Trials

Prologue- Natalie

             She had screwed up big time. Natalie drums her fingers against the clouded glass. Three years she'd waited for this, although she wasn't exactly sure what. All she knew was that this was an execution. It was the only way to save her brother. So she would fight until her final breath. Just like she always did. She gets up when she hears the terrible sound of the door clicking open. Of course, she was handcuffed to the chair and unarmed, but she learned plenty of battle tactics in her life. Yes. She'd fight them. She'd live. 

           A rather small man with brown hair and a slight beard walked in with a clipboard tucked between one of his arms. He gave a slow, awkward smile, and pulled up another chair to the glass table. She pushed her leg back and got into a defensive position. The man gave her a questioning look and beckons her to sit. She doesn't move. The man jet out a frustrated sigh.

         "Please sit, Natalie. I really don't have time for this." 

        Natalie didn't move. The man got up and sighed again, approaching Natalie cautiously. As soon as he got closer enough, Natalie threw out her fist and it connected with his face. Seconds passed slowly as he got knocked back. As blood flew across the room. 

            His blood-stained Natalie's blouse. It blended with her short ginger hair. She was soaked in blood. Bathing in blood. 

        The man reeled back and wiped his b****y nose. Natalie looked around quickly. The blood was only slowly dripping from the man's nose.

         There wasn't a single stream of blood anywhere near her. Natalie tried not to hide her uncertainty as she reared back for another strike. 

          The man displays an unnerving little laugh as the blood drips from his mouth. He quickly wipes the blood from his nose and then smiles again. Natalie is taken aback as he claps his hands slowly. 

         "That was- that was cute." He chuckled. 

        Natalie frowns as the fury built a raging monster inside her skull. The man had some nerve to-Before she could even look up, the man was unlocking her handcuff. He retreated beside her. 

         Natalie looked down and twisted her wrist to try to get some feeling back into it. Then with a grunt, she struck back out her fist to try and hit the man again. This time he was prepared. He brought out a taser and Natalie let out a horrible scream as it connected with her stomach. 

           She withered on the ground as the shock traced up her body and pierced it with lightning. Natalie lay helpless on the ground as she fought the urge not to cry. 

            She knew the man was standing over her. She knew that he was smiling over her with that wicked grin of his. 

             Natalie was lifted up limply by her arms as two guards carried her on either side. She saw the man's mouth moving, but no words were coming out. Because her ears were stinging. They were on fire. 

             "...I don't think that should happen." She heard the man's impatient and muffled voice. She couldn't piece together what the guards were saying. The man continued. "...Just have her in solitary. Twenty-four-hour security. All times. Let a doctor visit her, but no one else. She's dangerous and you both know it."

              Natalie allowed herself to be dragged away. She didn't say anything. She didn't fight. She could barely even move. The fight was over. She'd be dead by morning.