*4 years Later*
She had spent years here now, and it was seeming like a normal lifestyle to her. Each morning she was abruptly awoken up and had been dragged from her padded cell, then electrocuted until her world went black, silence, force fed, then interrogation, and finishing with the calm silence that finally allowed her to think.
It was during this thinking that she made her plans. She had come to realize how habitual this all was. They lead her down the same path, asked her the same questions. She had become so aware of this that over the last couple of years, she had begun to play along to being normal. Well as normal as she thought they wanted her to be.
She played her part by being a good child. She listened and acted polite. Over the last couple of years this had gotten her out of her straight jacket and allowed for her to no longer be force fed. They were slowly seeing her as human; going as far as ending the electroshock therapy sessions.
Makaila had this lifestyle down now and was able to predict its moments. Furthermore, she had become accustomed to the voice and had added another to the mix just over the last year. This new one had become more prominent over the last months; calculated and analytical it had guided her to become more civilized compared to the other voice and its aggressive nature.
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This morning she was greeted by one of the doctors personally and was found awake as she sat pleasantly in the corner of her cell. She turned her empty gaze to them, her violet grey eyes setting on them with a small smile. "Good morning doctor. A surprise to see you here." There was a moment of silence as they wrote in their note pad before them. They waved a hand to her beckoning her forward. "Come now Miss. White, we have something special for you today." Makaila finally stood, following behind them. There was no more dragging, and no more force as they looked to her as a remarkable recovery of what had been brought in.
Following she counted their steps, making the mark of the hallway with the exit and continuing on. So predictable; though today they turned down another hall she had never been before. Her eyes focused harder as she counted in her mind. She was quick to take it all in, each detail etching into her mind. Silent hushing came to her mind as the violent voice screamed out in defiance; she counted on even through the aggravated screaming in her mind.
This room was simple as any she had been in. The walls were a dingy, faded white marked with years of ware and no repair. It's walls lay bare with only one book shelf there; filled with various books and beakers though mainly scarce. In the middle of a room lay a dull wooden desk with a scattering of papers, blocks, and instruments upon it. It caught her interest quickly as her brows raised in intrigue. She was guided over and sat down before it, pointed towards the tasks they wished to test her with. She took her moment to look them over, letting her mind race over it all. Slowly she turned her gaze back up to the doctor that hovered over her, observing her every movement. Her eyes finally locked to theirs, that empty expression becoming dark. Slowly her lips curled into a malicious smile as her hand tightened around the pencil that was there.
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Makaila was now running down the hallways, a serious expression on her face as she counted in her mind. All around her red lights had just begun to flash in the hallways. It was the signal that someone was escaping and someone had been killed. The blaring alarms of warning would be going off, but she was so in her mind she didn't hear a thing. She was dashing for the door; it's handle just lingering out of reach. She could almost smell and taste the sweet airs of freedom.
The sudden click of the handle coming free aroused her senses as it burst open and set those senses ablaze. The bright white light shined down blinding her, but couldn't stop the smells of flowers, smoke and even dirt that lofted up to greet her. She stretched her arms out wide as she embraced the welcome the world was giving her. She was just about to slip down the steps when she felt the sudden jolt of being pulled back into the darkness. Her eyes focused, looking past the blinding light as she swiveled her head back to the orderly who had wrapped his arms around her waist and was now pulling her back into captivity.
The violent voice screamed out as she let them guide her this time. Her eyes darkened in her gaze and her hand that was holding the now bloody pencil came up quickly. She plunged the wooden tool deep into their eye socket; the soft squish of their tissue caving to the force of her rage erupted into her ear. The orderly's hand shot up as he screamed in agony, releasing her from their grasp. But this was not enough for her. The rage that had laid dormant in this form lashed out in a terrifying fit. She turned and sprang up from her feet as her teeth sank deep into the crock of his neck. The metallic taste of blood filled her lips as she used the continued flow of force to rip and tear away skin. A spray of blood and tissue erupted around her face and coated down her front. She looked like a wild animal that was finally tasting victory.
She pulled down on them as she went to slip away again, sending the two down the stairs and tumbling over one another. She landed with a thud and gasped for breath as she felt the air slip from her lungs. She scrambled to get to her feet, finding yet another orderly grabbing her, though by the arms this time. She could hear another approaching to come to his aid. She snapped in a fit of laughter as her voice rang out like a hyena. She threw her body from side to side as she went into a manic fit of pure psychotic joy. She knew she could get freedom and would some day, and she had tasted it even for a brief moment. She assumed she was done for and would have to play this game once again. It only made her laugh harder and louder as her mind raced.
Suddenly the sound of a gun shot erupted into the air. She stopped her laughing as she felt the arms that held her fall away. She fell to the ground, landing harshly to her knees and scrapping them across the cement. She placed her palms onto the cool surface as her mind raced to clear itself. That calm and collected voice taking control instantly as she listened to the voice that sang in the air before her. "I would leave the poor girl alone. She doesn't seem to like you." A soft chuckle erupted from the cool voice as the click of the hammer of the gun sounded again. "Besides isn't she a little young for you boys. Don't think that would matter doubt you could handle this master piece. Beautiful force of crazy right here." Makaila was slowly raising her face as she looked to the pale hand that was now stretched out to her. She continued to let her empty gaze come up and land upon the crimson eyes that looked down to her.
