sat down, and hadley could clearly see who had been keeping her here.
she was wearing a black blazer with long pants to match. her hair was short and white, but styled well. her nails appeared manicured and her makeup neat. she could've been a politician, yet her she was, about interrogate hadley morton. hadley had never seen her before, but she had the appearance of a villain from bbc's sherlock. hadley could do nothing but watch as the women sat down with poise and grace, all the while clearly and silently stating that she had all of the power. it was not an ideal situation.
"so miss morton. we can do this the easy way or the hard way. your choice." the women started, her grungy familiar voice filling the entire room. she had been the one in the white dimension. hadley looked up at this women, hatred filling her eyes. this women had taken her. this women had tortured her. this women- hadley spit in the women's face.
the women wiped the saliva off her face, but showed no change in expression.
"the hard way it is then." she said calmly, beginning to rise from the table. "listen hadley-can i call you hadley-, i didn't want to do this, i really didn't. you're such a sweet girl but you keep resisting. and you've left me no choice." the women moved up one of her sleeves to reveal a futuristic watch. the women moved her boney hand to the device and touched the screen, her eyes moving from the small device to hadley.
the brunette, through her exhaustion, waited for something to happen. for a door to open or for something to drop from the ceiling. for a couple second, nothing appeared, and then the pain hit. it was in her head, a pain unlike anything they'd done to her before. it screamed. her entire mind screamed. it felt like nails were being inserted into her brain. hadley screamed. like a siren she screamed, although, unlike a siren, her scream hd no power. the women in the blazer watched, emotionless, as her prisoner her rilled in agony. then it stopped. the sweet release. the grungy voice suddenly returned.
"now miss morton. answer a couple of simple questions for me. who is daniel summers?"
hadley lifted her head enough to see the blank eyes of the women. "go to hell." she muttered through half gritted teeth, the pain still sinking away. "what was that miss morton?" the grunge voice asked calmly. hadley rose her shaven head completely, "go. to. hell. bitch." she said, clear as day. the women did not like that. the woman sighed, somewhat disappointed. "that's not he answer i'm looking for." she said, and pressed the watch again.
hadley bit down on her tongue, trying not to scream. she bit until she tasted blood, but it did nothing. whatever they had put in brain was no stranger to the human pain ideal. hadley couldn't resist it. she gave them what they wanted. she screamed again, and gave in. the blazer women pressed the watch again after what felt like an hour. "now miss morton, i'm going to ask again: who is daniel summers?" "my boyfriend. he is my boyfriend." "no miss morton. maybe i should ask a different question: what is daniel summers?"
hadley didn't answer, and the pain returned. she felt blood come gushing out of her nose. her head felt like it was splitting open. "he's alien he's alien" she cried, hoping that was good enough. the burning stopped, as blazer lady seemed satisfied. "now. do you know any other "aliens." "i only knew daniel, please, i only knew daniel." haldey replied, exhaustedly. her breaths were deep and empty, as if her body was trying to take in all the air in the room at once.
"that's good miss morton. that is exactly what we wanted. you've done a fantastic job." quipped blazer woman, with a false tone of mother like proudness. the woman place her watch near her mouth, "alright boys, take subject oh-four back to containment." hadley hing on each one of those words as the door behind her opened. two men in white scrubs unlocked form form the chair and dragged her out of the grey walled hell that was the interrogation room.
they lead her town empty hallways where other white clothed people would awkwardly pass. at first, hadley watched the ground, as each tile moved quickly into and out of her vision. soon she watched the walls that she passed, some even had windows. the trio came to a giant door that appeared like a wall. there was a window to the right, which haldey inadvertently turned her head to. there was a a slab, which a bunch of doctor dressed people were crowded around, their backing blocking her view. suddenly, the doctors moved, and hadley saw the spitting imagine of the word heartbreak. daniel: trapped and strapped down, crowded by people prodding him and taking notes on his reactions to pain. his hair burned red and his silent scream was blocked by the glass. hadley never felt more broken and full of despair, as they dragged her onward.
as the hallways continued, hadley entertained the idea that the daniel she saw was fake, and the ore she thought about, the more plausible it was. it had to have been an illusion, daniel was no where near here. suddenly alarm bells sounded. the ringing echoed down every hallway. hadley was literally about to be at her destination, then the guards dropped her. she heard one of them mumble as they were leaving, "she's too damn weak to try anything, and even if she did, she wouldn't get far." oh how they underestimated her.
hadley didn't know what the distraction that triggered the alarms was but it was a miracle if anything. she stumbled through the hallways, using every instinct she had, until she found the exit she was looking for. she could feel the cool air touch her skin and the rough ground beneath her feet. the adrenaline began pumping through her veins. hadley stood, and ran.
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