The heart of of the beast

Taken

Carlos was in deep but kept feeling the cold air touch his skin as he slept, he felt he was dreaming and at some point wondered if he did not cover himself with a blanket the previous night. Was he running down with something cause he felt so weak and drained and as he tired woke up , his eyes where heavy and his brian was not functioning well, he could not move or feel the rest of his body for a while and after some minutes his brian came back to normal, he opened his eyelids only to find nothing but strange darkness around him, he knew this was not his room and when he moved he found himself laying on a cold floor in a weird dark place and worse it was not just a normal room he was in but a cell, did they arrest him last night he thought, he began to try and recall what had happened to him the previous night, but he could not come up with anything, he had no clue how he got were he was now and what he was doing in a dirty looking cell. His head was hurting and he was confused, he could not think clearly, its like he had lost his sense of time and place, he had no idea how long he had been in that place for. His searched his mind for anything that could help him remember why he was in a cell, after trying for an amount of time his headache started get worse and it would get hurt more everytime he tried to think to hard on how he got in a cell. Then he remembered something hitting him on the back of his head and immediately raised his hand to touch where he felt the pain more and just as he touched the area which was sore from the blow to the head he had received, his memory slowly started to come back, the last night events flooded his mind, things he remembered before he was hit, was him walking Anna home after they left the children orphanage, all the time they where walking he felt like someone was watching and following them. He reached Anna by her place and made sure she entered her yard before turning and leaving, and after that he started to walk back to his place, he had this feeling like someone was either watching him again and following him and ,and it really felt really weird to a point he kept looking over his shoulder or sides to see if they was anyone but saw no one , he started to relax when suddenly he felt a pain on the back of his head and put his hand to feel where he was hit, it felt sore and was wet, he brought his hand to his front only to find it coated with blood and when he tried to turn ansld see who or what hit him, he felt something shape prick his neck , he got dizzy and fall to the ground and the last thing he saw was being dragged in a van and he passed out moment his head hit the cold floor of the van.

When he finally gained his sense and it was like he had just became more aware with his surrounding. He tired to get to his feet which was to fast which only caused him to fall right back on the floor , he took in a few breaths trying to be calm and he the got up slowly this time, till he was balancing on his feet and he looked around and then started to search for Anna like a mad person, cause he got worried and thought she had been captured as well and was here like he was or was there somewhere in that room and when he had no sight of her, he started to wonder if she was okay and if she had got inside the house safely, he got more relieved when he didn't see any female figure in the cells next to him and around him.

Where was he, he througt and what was he doing in a cell , who had put him in here . As he seat back down quietly he began to wonder how his mom and sister where , if they are worrying about where his was .Then he heard noises and sound of movement from the near cell and saw that he was not alone. They were more people and he began to wonder why this people who put them in there and what they wanted or intended to do to him and everyone else in here, he tired to think of reasons as to why but could not come up with anything. He went back to thinking of how long he had been in the cell for , he had no clue if it was the same day he was taken or a day before, he did not know how long he had been in that cell for. He imagined how sick and worred his mom and sister should be right now cause his, for not knowing where he was and prayed that his mother and sister where both okay and taking care of themselves and hopefully they were not out looking for him just in case these people would try to get them too. He stood up straighter this time to exam his surrounding and people who where here , he counted 5 more other people in other cells, each occupying a single cell, atleast he wasn't the only one here he thought to himself. When he took a closer look around at each of the people in their own cells, to honesty say some looked worn out and drained what had they done to them. He had gotten very close to the bars of the cell this time and tired to see if he could recongonise one of the people there, and found someone he knew someone from there, one of the people in the room they wherr held in was his friend, someone he grew up with Peter, looking weak and in a bad shape and asked him what was happening .

Carols: hey man, what's happening and what are we doing here, what do they want with us.

Peter : they are running tests on us every day they came in take each of us out and do some blood test and inject us with certain chemicals or samples just to see how they turn out. failed experiments they disposal off.

Carlos: how long have you been here and how did they get to you

Peter : I have been here for ten to eleven days don't know how long I have but everyday it's becoming worse.

He listened carefully as his friend Peter explained to him how they caught him , brought him here and the sick and wicked things that where done to him and the people who could talk also shared there stories of how the each found themselves in there and things they have experienced also explained how some have died before them, most of the people here were not from his town. Carlos felt the hairs on his back stand to things he was told and what these people had gone through so far was inhuman. He felt sick and wondered what kind of human beings would do such things to there own follow humans. At least from what he was told, he found out that he had been unconscious for 2days and had been brought in 3 nights ago by the guards who kidnapped him that night, and that they would come to check if he was okay or awake from the time he had been here. He and Peter had continued to talk , only stopped when they heard the door open to were they were, everyone in the room become alert and scared. Some huge men walked in to get one of them, when they reached carlos cell, they stopped and looked at him only him looking back at them , he was awake finally, one guard touched his ear and communicated with whoever was in charge through a device in the ear, that the new subject was awake, should they bring him up as well and responded with a nod to whatever they were told on the other side. They came and stood by Carlos cell door and unlocked the cell and opened it. Carlos moved futher back, his body was sweating an shaking with fear of what was going to be done to him and his only thought was to fight them off as much as he could , when one of them tried to grab his arm , he pulled back and went to attack him, he tried to fight the one who came infront of him when the other guard caught him from behind him and held him still , so that the gaurd in front of him could inject him with something that drained him, all he could do was weakly try to stand on his feet but faik badly to the floor , he felt the drowsiness consume him, the gaurds picked him up by his shoulders and began to move him out of the cell and all he could felt at the moment was been dragged him up the stairs from what he came to recongonise they where put in a dungeon. Next he was in a bright room filled with so much light that hurt his eyes that was because of the darkness in the dungeon , he kept eyes open as he could just to see where he was been taken despite the light hurting and all. He was taken to a room full of lights, machines and a single bed in the middle where he was laid down and strapped to the bed.

After a well two doctors walked into the room carrying a folder. Subject 51 one doctor said to him opening the folder , he continued saying they where going to take out some tissue sample and run some tests. it would only take a bit of time then they wait to run more tests after the results of the samples they took were out, right they need to know his blood type, how his cells and body tissue responds to certain chemicals and drugs , and after that they will know what his body was compatible with. They began there work with no care of him been human, treated like some dead animal by taking blood samples, his saliva sample, cutting through his skin to take bits of tissue sample, when they were done they stitched him up and left him alone in the room after what felt like an hour of them going back and fourth around the bed . He had screamed to deaf ears and his and shirt was wet with his tears.

Through out the process he was awake and could see all they did to him but could not talk or see the faces of the people who where doing this to him. In the back of his mind he could hear voices of people speaking and trying to agree on what specimen to combine his blood sample with. And they where also screams from other rooms from victims they where running tests one. He was scared and paralysed to the bed, Who where this people he thought and he couldn't believe what this people where doing to him and others and why they were doing it and for what reason. Then after some time the two guards who brought him to the room came to take him back to the cells. They did not say a thing just dragged his numb body back to the cell with no care, it was like they had seen so much of these tests and experiments to feel effected by what these scientists did to the people they got.