Teen Ink
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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT
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TeenInk "If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I might be writing in my dreams." http://t.co/0FUP7fyJcB
""ey gonna 'urt u' ag'in" Cage murmured, "'ey gonn speir'men' on u' again." she siad like she was talking to herself, "I don'' 'wan' 'is 'oo 'appen!" she cried, tears squeezing out of her closed eyes, she was scared, mroe than scared she was frightened.
Sprint pressed his lips together. He slowly wrapped a trembling arm around Cage's fragile little frame.
"I-I'll...p-protect you." He whispered into her ear, as firmly as he could manage.
"P'omi'e?" Cage whispered shakily. Her head still hurt,
"W'a 'appen'?" she asked, "Af'e' the ca'e blew up?" she added. She guessed it couldn't have been good considering how tired Sprint looked. Her ribs felt like they'd been acracked by the rocks, making it painful to take deep breaths.
"I-I-I tried to...t-to take you a-and run." Sprint said, his voice tiny. "I-I'm sorry."
"Don'' be ''leas' you t'y." Cage told him, she then reached over and put her finger to her lips. She wanted Sprint to be quiet, ehr head ache was getting worse. She moved a tiny bit so her head was buried in his shoulder to block out the light, she wanted to go back to sleep or pass out, anything to make her thribbing head go away.
Sprint held onto her protectively, staring up at their surroundings with panic filled eyes. He kept trembling and shaking as he held tightly to her. His only friend. He had vowed to protect her. And now they were both moving towards more hurt, more pain.
Cage woke up to being moved, dragged more of. She was dropped in a cell and her ankles were locked onto a chain, the chain wans't that long, she could move her legs a bit though, the room was an empty stark white one there was no funiture in it except another set of chains across the room.
The white of his empty cell burned into Sprint's eyes, making him curl up even tighter into a ball. His breath started to come in panicked gasps as his memories whipped at him with fresh leering. The darkest thoughts, the ones that usually stayed hidden unless he was in the depths of his nightmares, lashed out at him, reminding him of how badly they would hurt him now that he was back in their grasp.
Sprint wans't put in the same cell as Cage. Cage whimpered and curled up, clutching her legs to her chest. She wanted to be out of here, the nightmares she'd experienced here beat at her mind. Sprint had promised to protect her, now he wans't even here to comfort here now that she was scared and lonely.
Sprint whimpered an cried out, curled up alone in his cell. He had made a promise. He had told Cage he would protect her. But now, he didn't even know where she was. He had failed her, and now they were both getting hurt.
Two lab doctors adn three gaurds came into Cage's cell. Tge guards unchained her and carried her roughly out. She struggled in their grasp. Had she done something wrong? Is that why SPrint wasn't here? She was taken to a room, and striiped, then she was layed down adn strapped on a table. TEh doctors started talking quietly among themselves, something about a virus adn testing. The came forward they were wearing soem sort of suit that covered them totaly, Haz-mat she believed they were called. The had gloves on a jar filled with a paste that looked like mold or bactteria, she cringed as the put the paste on her bare skin.
Sprint was dragged out of his cell, kicking an screaming. He struggled hard, trying to fight back both his own memories and the doctors cutting into his skin and hooking him up to machines that beeped and shocked at him and stabbing at him with needles that seemed to push boiling acid into his veins.
The doctors smeared the paste all over her skin, she naked so the paste was all over her skin form her face to the bottom of her feet. THe paste burned and itched, she tried to wriggle, wanting the paste off of her, but the straps on her wrists and ankles made it immpossible to move. The doctors left her strapped to the table, she felt her self breaking out in blisters and hives.
Sprint whimpered, feeling a scream start to well up in his chest as more needles were shoved into his skin. On his arms, on his legs, his chest his back. Pain was all he could feel, some places feeling as though liquid flames were setting him on fire from the inside out, others feeling like ice gripping at him, clenching his muscles in frozen knots and creeping over him with slow but steady agony. All he could see was blurred colors as he screamed and thrashed.
The bacteria seemed to seep into Cage's skin and she screamed, her body shook, her skin burned at the boils, blisters, and hives spread painfully and she screamed, it felt like her flesh was burning and teh blisters puckers and burst only to be replaced by more. Her body was shaking, the bacteria had been put on everywhere, her eyelids were swellinga dnburning. Teh doctros came back in and forcinge rh mouth open put some of the bacteria in her mouth and on her lips. Cage swallowed, her throat felt like it was being constricted as the blisters started tof orm in it.
Sprint couldn't even hear himself scream any more. He thrashed violently, beating himself on the table as hard as the straps allowed. His head rolled around on his shoulders. He kept screaming and moaning as the pain continued. He was starting to see things that weren't really there. Or were they...? The world blurred in front of him, colors and shapes and light twisting and distorting in strange smudges.
Cage's breath wheezed as her throat was constricted by the blisters, her eye lids swelled up to the point of her just being able to see slits. her tongue and the inside of her mouth were also covoered in blisters and hives, her wholed body felt like she was wrapped in hot coals, like it was peeling off she was so hot.
Sprint was beginning to get weaker as he thrashed, his screams dying down to weak, agony filled moans. He had cut himself on the straps with how hard he had fought, and his head was bleeding from beating on the table. But he couldn't even tell the difference between that pain and the fluids rushing through his veins, filling his body with agony and making his mind dull.
