𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚.

4 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧:

A hand quickly flies out in-front of one of the guards as he stops in-front of a cell door—raising his eyebrows as he trails his eyes down the persons arm.

"Might want to let me handle this one." The man says as he pushes his hand up against the newbie's chest. "Not the subject you want to mess with."

The newbie only nods his head slowly as he backs away.

"Stay behind me." The elder warns as he reaches out to turn the knob.

The screeching of the metal door slides across the cold tile as the eldest guard creeps in slowly.

"Subject A-"

A sudden grunt leaves the man's lips as he doubles over—clutching onto his stomach.

"Sir!" The younger guard shouts as he quickly jumps to his side.

The subject quickly darts forward—taking the newbie's head into their hands. A quick grunt leaves their lips as the younger guard's head smacks the side of the door—making him fall onto the ground, unconscious.

Another pained groan leaves the eldest guard as he pushes himself back onto his feet—making the prisoner quickly snap their head back over to the enemy.

The teenager quickly tries to wrap their small arms around the guard's head—attempting to put him into a headlock as a sudden crackle sounds from behind the two, making one of them fall to the ground—twitching and groaning in pain.

"You guys really need to start sedating her before we bring her into the lab. I don't know how much more I can be a punching bag." The eldest guard pants out as he turns to look at the figure standing in the doorway with a taser gun.

"Get subject A3 to room 290." Janson orders as he sends the small brunette a smirk before turning in his heels to leave.

"God—" Blake pants as she grits her teeth from the pain. "That's gotta be...what...number—twenty now?"

The guard shakes his head as he finally composes himself—glancing at the rookie laying unconscious at the door. "If you wouldn't put up such a fight every-time—"

Blake mentally shrugs her shoulders as she lets out a hiss. "I have to entertain myself somehow, Bob."

The guard rolls his eyes under his mask as he clicks the button on his watch to call for help. "It's Tim." The man replies dryly as he waits for backup.

"Bob—Tim...same thing." The girl hisses from the ground.

Heavy footsteps echoing through the facility make Blake roll her eyes again as a pair of new guards walk into the cell.

"Take Jake up to medical. Subject A3 knocked him out."

"It's Blake." The girl corrected, mocking the guard's previous comment.

A sigh left the girl's lips as she sat in a cold metal chair.

Drumming her fingers on the table in front of her as the clanking of the chains around her wrist slapped against the table's edge.

"Why do you keep fighting, Blake?" Janson asked as he closed the door behind him. Letting a sigh leave his lips as he slapped a leather pouch down onto the table.

"Why do you keep breathing?" Blake sassed, cocking her head to the side as she glared at the man standing behind a chair—opposite of her.

Janson's smile twitches into a scowl as he watches the girl square her shoulders and flicker her gaze between him and the leather pouch resting on the table.

The older man lets out a deep breath, calming himself. Janson rests his hands on the metal chair's back—gripping the solid steel till his knuckles turn white.

"Since Dr. Paige won't let me kill you—which I am very upset about...I have decided to take matters into my own hands." The man smiled as he reached forward to untie the leather twist around the book. Popping the seal, Janson points a finger under the leather—letting Blake furrow her eyebrows in confusion.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

Janson suddenly opens the leather up—revealing a set of knives and a different assortment of carving and drilling tools.

Smirking as he lifts his gaze up to the small brunette who sits quietly as she swallows a thick lump in her throat.

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘺. The girl tells herself as her emerald orbs open back up.

A chuckle leaves the girl's lips as she shifts in her seat to look over the shiny and sharp tools.

"Kinky." The girl intones as she meets Janson's now pissed off gaze.

"You think a pumpkin carving kit is going to scare me into behaving right?" The girl laughs "Seriously?"

A smirk twitches up on Janson's lips as he bends down to take a scalpel into his hand. "Dr. Paige said nothing about hurting you—just that I can't kill you." The man spoke monotone.

Blake's heart pattered against her chest as she reeled her hands back in, closer to her frame to sit on the very edge of the metal table.

Janson stepped closer as he slid next to the girl, smiling evilly as he looked down at Blake—who tried to put up a strong front.

"Told you that we were going to have some fun." Janson smiled even wider than before and lunged forward—digging the scalpel into the small brunette's shoulder, resulting in a loud scream echoing throughout the facility.

Minho and Aris' ears perked up as they sat in their cells, both being bored out of their minds till a certain scream cut through the air.

An angered sigh leaves Minho as he grits his teeth together—trying to drown out the now repeating screams of pain coming from somewhere nearby.

"That's Blake isn't it?" Aris asks through the vent.

The boy opens his eyes as he tries to calm himself down. "Yeah. She won't stop fighting back so Janson's trying to torture the fight out of her."

"Is that what I hear everyday?" Aris asks as he shifts his head to lay on the cold metal beneath him. "Blake—beating the shit out of the guards?"

Minho only nods as he squeezes his eyes shut again, drowning out the horrible screams and whimpers of pain.

"Everyday they come into her cell like they do with us—trying to escort her to the lab...but Blake uses it as playtime.." the boy trails off as Aris shifts closer to the vent. "Said she wouldn't stop fighting—and told me that she was gonna use this time to learn—Whatever the hell that means." Minho shook his head as he recalled the girl rambling on the other side of his cell.

Blake had been non-stop trying to find a way out.

Starting fights with the guards everyday to try and learn new tactics. The girl figured they had special training and wanted to learn how to fight back—so she watched each time they came in and fought back against her attempts.

Blake mentally noted every move the guards used on her. She had finally gotten the upper hand till they started using the taser gun again.

Still, Ava had insisted to try and calm the girl before using force—but nonetheless electricity ensued.

Blake knew they were test subjects and were prized possessions—so she automatically assumed she'd be kept alive.

Sure, she'd come out with a few bruises, scrapes, and gashes—but she knew they wouldn't kill her.

She was too important.

The small brunette wanted to use her time wisely as she waited for either an escape plan—or Thomas and the others to break them out.

It was going all according to her plan— till Janson.

Blake winced as the guards threw her back into her cell. Once bright emerald eyes, drooped from exhaustion and blood loss as she laid her head back onto the cool floor below her.

"Blake!" Minho shouted from the other side of the metal vent. "Are you okay? What did they do?" The boy's voice came out shaky as he tried to peek through the cracks of the metal.

"I'm good." Blake's voice came out raspy as she grit her teeth together—fighting back the burning pain shooting through-out her body.

"What the hell did they do to you?"

"Is she okay?" Aris asked from the other side of Minho's cell, not being able to hear the girl speak.

Blake chuckles in between winces as a tear fell from her dull emeralds. "Torture me. Janson got to play with his knife collection." The girl answered simply as she looked down at the mixture of dried and fresh blood caking her figure. "Just enough to inflict pain but keep me alive."

Silence fills the air for a minute or two before Minho asks "How bad is it?"

"I—" The girl paused as she pushed herself up to lay her back against the wall—whimpering and hissing as her beaten and gashed skin collided with the cool metal.

Aches and pains shoot through her whole body as she settles herself down. "It's not bad." The brunette lies "Just a couple of scratches. Im alive."

Minho angrily shook his head as Aris' voice once again called from the opposite side of his cell. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah I think so." Minho replied as he shifted his head to snap back towards Blake's vent. "Blake—"

"I'm good, Min." The girl falsely assured as she let her eyes close. "I promise."