Disturbed Things by Shannon Sabotage (surface ebook reader .TXT) 📖

saw Emma on a bed across from me on the other side of the room. I jolted forward from a sharp pain running through my left arm. Sirens went off and lights flashed as volunteers and scientists ran into the room. Something hit me in the face and liquid spilled all over me. I wiped my mouth and looked around confused. A young girl, maybe fourteen, reached across me grabbing a strap and pulling it across my waist. She buckled me down and I began to struggle. What’s happening?! I heard screaming and smashes from fallen hospital supplies. I realized the screams were coming from my own mouth. I slammed my head down hard against the wall behind me, knocking me out.
Another hour had passed and I was now in a sterile white room and something constricted my chest. I looked down and saw I was wrapped in a stray jacket. That’s when I lost it. I jumped up and banged against the place where I knew was a door. I pressed my back hard against it and kicked the floor giving me traction. I slid down the door and breathed in the fabric tied around my mouth. Why would they put me in here? I looked up at the ceiling and saw a camera. Great. I thought. They’re watching me too…wait…who’s they? WHERE THE HELL AM I?! I slammed my elbow into the wall beside me. I mumbled swear words to myself under the bandana.
I followed a cord from the camera into the ceiling under a tile. I smirked and stood. I walked under the camera where whoever’s watching me now can’t possibly see me and sat underneath it. Now if I can get out of this stray jacket I could climb up these poorly built bricks and tug the cord out and bite it disconnecting it from the user. If Emma were here she’d tell me it was stupid and that it’s risky. Always thinking pessimistically. Whatever, I’d rather take the chance of electrocuting myself then staying here and letting random creepers poke me with needles and experiment on me. I’ve had enough of the abuse. I rubbed the back of the stray jacket against the wall behind me and figured out there were three buckles on the back preventing me from having my arms free. I thought for a moment and rubbed harder. I sighed from my hopes being diminished, finding out there was lace running down the back of the jacket. I shook my head side to side rapidly causing the bandana to slide down my cheeks and almost past my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and bit the top of the bandana pulling it down around my neck. I noticed the fabric had became shredded with threads sticking out and some in-between my teeth. I licked my lips and tilted my head back bumping the top of my skull against brick.
I sighed, God if I had only listened when my dad told me how Houdini escaped from that stray jacket trick. I banged my head thinking I could jog my memory with a concussion. Then it came to me.
Kyler, Houdini was a genius. When he was being tied into the stray jacket he would fill his chest with as much air as he could and he’d flex his muscles so that when he was about to “attempt” to escape the jacket he had enough wiggle room to loosen his arms and reach out of the neck opening and unbuckle the buckles and undo the straps. I thought for a moment of another way I could possibly escape since I wasn’t conscious when I was being tied into this damn stray jacket. Another way was that he’d dislocate his shoulders and slide them out of the sleeves and reach up out of the jacket and then pop them back in and undo all the buckles. I winced at the idea but it seemed to be my only other choice right now…but I don’t know how to dislocate my shoulders. I then shouted and cussed but then caught myself because I wasn’t sure that they had me under audio or not. I sat there for a good ten minutes until I started to doze off. That’s the last thing you want to do, Kyler, sleep. Emma’s voice pounded in my head along with my father’s and mother’s. Kyler, you’re clever just figure out a way. You can do anything…because you’re my son. Sweetie anything is possible if you put your mind to it. Silent tears slid down my cheeks and melted into the tattered bandanna around my throat. What evil demonic sadistic person would to this to me…could it be someone I knew? No, the people I knew are the people I love; they wouldn’t hurt me like this.
A sharp shock dug into my spine and I closed my eyes tight from the blinding pain. I felt my hands tremble under the stray jacket’s thick stiff fabric. I made fists and held the scream inside my throat instead of releasing it into the air. Excruciating pain filled my entire spinal cord and I had to let the scream roar out of me. The scream pounded in my ear drums as something sharp was stabbing through my shoulder blades. Warm liquid ran down my back and I heard the clang of metallic on metallic. I felt a release from being trapped in the stray jacket. The fabric fell down past my shoulders and I wiggled out. Blood slicked my arms and the wall behind me. I pushed up on my hands and knees and teetered back and forth. Something pulled me down from behind and I fell back on a bed of feathers. I spat out some and they floated into the air. I sat up pushing up on my elbows and my hands slipped in blood. I stood keeping my balance by putting all my weight towards the floor. I walked around the room waking up my legs and seeing the reflection off the lens of the camera. I stopped and stared in shock. The experiment worked…
I couldn’t believe it…it worked. I’m a bird hybrid, a freak, a monster, like no other…and I hated it. I don’t want to go through with this anymore. I have to talk to Professor Demidov. I have to find my way to Emma; to reality…I need to get out now.
Something banged on the wall separating me from the outside. I panicked, and jumped up and climbed along a pipe on the ceiling. I held on tight awaiting the people who took me to walk right in…they didn’t. I waited longer and still nothing came. I was sweating from holding on, I had to let go, and I did. I landed on my feet and my palms, leaning forward. That’s when the wall broke down. Masked faces pulled on my arms and legs carrying me out of the room. I struggled and fought back kicking one of the men down and causing the rest of them to drop me. I stood, caught balance and ran down the hallway. I heard heavy footsteps behind me and I fastened my pace. My hair flying back out of my face was soaked in sweat and blood. I knew I wouldn’t make it out and back to Emma or anybody so I ran for my dear life. I saw an exit and ran faster towards it, it seemed no matter how long I ran or how fast it never got closer. I screamed as something pulled me back smashing my head into concrete. I moaned in pain trying to focus on the masked man. My vision was blurry and this was all I could make out: knee high black leather boots with chains dangling from the laces, black thick maybe even bulletproof fitted pants, dark gray trench coat with silver buttons, black Kevlar vest, and then the black mask hiding his face. I bet he’s smirking at my pain, wishing he could do away with me himself. I now realized why I was here, why I’m not with Emma, why I see no one but masked men. I’ve been kidnapped again but not by people who will take care of me…by people who want me dead.
The masked man placed both his gloved hands on either side of my skull and he pressed in hard. I grabbed his hands and tried to pull them away when I heard that deafening scream I always hear escaping my lips. I finally pried his hands away from my head when I heard another scream, not mine, but of a female…
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Publication Date: 12-31-2011

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