2 Under Observation

Staring thoughtlessly at the white ceiling again.

If she tries recalling her memories, an uncontrollable surge of overlapping images invades her mind making it impossible to stay conscious.

Electricity flows again from the tube to her nape. This time she only flinched slightly. The pain is more tolerable now.

Deciding to pull herself up, she tries to sit straight but the tube pulls her skin and it is too painful to bear the skin ripping. No choice but to pull out the tubes again.

"ARGHHHHH!!!" Gritting her teeth she managed to pull one tube.

Sitting up she faced the mirror. It is wide enough for everything in the room to be reflected.

The long black hair is eye-catching since her skin is pale and everything else in the room is white. The small splatters of blood in her clothes are not striking from the mirror view but instead the brown spots from her right part of the body are more evident.

'Didn't notice these before.' She extends it up to take a good look. The brown patches extended down to her right thigh. It looks like old burn scars. The surface is smooth but it still looks like skin disease.

"Arghhh!" Her groan echoed.

She cannot control the muscles in her legs yet she tried to stand up only to fall down straight to the floor.

'Dammit!' Cursing internally.

With the use of her arms she slowly holds herself to the mirror and supports herself up by grabbing to the railing space. By looking at the mirror intently she discovers something.

The metal door opens and two white masked men wearing white overalls enter and walk towards the girl's direction.

'...!' She doesn't understand but her body trembles uncontrollably. She lumped down on the floor and tried to crawl away. Her instincts tell her to run.

"*^@#%*" one of the men speaks in a robotic voice.

She stopped in her attempt to crawl and the hard frown crumpled her face.

"!&%#($)" The masked man spoke again and picked the trembling girl. One of the masked men carried her back to the bed.

"(@$)$&*)@#)!#&#^*#%!(&#%#&!" The other masked man holding a pen and clipboard spoked with the same robotic voice.

'What? what are they saying?!' Confused, she tried listening again. The first time listening to them she thought her mind was too unfocused and kept mishearing things but now, she is sure that it is something unfamiliar.

'Are they talking in codes?' The unexplainable trembling she felt earlier was replaced by desperation to know what was happening. 

'Who are they?'

*bzzzt* bzzzt* *bzzzt

'...!' Her eyes widened at the familiar sensation.

"AHH. AH. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" a splitting headache rush over her as the gruesome scenarios play in her head once again. Blood streamed in her nose and her eyes rolled up once again.

'Da---Dammit.' She cursed before she drowned in a nightmare once again.

****

"Hey!"

". . ."

"This prick! I know you are still awake."

". . ."

First it was blurry images but it is starting to take solid form. There is a girl sitting not far away. She keeps on wiping her sword with a rugged cloth.

"What do I want to do after all of this?" She stops wiping and stares at her sword.

". . ."

"Unsociable jerk!" She sighed then cursed after a few seconds of no response.

"*!^#($)^!@)$" There is an answer but it's unclear.

"Hahahaha. That is just like you." She laughed softly and slowly turned her head.

"Be sure to do that. . ." She continued.

Her face. . . it's blank.

****

She stares up at the ceiling once again after waking up. It's getting harder and harder to tell if this is the first time she wakes up or not.

'I feel like I keep waking up to the same dream over and over again.' Her eyes are blank and exhausted.

Everything is in place again. Squeaky clean all white rooms. Spotless white and clean bed. No blood stain marks and of course all tubes attached.

'I dreamed of something but I can't rem---- Argh!' She flinched as soon as the electricity started flowing again.

"Argh. Ugh. ughhh. Arghhhh!"

'DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!' She wanted to scream at annoyance but instead of scream. She sounded like a squealing pig at a slaughterhouse.

With the numbing electricity it made sure she is truly faraway from dreaming. She breathes in and out. Her eyes roam around and start assessing her situation.

According to her observation this place she is in is not an ordinary hospital at least. There is no bathroom. It's strange that she cannot understand anything on the devices either aside from that there is not much to see.

Something tells her that she is being watched and her suspicions are supported when she pushes herself out of the bed to the mirror. The masked men look at her direction right away instead of the bed's direction.

She has a hunch. What if she is being watched through that huge mirror?

'Two way mirror.' She frowns realizing what that may mean.

'A subject under observation. Trapped in a facility. Less of a hospital more like a Laboratory'

*Ting*

A light flash and a semi transparent floating blue screen appeared out of thin air.

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