The two locked gazes with each other. There standing before her was fire red eyes that lingered on the face of a pale and slender young man. From the quick glimpse she had taken as she scanned up to his eyes, he seemed muscle and in shape. His body was thin though, giving disguise to his ability and strength. His gaze it what command her the most though. There was a dark and sinister look behind those burning eyes, and yet that same crazy she saw in all the others behind the door she had just escaped. It was the first time she pulled her own gaze away from someone.
Taking his hand, she was lifted to her feet. His grasp was harsh and strong, now dragging her away as he begun to laugh maniacally at the orderlies that stood there. "Salutations boys. Guess I won her over. You stay wild, and pray I don't see you again. Or even her, pretty sure she wasn't finished." He dragged her away quickly, forcing her down alleys and back roads. Her mind raced to keep up as her eyes darted around, keeping track of where they had gone. She needed to get back home and she would no matter what.
It seemed like an hour of being dragged along before she finally yanked her hand from his and glared to him. The man finally stopped and chuckled before turning to her. He gave a wide grin, one she knew all too well from herself. "Took you long enough. I thought you might actually keep letting me drag you along. That would have made you really crazy." He stared at her, those red eyes blazing as they went empty of expression and emotion. Makaila looked to him before scoffing and turning to leave. She only stopped when she heard the click of the hammer of the gun. She turned her head to look over her should, her calm and equally empty gaze falling as it locked to his own.
"Well, I don't recall saying you could leave. I believe what I did was called saving you. Though from the way you fought and then laughed yourself into a fit, I'm sure you belonged there. Now let's talk about payment for saving you."
The violent voice lashed out in her mind, without thinking she went to spring at him, the gun going off as she felt the sting of pain in her leg. It didn't stop her though as she continued, tackling him at his waist and bring him down. His manic laughter erupted into the open air. "OH YES!!! Fight you beautiful beast!" The two went tumbling as Makaila grabbed and yanked at his sides. She was met with the same force though, his hands grabbing quickly at the sides of her face and yanking her up to meet his gaze once again. There was emotions of craziness, joy and manic need behind those eyes now. It was clear how excited he was to be fighting with someone and how crazy he truly was. His hand squeezed tight as he thrusted his head forward and pounded into her forehead with his own. Makaila could hear his deep throaty growl as her vision blurred. She thought he would end there but he did not. Another blow landed with even more force against her temple once more, fogging her mind over this time. She let her head sway back as she tried to center herself, growling back to him though her grasp upon him was slipping quickly. She chuckled back in the same tone as her head whipped back, picking up speed before it came crashing back upon his. His laughter heightened her own as they voices rang out and melded together. Her vision was finally coming back as she went to grab at his again, ready for her bloody kill. Her eyes dark with their intent as she looked to his head being flung back.
She was so focused she had missed his hand coming up to the side. With such speed his single hand clasped around her throat as tightly as he could. Her hands flew to it as she ripped and slashed at his hand, trying to get free. She could feel him crushing into her throat, her air disappearing. Slowly his head came back around, a new look in his eyes. It was one of a killer. His eyes had widened as his smile only got bigger across his cheeks. His other hand finally flying up to meet his other as he pressed himself forward on her and begun to crush at her wind pipe. She felt the darkness creeping into her vision's peripheral.
That calculated voice spoke to her though as every ounce of rage left her. She closed her eyes as she listened to the voice's advice. She went limp in his grasp, letting her body die there. Her body felt like it was going cold but her mind never stopped. Again it raced as it thought, telling her what she needed to know. Finally she felt his grasp let her go, dropping her to the cement like a rag doll. Her mind woke her as her eyes shot open, giving her life once more. The voice had seen where the gun had went; watching it fly off to the side. There wasn't much to her, her body struggled to respond to her wants and demands. Her hand finally clenched around the gun before being pulled back by her hair and yanked into an arc. She growled, though stayed as calm as she could. She turned the gun over, never looking to him as she pointed it and shot. She heard nothing as she pulled the hammer back, feeling his hand grasp hers, and chuckle to her before easily pulling the gun free from her.
He dropped her and laughed a bit more as he placed the gun away. "Your a wonderful toy. I love how you play. If you ever want a family who knows how to play just like you do, come and find Cole Conteville. I'll teach you to be better than you already are. Such a beautiful creature, don't let your skills be wasted." She listened to him leave; heavy footsteps echoing around her.
She closed her eyes as she fought trying to pass out. The pain was real now, and alerted her to the seething bullet wound in her leg. She growled and ignored it the best she could and lifted herself to her feet. She limped through the alleys she had memorized after being dragged along, her face empty and cold. She kept her mind on making it home. That was her goal.
It took almost all night to get back to her family home. The slim early light of the morning was creeping up into the sky, giving a hazy grey appeal upon the building she called home. She smiled soft, her expression becoming child like as she looked to the one place she had longed to be at. She limped her bruised and bloody body towards the door. Knocking gently she waited with that soft expression, waiting for the welcoming arms of her father.