Eden

I was going to die. His dagger like nails were still deep in my arm, causing me an immense amount of pain.

He finally loosened his grip and let go, making me cry in pain as his nails grazed the puncture wounds he had made. My arm was on fire.

I scurried backwards to get away, but I found myself stuck in a corner, the corner of my cell. I hadn't realized we'd made it back against the bright lights and the throbbing of my head and arm. But more obviously, I couldn't pay attention to anything other than the murderous looking alien before me. All previous signs of emotionlessness were gone and replaced with anger.

"Please stop!" I choked through my tears of pain and fear. "Just stay away from me!"

I raised my hands to my head, partially in protection but also in reaction to the drilling pain my head was experiencing.

"I'm. . . I'm sorry! Just please don't kill me!" I cried, gasping at the growing pain.

Maddox made no move towards me, but his hand was resting on his gun while the other was dripping my blood onto the floor. He just stood there, watching me with his crimson eyes. He looked like a demon as he stood there, horns and red eyes.

I hadn't realized how much I was shaking until I looked at my hands. In, fact I couldn't stop.
Suddenly my entire body was wracked with shakes and I fell onto my side, unable to control my actions. I could taste something weird in my mouth, but I couldn't talk. My head started jerking to the side, and I knocked it against the hard floor. Great, more head trauma.

My entire body began shaking harder, and I could do nothing to stop it. Maddox had knelt down to my level, and I could see that he'd changed back into his human-like form. I wanted to move away from him. I was afraid he would do something to me while I was unable to run or even move at all. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear against the pounding sound of my heart in my ears.

My head jerked again, hitting itself against the concrete floor. I wanted to yell out in pain, but I still found I couldn't speak. Again, my body threw my head into the floor, earning a pained and yet angered look from Maddox.

He was yelling at me now, telling me to stop. I still couldn't hear, but I could just barely read his lips against the darkness of the cell.

I tried to tell him it wasn't me. I wasn't doing this. I wasn't acting, as they thought I was. But I couldn't say anything. Only stutters came from my mouth and empty sounds.

He stopped yelling when he finally looked me in the eyes. He must have seen my imminent fear, because then he lifted me from the ground bridal style, even as I still seized.

I was thankful he had saved me from banging my head against the floor another time, but I was worried to where he was taking me. He was running.

The lights of the halls blinded me in pain, sending me into another silent scream. I could still feel myself shaking, and I knew Maddox could barley keep his grip on me, even with his strong hold.

I felt Maddox put me down, and felt the familiar cold clasps lock around my wrists. It only made the pain worse, as it didn't prevent me from shaking. The clasps dug into my wrists as I shook.

I wanted nothing more than for this to stop. If I kept seizing like this I was going to die, right? How long had it been going on? It must have been almost five minutes.

I felt something puncture my left arm, while something punctured on the right, just below where Maddox had clawed me. Slowly my shaking stopped, but the immense pain in my head did not. Thought it was probably from me ramming it into the floor.

The only problem was, as the shaking stopped I suddenly found everything blackening instead of brightening and I knew I was falling unconscious, but I was so horribly worried what would happen to me while I was asleep.

•

When I finally came to, I felt pain in only my right arm. The pain from my head was completely gone, but instead confusion had set in.

I was still in the operation chair, but this time I had several straps holding the rest of my body down. The maniac doctor was nowhere to be seen, but Maddox was at the door facing away from me.

Something told me to call out to him, maybe he would answer my questions, but after what happened, after what he did, I didn't want to talk to him.

Looking towards my arm I saw it was covered in blood, but had finally stopped bleeding. No one had even bothered to clean me up. I had bruises on the insides of my arms from the constant injections and I was sure my hair still had much of my own blood in it. I really wish I could take a shower.

"Ah, she is awake!" The doctor cheered, entering from the door. Maddox turned around now, with an interesting look on his face. It looked like a cross between I'm-really-sorry and I'm-still-angry-at-you.

"What happened?" I finally asked.

"You had a. . . Well, what do the humans call it? A seizure I think. It was most likely caused from the poison we gave you, though I'm unsure which one so we will have to try each again!"

"What!? No, no, no! Please–"

"I think we should let her rest a little," Maddox interrupted, earning a surprised look from me and the doctor.

"Alright, whatever you say big guy, you're in charge," the doctor responded, tucking away the new syringes he had retrieved. I sighed in relief, but Maddox's hard grip on my arm, as he took off the clasps worried me.

He shoved me forward from the room and into the hall. His grip loosened significantly as he saw my pained expression. This surprised me. I thought he didn't care, like, at all.

This time I made no plans of escape. I wouldn't get far enough anyways, but then again that was because of the poison. My eyes glanced at the same door I'd run out of as we passed it.

"Don't even think about it," Maddox warned, his grip growing tight again. My stomach only growled in response and Maddox looked at me quizzically. "What was that?"

"My stomach," I retorted. I must have been starving. No wonder I felt like dying. Maybe it was because my stomach was eating itself.

"Your... Stomach?" He asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway, not far from the door.

"Yeah, it's grumbling because I'm hungry. I haven't had any food in like three days and the only water I've had was literally dripping from the ceiling of the cell. I'm fact, I'm probably going to die from bacteria poisoning." Now that I was paying attention to it, the hunger pains had grown worse.

"How often do you usually eat?" He questioned, walking me down a different hall now. Oh god, where was he taking me?

"Usually every day... two or three times."

"Why didn't you tell me? You've gone without eating for multiple days!"

"I thought you knew that and just didn't care," I retorted again. It was very apparent that he didn't. He looked at me for a long time.

"I... care about... the mission," he finally said, very choosy on his words. "Let's get some food now."

He brought me through a pair of double doors into a room full of other people all dressed in uniforms similar to Maddox's. Most of them were men, but there were a few women scattered about the room. They all looked right at me with unnerving grins as I entered the room. This was not going to go well.