Post by Sasha on Apr 10, 2007 15:41:23 GMT -5
She leaped to her feet, eyes wide, heart pounding. "They're coming!" she shrieked into the cold, still air. "They're coming, they're going to kill us, they're going to kill us!"
"Elizabeth--" a nurse poked her head into the room, but the woman was already running past the door at full speed, her shoulder ramming into the nurse's neck, her head snapping forward, body crumpling to the ground.
Elizabeth didn't stop.
Two guards appeared outside, their metal suits keeping rain off their skin. "Elizabeth!" one shouted, reaching for her wrist.
She screamed, backing away, hissing like a snake.
The other guard frowned, leaping at her and pinning the woman to the ground. The other held her legs to the earth, and the first guard held down her arms.
"Oh, be sure not to wake--" a doctor began to say, but the woman's loud scream sounded, and he sighed. The doctor came forward with a needle, and faces were appearing in windows.
Two women stood behind the four, shrouded in darkness.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about," one said, her voice light with a chuckling tone to it, the same tone it had even if she was angry.
The other stood silently, nodding.
"This is only our fifth resident, and despite this..." her voice wavered. "And despite this..."
The other one glanced over at her, eyebrows furrowing. "You expect me to finish the sentence?"
"I suppose."
"Opphie, do you think this was a stupid idea?"
"Sasha?" Opphie asked, lifting a brow, "is that you? Has someone--"
"Opphie and Sasha?" a voice whispered, and the two glanced down at Elizabeth, eyes widening. "The Opphie and Sasha?"
But before she could say anything more, the two were gone.
"Of course we fixed up the place," Opphie said angrily, leaning back in her chair, writing down a name and other information. "Of course. Of course. No, we don't use a stun gun. Mmhmm, mmhmm...no one has ever escaped. No, don't worry." She frowned. "Of course we use technology! What do you think we--oh. Well, we don't use a lot of technology...no, but just enough, ma'am. Send over the application, and we'll send back a street letter and the house phone number. Okay, okay, goodbye. Yes. Yes. Goodbye."
She slammed down the phone, rubbing her temples. "Lord..." she grumbled, narrowing her eyes. Opphie could never understand why the people cared so much for their convicts. Things had to be this way without too much of this, oh! but just enough this! Crazies are practically thrown into our arms... she thought, rolling her eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Elizabeth--" a nurse poked her head into the room, but the woman was already running past the door at full speed, her shoulder ramming into the nurse's neck, her head snapping forward, body crumpling to the ground.
Elizabeth didn't stop.
Two guards appeared outside, their metal suits keeping rain off their skin. "Elizabeth!" one shouted, reaching for her wrist.
She screamed, backing away, hissing like a snake.
The other guard frowned, leaping at her and pinning the woman to the ground. The other held her legs to the earth, and the first guard held down her arms.
"Oh, be sure not to wake--" a doctor began to say, but the woman's loud scream sounded, and he sighed. The doctor came forward with a needle, and faces were appearing in windows.
Two women stood behind the four, shrouded in darkness.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about," one said, her voice light with a chuckling tone to it, the same tone it had even if she was angry.
The other stood silently, nodding.
"This is only our fifth resident, and despite this..." her voice wavered. "And despite this..."
The other one glanced over at her, eyebrows furrowing. "You expect me to finish the sentence?"
"I suppose."
"Opphie, do you think this was a stupid idea?"
"Sasha?" Opphie asked, lifting a brow, "is that you? Has someone--"
"Opphie and Sasha?" a voice whispered, and the two glanced down at Elizabeth, eyes widening. "The Opphie and Sasha?"
But before she could say anything more, the two were gone.
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January 13, 2030
Life is more privileged, and technology is greater. However, the facility continues to run as if it was 2010.
January 13, 2030
Life is more privileged, and technology is greater. However, the facility continues to run as if it was 2010.
"Of course we fixed up the place," Opphie said angrily, leaning back in her chair, writing down a name and other information. "Of course. Of course. No, we don't use a stun gun. Mmhmm, mmhmm...no one has ever escaped. No, don't worry." She frowned. "Of course we use technology! What do you think we--oh. Well, we don't use a lot of technology...no, but just enough, ma'am. Send over the application, and we'll send back a street letter and the house phone number. Okay, okay, goodbye. Yes. Yes. Goodbye."
She slammed down the phone, rubbing her temples. "Lord..." she grumbled, narrowing her eyes. Opphie could never understand why the people cared so much for their convicts. Things had to be this way without too much of this, oh! but just enough this! Crazies are practically thrown into our arms... she thought, rolling her eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...