Type: Original Stories
Status: In Progress
The explosion was the first thing that jolted me awake.
The next was the sounds of mothers screaming for their children's safety.
The only thing I remember was being carried away from two adults as a bright red flame engulfed the surroundings.
I think they were my parents.
"You said your name was Ivy, correct?"
I sat in a metal chair surrounded by white walls, a white ceiling, a white floor, and men in white suits. Everything was proper here.
I didn't answer, only looking up to meet the gaze of the man sitting across from me.
He narrowed his eyes and sighed, looking down at the papers on the table and putting a check next to the name tab. I guess he understood the message I was trying to give to him.
"Date of birth?"
He sighed again and checked another box on the sheet.
Another box checked.
This process continued for the next three hours. It always does.
At the end of every week they checked in with each patient to see if their memories came back to them. If the majority or all memories were recollected, you were free to go. I wouldn't be free to go for a while, I guess. My memories never came back. I only remembered three small things from when I was a baby. Other than that, the rest of my memories lies here in this facility.
This facility was the House of Mentally Enclosed and Mentally Scarred, or the HMEMS. We were all loners here, searching for our lost memories and ties to our pasts with not luck whatsoever. Most of us are constantly tested on with new medicines and treatments that the doctors come up with to see if it helps with regaining the memories, but they hardly ever work. The only people who are able to leave are the very few that have their memories come back on their own, and even after that they always just become workers here. They have nowhere else to go, even after knowing who they belong to and what they were destined to do if their lives were normal, so they stay at the place that helped them figure it all out.
Me? I want to get out of here. I need out. This place may be the peaceful and mind-resting place for most others here, but for me it slowly tears away at my sanity.
Thankfully there are a few others here who feel the same way, and I guess I could consider them my "friends", but I don't have people skills as it is, so I hardly talk when I'm around them. We are always trying to come up with plans of escape whenever we can, but this place is so heavily guarded and everyone is so closely watched after that it's close to impossible to ever make an exact and sure-shot plan.
"You're free to go." The man said, standing up and gathering the papers in his folder. The two other men next to the door came behind me and helped me out of the chair and led me to my room, where they closed and locked the door behind me.
Another important thing that you should know is that my medical condition isn't the best.
What I've been told is that I was found in the center of a bomb strike from another country, and my parents were killed on impact while I was taken away.
I don't know whether to believe this or not, so I don't think about it too much.
As I grew up in the custody of the HMEMS, I was severely underweight and constantly got sick. Ever since then I can't walk too well and always end up getting a cold or the flu once a week.
I sneezed as I made my way to my bed and sighed. I guess it was the time to get sick again.
I layed down and looked up at the ceiling, clasping my hands together over my stomach. I began to think of the same question that always crosses my mind. I wondered why I wasn't able to get back any memories like everyone else could. At least they regain theirs at a slow pace. Mine don't come or go at all.
I even heard some of the "doctors" talking outside my room once about what they should do with me and the idea of just "putting me out of my misery" came up a lot.
I sighed and closed my eyes. I just wished that I could get out of this place, whether that means I need to die or not.
My eyes flashed open as I heard three knocks on my door. I sighed and scolded myself. I had dozed off when I wasn't supposed to. I had just planned to rest for a while but... look where I am now.
"The Doctor would like to see you."
I blinked in surprise, a feeling that I didn't feel often. The only stories I've heard about of "The Doctor" were that the people who went to see him never came back. I let out a sigh and stood up slowly so I didn't lose my balance. I sneezed again. Looks like this might be my way out for good.
I heard the door unlocked and the two men from before walked in. They had a sort of saddened look in their eyes, another expression you didn't see often, especially from them. Then I realized my thoughts were correct and they were sad I was leaving. They had been the two that took care of me since they found me. I remember them always arguing about things to get me and what to feed me and all that crap. It was funny now that I think about it. Like I said, the only memories I have are from when I was first taken, and all the time I spent here. None of my time out of this damned place.
They helped me out the door and slowly down the hallway, and for a minute I thought they were just prolonging the inevitable. They wanted to spend the rest of my time with me, carrying me to my death. I sighed and a slight smile crept onto my face. Yet another thing you barely saw; me smiling. They must have noticed and one of them actually started crying a little.
