"By a Thread" - section 2 `Helen`
[Helen]
After the dead body, the woman didn't think the day could have gotten any worse. There were no windows or any indication of an `outside` meaning she was underground. So after awhile running seemed pointless with endless grey hallway after endless grey hallway. Jesiah and her may have been blindfolded but they couldn't stop her from listening to the sound of the elevator they were dragged into or the echoes of the various types of halls they were walked down.
Helen tried to calm the adrenaline pumping through her after assuring herself she couldn`t hear the guard chasing her anymore. And with a little effort she lightened her footsteps to a ghost of a sound so she could track the memory of the echoes she had heard before. They led her to a slightly more open hallway where she ducked behind some crates to think. A few minutes later she heard the guard run past wheezing. She knew she wouldn't be safe for long. She quietly peeked out; making sure the coast was clear and looked up seeing the ductwork above. What she hadn't noticed before was the plates running between the lights with a series of letter and number signifiers.
The one above her read bth-135. The one up ahead bth-136. She promptly made her mind up to go the other way hoping the numbers would wind down to her destination. She stalked down the hallway as she followed the turns to bth-100 and a few turns later bth-50. Helen tried to ignore the deadly silence around her wondering if they were watching but she didn't see any cameras in the sterile halls.
One last turn at bth-10 and there it was! A plain elevator barely feet away and her ticket to freedom. Straining her ears one last time and hearing nothing, Helen broke into a full run to the doors. She immediately noticed the lack of buttons. But trying not to panic the woman skimmed the edges of the walls for a secret panel but to no avail. She became so involved in her search that she didn`t notice the sound of wheezing behind her until the needle had already slid into her neck. And she was too tired to fight the descent into darkness. The only thing she thought of immediately was if Jesiah had been caught as well like this.
When she awoke the woman was in yet another windowless room and she immediately could tell how her chances of escape had slimmed to none. The first door she saw from the bed prominently stood out against the blue colored concrete walls. The heavy steel door without even an interior handle made it`s point quite clearly. The room wasn't quite sparse but utilitarian at the least. The small bed she lay in, bed stand with a lamp, a dresser all edged with smooth polished metal, and pristinely clean. The room was lit by another lamp on the desk and standing light, bathing the room in a comforting blanket of dim white. Helen wondered why they simply hadn't put up some of the usual fluorescents you would expect in a place like this.
Yet again she was just happy not to be in a pitch black cell with a rotting corpse. Escape would have to take a back seat in her mind for now, especially with handle-less door. Helen got up from the bed shaking off the dizziness as best as she could. Whatever the hell kind of drug they gave her was way more then was needed and she felt a headache coming on.
The dresser was filled with neat sets of grey and white clothes. She wondered why they given her lab coats at all, let alone with the name `Kayla` neatly stitched onto the front pockets. She picked one up seeing it was brand new. But it obviously had belonged to someone. She tried not to think about it for the moment at the expense of a worsening headache as she shoved the lab coat back into the drawer and moved to the desk. Inside the various drawers were sets of glossy black journals, pens, and pencils, and even a painting set. All of it looked untouched.
The discreet sliding door next to the dresser featured blue and grey tiles compared to the concrete walls. It had the basics of an industrial shower, sink, toilet, and even open shelves with neatly folded towels, shower and cosmetic accessories. The whole place seemed more like some futuristic hotel room then a prison cell.
The worsening headache forced the woman back to the bed. She didn`t want to think anymore even with the waves of questions crashing against her.Sure, Helen had always know the BML`s reputation for pulling people off the streets, but that was only criminals and the homeless. People who wouldn`t be missed. Sure Jesiah had gotten into fights with kids in the neighborhood but he`d never been in trouble with the law. She certainly hadn`t done anything either. But yet again, this organization was huge and she could have easily guessed it was corrupted. Not that the realization helped her now. All she could tell based on the room was they meant to keep her here a long time.
For a long time…in an inescapable windowless room with only journals to talk to herself with… The woman shivered openly starting to wonder what they were planning to do with her and Jesiah. Why were they separated? Would she ever even see him again? With that last thought, the headache throbbing only worsened as if knowing she was trying to hold back even the thought of crying. She sat up rubbing her temples and then shaking her head.
Helen determined she wouldn`t let them get to her like this. She dragged herself out of bed and sat at the desk. She pulled out one of the journals, so she could document all of this, and hopefully be able to use the information to escape. Again she saw the name Kayla, neatly printed on the inside cover. Had they given her the leftovers of some employees’ clothes? It seemed like the `efficient` thing to do. The woman glanced around the room again, wondering if they were watching, But once again there were no cameras. She grabbed one of the pens and quickly scribbled the date before writing her first question. `Who is Kayla?`
After the dead body, the woman didn't think the day could have gotten any worse. There were no windows or any indication of an `outside` meaning she was underground. So after awhile running seemed pointless with endless grey hallway after endless grey hallway. Jesiah and her may have been blindfolded but they couldn't stop her from listening to the sound of the elevator they were dragged into or the echoes of the various types of halls they were walked down.
