Catherine

I remember everything. I remember my past, their past, the world's past. I remember what they did and have done to us, to everyone. I remember our parents are basically monsters and always hungry for power. I remember my sisters. I remember him. Aaron Warner. All too well.

But they don't want this, they didn't want this. They expect me to forget and to be replaced by new memories as they did to others. Sometimes I want it too. My selfish part does. But it's up to me to save. To save my friends, sisters and the world. But it's hard to live knowing that I am the only one stuck with old memories of our pasts. I feel empty. Lonely.

I want to cry, scream, break free from this gravity of grief and cruelty.

One more day has passed, I'm locked in this asylum. A room made of Matt frosted glass to prevent me from any type electricity outburst. A room of four wall, a small ventilator and a door which is stiffly shut. Only opens when they ̶ta̶̶k̶̶e̶ ̶m̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶o̶̶r̶̶t̶̶u̶̶r̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶c̶̶h̶̶a̶̶m̶̶b̶̶e̶̶r̶ they visit me to continue their experiment. They are never done with their experiment.

184 days. I have last seen the daylight. To be honest I've been sleeping so long in dark nights, that I forgot how actually it feels to live in daylight. The world had been destroyed before ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶y̶ ̶t̶̶o̶̶o̶̶k̶ ̶m̶̶e̶ ̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶̶e̶ I came here.

I look down at the face I've drawn in my sketch book. I look around for color. But can't find one. All the colors from my life had been erased when I was 6. They had done this to me, to us, to all the children of those bloodsucking monsters, to everyone in the world. But the only color that is and will be screaming is those pale green eyes. The only light alive in my life. Greenlight flashing from these dreamy eyes.

I am snapped back to reality by a series of sound, the sound of door being unlocked. I sit up straight hiding the only belonging I am left with, a pen and a notebook. I know who is here, I don't dare to look up.

"UP!"

The deep voice comes out like a robotic one as they are wearing mask and it echos in this almost vacuum room. I instantly stand on my feet. These supreme guards are not human, they don't act like a human. They don't hesitate a second to torture someone. And I know better what happens if I don't follow their commands.

I am defenseless now. No weapon, I am weak for hand-to-hand combat though it won't be fruitful. And I still hadn't learnt how to control my power.

I stroll with them through the dark corridor. My wrists are pinned behind my back, already in the handcuff. It's not new to me. I know very well where I am leading to.

̶T̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶T̶̶o̶̶r̶̶t̶̶u̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶c̶̶h̶̶a̶̶m̶̶b̶̶e̶̶r̶ their laboratory where I am T̶̶o̶̶r̶̶t̶̶u̶̶r̶̶e̶d experimented. When we come to a hold infront of a two-swing door with two circle window on both sides allowing us to see the other side of this asylum, I feel the grip on both my elbows loosened. Before I can sense anything else, I feel a needle injected on my exposed skin of my neck and everything goes black.

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My breath is heavy. I can't feel my arms and legs anymore. My whole body is dreading with numbness. My eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but I don't cry. My throat aches but I don't scream.

My heart won't stop beating as it absorbs the electricity with every moment passed. My body is a puddle of sweat with stinging pain everywhere. From the back of my eyes to my toes. My skin is burning with fire. Someone is peeling off my skin and spreading salt on the raw meat. My veins and arteries are torn out from my body. I'm not wearing my full body covered suit anymore. They always changed me to less clothes before putting me here.

It's a round shape hanger where above my head on either side my wrists are locked and down my legs spread locking them with bright light string.

A normal human can't tolerate electricity above 10 mA. Even electricity below 10 milliamps can cause damage to the muscle.

But I'm not a human. They say. Which is kinda right. Because so far what I have discovered two years before, I am able to tolerate 10,000 milliamps of electricity. But here I am not given electricity shock of 10,000 milliamps, if it was I won't be in this much agony. They ensure that more than 10 amps of electricity passes through me per day.

They want to make me scream. But I don't which makes them angry. And how can I understand that -- because they increase the electricity rate agonizingly.

I fall to the ground when I'm released. For what felt like hours, I can't move, can't open my eyes as I lay there like a limp dead body. And then I hear the footsteps thudding on the tiled floor. I don't sit up from my laying position. According to my calculations from the sound of footsteps, I know who is here. The sound stops just in front of the door to this room.