That's when I spotted a movement across the hallway. It was one of my "friends", my "closest friend" might I add. He saw where I was going and he got a look in his eyes. I knew this look. It was the look of him getting an idea.
I shook my head slightly to him, trying not to let the men notice I was even talking to him, but he got a goofy smile on his face and I looked away. To be honest I couldn't resist his smile. It was one of the only things that made me feel laughter.
He noticed that I looked away and his smile became even brighter as he made his way down the hall quietly. I began watching him again and noticed what he was doing, started to catch on. He was going to all of our "friends'" rooms and gathering them together. I think I knew what kind of plan he had in mind.
We were getting closer to the door with a huge sign on it labeled, "THE DOCTOR" in big black marker. I blinked, wondering if they would make it in time. I glanced over again to see him gathered with the others, making a quick plan. They all looked over at me, smiling and nodding. My eyes widened a little. I never felt this way about them before. They all had a look in their eyes as though I was one of them, like they actually considered me a friend, and I was the ticket for all of our escape.
"The others and I were talking," the boy said as we sat in the lunch room, "and we figured that when we finally get out of here, we'll all live together as a giant family and make our way into the world. What do you think, Ivy?"
I shrugged, picking at the food on my plate. I didn't like to eat much, anyway.
He gave a goofy smile as I looked up at him and I couldn't help but crack a smile myself. He had a way of making you feel better with just a look, that I almost felt I appreciated. It made me feel like it wasn't so bad to be stuck in here. As long as I could look at him and smile I'd be okay.
"Well? What do you think about our plan?" He asked after I had fallen into his smiling trap.
I sighed and looked back down at my plate, shrugging again. "I don't know, I just never really thought about what I would do after we got out. It sounds nice, I guess."
I glanced up to see him get an even bigger smile of victory that he had gotten an agreeing response out of me. I couldn't help but smile again.
Adrian could be considered the "leader" of our "group of friends" I guess, thought considered the leaders to be both him and me for some reason.
There were 5 of us; Orin, Malachi, Ardith, Adrian and I. We all worked together to come up with a plan to get out of here. They all hated it as much as I did. Though we were barely ever able to get together and figure out something, we tended to make little bits and pieces.
I closed my eyes and smiled to myself. They really were my friends, and I never knew it. But I still didn't know what their plan was. All I could do was wait and see what they had come up with.
The two men finally got me to the door and opened it, leading me inside. They closed the door behind them and stood on either side as I sat in a chair in the middle of the room. After looking around for a minute, I noticed syringes, bottles, and tubes everywhere in sight. Different chemicals in different areas on different shelves and in different cupboards. Everything was labeled and precise. It didn't surprise me. Everything here was orderly and precise.
Finally a man in a white lab coat stepped out and gave me a warm smile. I narrowed my eyes and instantly didn't trust him. I have a little intuition I guess. Usually whenever I see a person, my mind makes it's decision whether to trust them or not. And in the end, my brain usually turns out correct.
"Hello, Ivy, my name is Roderick. But you can just call me The Doctor." He said, sitting in a chair across from me. "There's something we need to talk about."
I blinked and didn't say anything, waiting for him to tell me what was so important.
"As you probably already know your memories haven't ever started returning since you arrived and we never knew why. But now we think we know the reason." He says, standing back up and grabbing a clipboard.
My mind suddenly got interested and forced me to pay attention.
"We looked over where we found you and what happened there, and it turns out that when the bombs went off you were hit with something that went into your skin. We never knew it was there because it didn't show up on any scans or blood tests we did on you," He explained, writing a few things down on a whiteboard. "We were able to find it now because we took scans on the bombs that hit your home town and found it both in the bombs, and in you."
I blinked. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"Well, Ivy, it means that this thing is the cause for your memories not returning," He said. "But now that it's grown into your skin and blood for so long, it's impossible to get it out."
"So it's also impossible for me to get my memories back?" I finished for him.
He sighed and nodded, "Yes."
I leaned back on the chair and furrowed my brow. I wasn't too bothered on the fact that I couldn't regain my memories. I personally didn't want to. If I regained my memories, who knows what would happen to me and how I would change to my friends after knowing the truth. The thing that really bothered me was-
"But there is also another side effect to this 'thing' that entered your system," The Doctor spoke."
