Long Past Dawn

He only stops when he gets to the door, I think he might have stopped to turn off the lights but instead he speaks, "You'll get used to the smell."

Wait, what? Ok, this is really f*cking confusing. I know that being an evil scientist is probably in your job description but please give me a bit more information. I mean I know that being cryptic is probably in evil scientist 101 but please, pleeease, give me a bit more information. I was literally in the mall like two seconds ago, or at least that's what I felt like.

I'm about to open my mouth and ask what the hell is going on but the man then walks out of the room. After he leaves I expect the lights to go off like when I woke up but instead the lights stay on. I soon realize why.

There are various metal shelves all around the room, and on them are various sized jars. It's not so much the jars themselves that scares me but more their contents. Still beating human hearts and other organs float in what I imagine is some sort of preservation liquid. There are also four metal tables around the room, two cuffs sit at either end of them and some have red stains on them and others have racks of test tubes with various colored chemicals in them.

Then there's the floor, it's covered in red stains from what I imagine must be blood, there are also burnt patches on it along with one drain in the center of the room. I shiver at the thought of why that needs to be there.

I also get a better look at what I'm chained against. It's not a pillar, like I thought it was, but instead, actually, it's more of a metal slab made of the same materials that the tables are. I also notice that instead of my hoodie and jeans from earlier I'm wearing what seems to be one of those blue hospital gowns.

I don't like it here. I take in another breath and that's when it hits me, the smell is horrible. It smells like something is slowly rotting away. It smells like rotten meat.

I gag as images of what the smell could be from swarm my head. All this has been too much for me, I throw up the little of what was in my stomach. It hits the floor with a splat that makes me sick, but thankfully I'm high enough off the ground it doesn't hit me.

I break down. I don't know what to do... tears stream down my cheeks. How long was I out for? Am I even still in New York? What are they going to do to me? Is that creepy guy going to be back? Why do they want me? Do they know about my power? Oh god... What am I going to do?

I break into sobs. I'm lost. I don't know what to do. I'm broken.

***

I don't know how much time passes. It feels like seconds tick into minutes and minutes to hours. How long have I been here for now?

I stopped crying a long time ago but I still don't know what to do. After waiting for what feels like an eternity the door finally opens and the same man from earlier comes in, but this time he is followed by two others that I've never seen before. They wheel in a cart that seems to be covered in scalpels, scissors, tongs and other instruments that I can't even begin to imagine the use for.

I shiver and whimper again as the man comes back over to me, his red eye seems to be staring right into my soul. I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes and I swallow the lump in my throat, I don't know what it is but this man scares me so much, it feels like he doesn't have any humanity in him.

He smiles at me again and the faint blush is back on his cheeks, I don't know what's going to happen but whatever it is I know for sure this man is going to enjoy seeing me suffer. He looks up at me, the crazed look in his eye is back and I again feel like a caged animal about to be devoured by a predator, "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you to pieces."

I smile, remembering all the pain these last three days have caused me, I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to the girl I was back then. "You can't break something that's already broken."

The man's creepy smile only widens and I'm reminded about the urban legend of the slit mouthed woman. I shiver, and he speaks again, his sickly sweet voice oozing into every corner of the room, "We'll see about that." He turns to the other two men in the room, "Take her down."

The two men come over and I see that both of them are wearing back masks over their mouths and noses. They come over, one on each side of me they reach up and unlock the chains on my wrists before bending down and unlocking the ones by my feet, maybe this is my chance. I try to hit and kick them now that I'm free but the red eyed man laughs and grabs my throat, he squeezes it tight enough that I can't get enough air to my lungs. I instantly know what he's doing, he's making sure I don't pass out but don't have enough air to struggle. "It's only going to hurt more for you if you struggle."

I look over to the tray table they pulled in, the surgery instruments seem to be shinning under the light. Jikan's words come back, 'they would open us up and take things out and put things in.'

Oh god, what are they going to do to me? I lift my now free hands to the man's hand, trying to pry it away from my throat, I really don't want to know what will happen if they get me cuffed to one of those tables.

But my eyes feel dry and my head is pounding from the crying earlier, not to mention with this psycho's hand on my throat I'm having a hard time breathing. I will forever hate myself for what I'm about to do but I don't have the energy to fight back anymore. I stop my struggles and fall limp in this psycho's hands. He smiles wickedly and lightens his grip on my throat a little.

"That's a good girl." His voice seems to ooze into my ears and I have a feeling that once this is over I'm going to hate the term 'good girl', but then again I never really liked it to begin with. He moves me over to one of the closer metal tables and lays me down, his hand still at my throat, the other two strap me in so I again can't move. "Now then, this is going to hurt you more than me ok?"

They all put on those blue medical gloves that doctors wear, they seem to be talking about something but I can't hear, my mind is too busy thinking of what Jikan said. I feel a tear flow down my cheek and I feel horrible for crying in front of them. My survival instincts are in full gear but I can't move a muscle. I can only look up at their faces as they put on those surgical masks.

The red eyed man leans close to my ear and whispers something to me that I probably won't ever forget, no matter how much I want to. "Don't worry, they usually pass out after the first incision."