The Need to Kill: Chapter One Dec 15, 2006 18:11:57 GMT -5
Post by Croscema Trinity Aikia on Dec 15, 2006 18:11:57 GMT -5
Scenia opened her eyes. Her head felt light and dizzy and nausea filled her stomach. She blinked a couple times and looked from side to side. A light was directly above her and five others were at her side in a straight line, illuminating five other people bound to their chairs. Her own hands and feet were bound to a chair with thick, rough rope and a cloth was tied securely around her mouth to keep her from talking. She had the strangest feeling that someone was standing behind her.
A seventy-two inch television came to life in front of them,. The face of a man came on the screen. His gray hair was of medium length ad straight, casting shadows on his tired, red eyes. Though his hair was gray, his features was young, making him looking in his lower thirties. He was dressed in a fine suit that gave him a business-like look.
“Hello, Carben, Michael, Leoniel, Samantha, Natalie, and Scenia.” He said, his voice smooth and soothing, “My name is not important, so I shall waste no time in introducing myself. I am sure you are all wondering where you are? You six have been selected for a very important… experiment, you might say.”
Scenia could hear the popping of six caps and then the person she had thought had been standing behind her stuck a needle into her neck. She gasped at the unexpected action and pain and bit down hard. Simultaneously, the needles were drained in each person and then taken away from their necks. After a moment, the man on the television began to speak again.
“The liquid you have just been injected with is part of this experiment. You no longer need to eat. But, what you must do, is kill. If you choose not to kill, you will begin to suffer the consequences and die from the lack of death. When you kill whomever, you must drink the blood from their veins. I will be observing you for one week. I hope you behave.”
The man smirked and the television went blank. One by one, four voices from the other five began shouting, screaming, wanting to get out of this place. The people that had stood behind them disappeared. A mechanical buzzing filled the air and lasers quickly cut the ropes. Scenia jumped out of the chair and looked around quickly.
One of the people stayed in their seat, hands behind his head, calm. His eyes were closed and his hair was brown. He looked calm- serene. Everyone else was in a panic. A thin, light haired man was talking to himself. . Two redheaded women whispered to each other, making nervous glances around the room- they obviously knew each other. The last man, whose hair was as dark as night, was in a full rage.
“Get me out of here!” he screamed, his green eyes burning with rage and veins popping from every place, “Get me out of here!”
“What are we going to do?” said one of the redheaded women quietly.
“We need to find a way out of here!” said the man who had been talking to himself.
Everyone began talking at once. The noise got louder and louder. Finally, the man in the chair opened one eye, and closed it again.
“If you want to get out of here,” they all quieted, “You need to be more calm.”
“How do you expect us to be calm?” said the second redheaded woman shrilly.
The muscular man began to shout words of ire and curses.
“Hey, I have more knowledge of what’s going on right now than you. Why don’t we all calm down, introduce ourselves, and then think of a way to get out of here, eh?” said the brown haired man, “It’s not like we’ve got much choice anyway.”
The man sighed.
I guess you’re right.” He said in his gruff voice, “I’m Michael.”
“Okay, what about you two ladies over there?” asked the man.
One of them looked nervous, but the other was much more confident.
“I am Samantha, and this is my sister: Natalie.”
“I am Lionel.” Said the skinny blonde man.
Scenia stayed quiet and crossed her arms. She wasn’t the most sociable person and wasn’t very enthusiastic about this arrogant guy who seemed to know everything. She spread her legs slightly, getting in a firmer stance.
“And you are…?”
“Scenia Marika.” She replied stiffly.
“Wow. You seem happy.” Said the man sarcastically.
“There’s not much to be happy about, now, is there?”
“Good point.” Said the man, “Now, I’m Carben Lorio. I don’t know much about where we are, but I am good at reading people. That guy on the TV, unless he’s an excellent liar, he was telling the truth. Now, they injected that stuff in our neck and it hasn’t affected any of us yet. That means, it’s going to affect us slowly.”
“So, it’s going to have a gradual change?” asked Samantha.
“That is correct.” Said Carben, standing up putting his hands behind his back as he paced, “Does anybody know who that man was?”
Everybody shook his head. Scenia was about to say no when a pain struck her in her head. She gasped, falling to the floor. She held herself up over the floor, gasping for air. The pain was sharp, fierce, and unrelenting. She pounded her fist into the linoleum floor, locking her jaw. Her knuckles bloodied and she soon felt the warmness of the dark. She gratefully welcomed it.