-that. That 'thing' that was apparently inside me.
"We ran a few more tests and realized that this was used to give rats superhuman abilities and were often killed when it was given to them. It was used by the same country that put them in bombs and fired at your town. They used it to see if they could get rats to have a smarter and stronger evolution," He explained. "In other words, it should have killed you. But instead it has been growing in you, which is also the cause of your constant sickness and weakness."
I continued listening. It all sort of made sense. But since this 'thing' was used to make rats "superhuman", what the hell was it going to do to me?
"Ah, I already know what you're wondering now," The Doctor said. "What is it going to do to you, you ask?"
I nodded briefly.
"By the looks of it, if it continues to grow, you will obtain the new strengths that it was supposed to give the rats that they tested this on. On the other hand, as it continues to grow, it's slowly killing you from the inside," He explained. "In other words, you're gaining these powers, but you are also being killed by the same thing."
"So what does this mean for me staying here? Are you going to kill me? Are you going to use me as some test subject? Or are you-" I was cut off as the door exploded out of the wall. The two men quickly turned to see what had happened, but were both knocked out by two boys in the doorway. I look and my eyes widened.
"Ivy! Quick, run!" Adrian's voice called from the doorway. I quickly got up and ran toward him, his arms outstretched to help me through.
The Doctor quickly hit a button on the wall, the Security alarm blaring. I watched Orin run over to The Doctor and kick him in the chest, sending him flying back into the chemicals. The bottles broke and the multiple liquids leaked out onto him. He began to scream as steam came from his skin, the chemicals burning away at his coat and slowly at his skin.
"Come on, we don't have much time!" Adrian called to him. Orin quickly met up with us and we began running now the hallway.
"What are we doing?!" I yelled above the alarm to Adrian.
"Escaping!" He replied, a determined yet mischievous look on his face.
Multiple footsteps were heard charging after us as we found the EXIT door and ran toward it. We were able to run through it and hide around the corner of the building before they caught up to us. We watched in silence as they ran out the door and looked around before quickly going back inside.
We sat behind the building for a while before we knew the coast was clear. We all relaxed and sighed before looking at each other.
We had done it. We were out.
"WOO!" Adrian cheered.
"Shh! Not so loud! They could still find us..." Ardith said quietly.
"Sorry..." Adrian sighed.
"Now that I think about it, we still have no idea where to go..." Malachi muttered.
"Well don't ruin the fact we got out! I'm sure we'll find somewhere," Orin said, trying to lighten their spirits.
"Orin's right," I said. They all looked at me with a surprised expression, and I didn't blame them. Even I was a bit surprised with myself. I usually either didn't say anything or was another downer like Malachi.
"Then do you have any idea what we should do next?" Malachi asked, looking at Orin and me. We glanced at each other before shaking our heads.
"How about we walk around town a bit?" Orin suggested after a few minutes of silence.
"We can't walk around town freely. HMEMS will easily be able to spot us and throw us back in here. We aren't the most average looking people, you know," Malachi countered. "Especially you with bright red hair and Ivy who looks like she's eaten maybe ten times in her entire life."
Ardith slapped Malachi on the shoulder, narrowing her eyes. "Don't be rude! She can't help it!"
"Sorry..." Malachi said, hanging his head slightly, "I didn't mean for it to come out like that.."
"It's alright," I said before standing up. "But we do need to go somewhere. Staying here behind the building will just make it even more easy for them to find us again."
"Let's go get disguises!" Adrian said. "That way they won't be able to recognize us!"
"Do we have enough money to get disguises?" Ardith asked.
There were a few moments of silence.
"I think we all know what needs to happen next.." Orin said quietly.
"Someone needs to go back inside and steal some money..." Ardith replied. We all looked at each other for a few moments.
"I'll do it," Adrian said, heading for the door. I went over a stopped him by placing my hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at me, confused.
"Let me do it," I said.
"Why? What if you get caught?" Adrian asked.
"I know my way around this place more than you do," I replied. "I've been taken to several more rooms than you have."
Adrian hesitated, looking into my eyes for a moment before sighing. "At least let me come with you."
"Fine," I said before looking at the others. "We'll be back."
"You better!" Orin said.
We nodded before waiting outside the EXIT door. The alarm had finally been shut off.