Squeezing my eyes, I sit up with the help of my palms pressed on the floor. A gasp escapes from my mouth when my body leans against the tiled wall. Cold and pain shoot through my spine when my bare skin contacts the wall.

"COME OUT, YOU BASTARD!" My throat burns. My eyes squint due to all the bright fluorescent lights. I keep my gaze fixed to the floor when the footsteps come closer. The door opens and shuts. I don't look up.

"Well, well, well." A heavy man's voice with a hint of mocking burns my ears. My fingers twitch to kill him right there.

"If it isn't our little hero has finally gotten to her rebellious self back, hmm?" He crouches in front of me. A glove hand grabs my chin and lifts my head so I can see him.

His piercing aquarium eyes fixed on me. The grip on my jaw tightens, probably leaving the mark. He's handsome yet deadly. I know him well enough to describe him to anything but a man with human morals and values.

I keep glaring at him as I grit, "Anderson."

"Your electricity tolerating capacity rate is increasing." He stands to his feet. "Interesting, why Evie didn't notice her middle daughter is also something?"

He walks a bit further and stops to turn to look at me.

"What do you want now? Wasn't it enough to watch me getting tortured and locked me away for 184 fucking days?"

He has a lopsided smile, when he says, "and I don't want it any other way." He steps forward, "and what's the point of letting you getting away? You are going to stay right here until we're finished with what we have started."

He crouches again lifting my chin up. "You are a little pesky obstacle, aren't you? Who could've known you are capable of so many things. Jesus! I have to admit you are the smartest among all the children of the supreme commanders and yet the stupidest to come up with a plan to escape."

My nostrils flare as I keep myself calm. "You think you can just lock me up and get away with your evil plans? You're delusional!"

He laughs an evil laugh, "delusional? That's how you phrase it," he shakes his head dramatically, "ambition, dear, it's called ambition. You were the one who stood in our way, once you are removed the path is clear."

"Why are you lot not killing me already?"

"The Sommers sisters are not to be killed!"

I open my mouth to say something but Anderson shouts that moment, sure I'm getting to his nerve already. "Shut up, Catherine! Shut up! I'm not here to waste my time to have this conversation with you." He presses the tip of thumb and index to his temple, sure he's frustrated now. He pauses before saying slowly, "I have something important to order you."

"Ofcourse you are here to order me."

He glares before continuing, "we are moving you to sector 45."

Sector 45.

I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector. I know who is in charge of that sector.

"My father wants me to move with him in the capital, leaving my mother behind," I can hear the pain in his voice even though he tries to hide it. I know him but he doesn't. He continues, "that's why I am taking the charge of sector 45."

"Why? Sick of me already?" I compose myself even though I am still on the ground.

"You, little girl talks too much sometimes. Waste of my time," He crouches in front of me, taking my attention, "Now listen to whatever I have to say."

I stay stoic.

He begins, "I have to leave this continent for a while. And my dear son volunteers in keeping you." He looks at me mischievously.

I know he's doing this intentionally. I know how much he loves to torture. He is a sadist. A fucking sadist. Who doesn't leave his very own son alone. Maybe his son was the one to bear the most torture. And moving me to sector 45 would be a torture for me as well as Aaron. The latter has less possibility though.

"And listen, girl," he grips my jaw tightly, "if you try to disclose anything about the memory to Aaron" he gives a dry laugh, "I won't hesitate to kill your dare little sister also the love of your life."

My mouth gets dry, I cough, "I know you wouldn't dare to kill Ella. But even if you do I understand but your own son?....... You know what? You are a fucking monster!"

He laughs again, more evil laughs, "yes, call me whatever you want but mind it I won't dare to do what I said. And I'll make it look like an accident."

I find it hard to breathe now. My head is pounding. Anderson's laugh is making it worse. My fingers are twitching with a flowing circuit. I need my power to set free now. I feel hot, extremely hot. I need to touch something but everything in this room is an insulator.

I feel something being pushed in my neck and everything goes black. Again.

A/N

First chapter out. Any opinion?