Helen tried to calm the adrenaline pumping through her after assuring herself she couldn`t hear the guard chasing her anymore. And with a little effort she lightened her footsteps to a ghost of a sound so she could track the memory of the echoes she had heard before. They led her to a slightly more open hallway where she ducked behind some crates to think. A few minutes later she heard the guard run past wheezing. She knew she wouldn't be safe for long. She quietly peeked out; making sure the coast was clear and looked up seeing the ductwork above. What she hadn't noticed before was the plates running between the lights with a series of letter and number signifiers.
The one above her read bth-135. The one up ahead bth-136. She promptly made her mind up to go the other way hoping the numbers would wind down to her destination. She stalked down the hallway as she followed the turns to bth-100 and a few turns later bth-50. Helen tried to ignore the deadly silence around her wondering if they were watching but she didn't see any cameras in the sterile halls.
One last turn at bth-10 and there it was! A plain elevator barely feet away and her ticket to freedom. Straining her ears one last time and hearing nothing, Helen broke into a full run to the doors. She immediately noticed the lack of buttons. But trying not to panic the woman skimmed the edges of the walls for a secret panel but to no avail. She became so involved in her search that she didn`t notice the sound of wheezing behind her until the needle had already slid into her neck. And she was too tired to fight the descent into darkness. The only thing she thought of immediately was if Jesiah had been caught as well like this.
When she awoke the woman was in yet another windowless room and she immediately could tell how her chances of escape had slimmed to none. The first door she saw from the bed prominently stood out against the blue colored concrete walls. The heavy steel door without even an interior handle made it`s point quite clearly. The room wasn't quite sparse but utilitarian at the least. The small bed she lay in, bed stand with a lamp, a dresser all edged with smooth polished metal, and pristinely clean. The room was lit by another lamp on the desk and standing light, bathing the room in a comforting blanket of dim white. Helen wondered why they simply hadn't put up some of the usual fluorescents you would expect in a place like this.
Yet again she was just happy not to be in a pitch black cell with a rotting corpse. Escape would have to take a back seat in her mind for now, especially with handle-less door. Helen got up from the bed shaking off the dizziness as best as she could. Whatever the hell kind of drug they gave her was way more then was needed and she felt a headache coming on.
The dresser was filled with neat sets of grey and white clothes. She wondered why they given her lab coats at all, let alone with the name `Kayla` neatly stitched onto the front pockets. She picked one up seeing it was brand new. But it obviously had belonged to someone. She tried not to think about it for the moment at the expense of a worsening headache as she shoved the lab coat back into the drawer and moved to the desk. Inside the various drawers were sets of glossy black journals, pens, and pencils, and even a painting set. All of it looked untouched.
The discreet sliding door next to the dresser featured blue and grey tiles compared to the concrete walls. It had the basics of an industrial shower, sink, toilet, and even open shelves with neatly folded towels, shower and cosmetic accessories. The whole place seemed more like some futuristic hotel room then a prison cell.
The worsening headache forced the woman back to the bed. She didn`t want to think anymore even with the waves of questions crashing against her.Sure, Helen had always know the BML`s reputation for pulling people off the streets, but that was only criminals and the homeless. People who wouldn`t be missed. Sure Jesiah had gotten into fights with kids in the neighborhood but he`d never been in trouble with the law. She certainly hadn`t done anything either. But yet again, this organization was huge and she could have easily guessed it was corrupted. Not that the realization helped her now. All she could tell based on the room was they meant to keep her here a long time.
For a long time…in an inescapable windowless room with only journals to talk to herself with… The woman shivered openly starting to wonder what they were planning to do with her and Jesiah. Why were they separated? Would she ever even see him again? With that last thought, the headache throbbing only worsened as if knowing she was trying to hold back even the thought of crying. She sat up rubbing her temples and then shaking her head.
Helen determined she wouldn`t let them get to her like this. She dragged herself out of bed and sat at the desk. She pulled out one of the journals, so she could document all of this, and hopefully be able to use the information to escape. Again she saw the name Kayla, neatly printed on the inside cover. Had they given her the leftovers of some employees’ clothes? It seemed like the `efficient` thing to do. The woman glanced around the room again, wondering if they were watching, But once again there were no cameras. She grabbed one of the pens and quickly scribbled the date before writing her first question. `Who is Kayla?`