Ave's POV:
I woke up feeling disoriented as if the harsh brightness of the lights were searing into my eyes. Trying to grasp my surroundings, I struggled to recall my identity. The pain in my back was excruciating; it felt as though something sharp had pierced into my spine and ribs, leaving me paralyzed and unable to vocalize my agony. The room had a strangely familiar scent of tears, laughter, and agony, but I couldn't piece together the memories they triggered. The environment, rusted and shrouded in darkness, emanated a pervasive feeling of loneliness and betrayal that seemed to seep into my very being. Despite my efforts, my mind couldn't stitch together the fragments of memory. The room was hauntingly familiar, but the words articulating its significance eluded me.
*The cell opens—clunk!*
A mysterious man, dressed entirely in white, drew attention as he approached Ave. His all-white ensemble created an eerie contrast, and his eye patch only added to the enigmatic aura surrounding him. With a solemn and intense gaze, he spoke to Ave, acknowledging her progress. "Oh, Ave. I see you are doing well. After all your treatment, it finally worked. You are fortunate. We are extremely proud of you." These words, delivered with a sense of gravity, left a lasting impact.
"I found it difficult to come up with a response to his question. I couldn't help but wonder: who is he, and is my name Ave? The only words I managed to speak were 'Why?' and 'Who?' I couldn't explain why those words came out of my mouth. Despite my efforts, he didn't appear satisfied with my response.
The enigmatic man flashed a cryptic, unsettling smirk as he uttered, "I'm guessing you don't remember who I am or who you are." The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, plunging me into an unexplained and disquieting silence.
"My name is Dr. Lance Walters," said the enigmatic man with an air of cautious confidence. As he spoke, his piercing gaze seemed to search for any sign of recognition. "I am one of the most renowned and skilled surgeons in the world, specializing in emergency surgery. I saved your life from a dire and harrowing situation. Your name is Ave. After encountering a distressing ordeal, you sought refuge in the depths of the untamed forest, pursued by an unidentified, ominous creature. The crimson cascade of blood from your injuries painted a chilling picture of your desperate flight. I had to swiftly intervene to provide life-saving medical care, and I can see that you are still in considerable pain. However, rest assured that you are now in good hands. We have a dedicated team of highly trained professionals here to ensure your well-being. You need not fear; you are now in a sanctuary where no harm will befall you again." Despite his unsettling words, a disconcerting smile gently tugged at the corners of his lips.
I was feeling extremely fatigued, my eyes heavy and sore from lack of sleep and strain. He had the most unsettling smile I had ever witnessed, sending chills down my spine. The way he grinned and laughed evoked memories of something deeply painful, but for the life of me, I couldn't recall what it was. It left me feeling sad and confused, unable to shake off the uneasiness that lingered in my mind.
I can't shake the feeling that he's concealing something important from me. It's frustrating, especially because my mind feels clouded and unfocused now. But as I struggle to gather my thoughts, a familiar sensation tugs at my memory. Dr. Lance Walters, where have I encountered that name before?
I recognize that name, and my heart begins to race with a mix of anxiety and fear. Why am I so scared of him? Who is he exactly? My eyes hurt from the strain as if they were being weighed down by an invisible force. A heavy-scented odor, reminiscent of decaying flowers with an undercurrent of something more sinister, fills the room. It permeates my senses, making my eyes feel heavy and tired. As I look around, I notice the people in the room all wear unnervingly sinister smiles. Their expressions send a shiver down my spine, leaving me wondering why...
Narratives POV:
As her long, dark lashes delicately lowered over the contours of her almond-shaped eyes, she surrendered to the comforting embrace of her dreams. Within the tranquil realm of her reverie, she vividly journeyed back to a cherished memory, each intricate detail flooding her consciousness with vibrant clarity.
The chilling echoes of desperate cries for help and haunting laughter filled the vast, echoing halls, striking fear into the hearts of all who heard them. As the lights dimmed, she faded into the darkness, lost in a haunting memory.
Aveline's POV:
A hushed voice called out, "Aveline," with an air of concern. As the voice drew nearer, it questioned, "Where are you, Aveline? Are you okay?" The distress in her tone was palpable as everything plunged into darkness.
Amidst the enveloping darkness, Aveline's composed voice was suddenly pierced by a distant scream, followed by urgent pleas, "Aveline! Aveline! Run! Get as far away as you can! Don't look back, just run! Mama will be alright! Run!" The urgency of the situation was further amplified as she let out a piercing scream.
As her voice gradually faded into the quiet hum of the surrounding air, a tender yet urgent whisper advised, "Run. Run away, my sweet little one." The sound of the voice grew more distant with each passing moment, until it softly murmured, "I love you, Ave," before finally dissipating into silence.
As the last words slipped from her tongue, an oppressive darkness crept in, smothering her in its suffocating embrace and plunging her into a disorienting void with no discernible escape route.
As I struggled to emerge from a haunting nightmare, I found myself engulfed in an overwhelming, searing pain emanating from my ribs. The agony pulsed through me, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. My vision was clouded, and the world around me seemed distorted and out of focus. With great effort, I managed to whisper, "Mom, where are you?" I was overcome with exhaustion and longed for your comforting presence by my side.
Suddenly, two tall figures opened the cell with a large metal rod that emitted electric fumes. I struggled to open my eyes, my mind still reeling from everything.
As I awaken in shock and hear them banging on the table next to me with their rod, I realize something sinister is about to occur. When one of the guards, with a deep, rusted voice, said, "It is time," Drag her out of there and make sure she's obedient."