They all slowly drifted into sweet, deep slumber. The drugs in the drink was slowly taking effect. That was the purpose of instructing them to keep lying there. The room was slowly cleaned. A long line of ladies walked in and cleared the cups while others the head.
"Did you have to kill so many of them?" A lady in white leather asked the man who had massacred the kids.
"We both know, they weren't gonna survive." He replied coldly sure of his words.
"So how are they? Anyone with potential." She changed the topic.
"Yeah. They're better than last times bunch." He remembered Devon's cold gaze and smirked.
"So there is someone with great potential here." She concluded cheerfully.
"Why would you think that?"
"The smirk on your face says it all. Where is he?"
"It's not a he. It's a she." The room immediately grew silent. All the workers exchanged knowing glances. A female with potential. They only knew one and she was terrifying. Like they say, the most dangerous thing than a broken man is a nasty woman. Potential in the man's world meant merciless killer. All who survived were to be turned into warriors but a potential candidate meant forging a killing machine,if they survived.
Even though the drink brought death, most weren't as violent as throwing up all your insides. It was a slow, painless death. A sleep they would never awaken from.
"Where is she?" The female finally managed to ask.
"Black hair between the two red heads." He stated plainly.
She slowly approached the girl. Everyone gave way as she touched her head. She slowly pushed her hair back seeing her beautiful, peaceful face. There were very minimal chances she would wake up anytime soon but she still treaded carefully. Her head was slowly lifted and with the other hand the other hand opened her left eye slightly. She noted the gleam in her deep blue eyes. There's something wrong with her. The gleam didn't seem right to her. Even though it was evidence that the the drink was working, they couldn't be too sure. She was slowly lowered to her initial position and let to rest.
"That will only be possible if she survived." She finally commented and everyone went back to cleaning.
An hour and a half later, one by one, they slowly arose. For most it was just dreamless, peaceful sleep but a few like the brunette,it had some bumps on the way. She dreamt. She was in a dark void. Filled with thick, black fog around her. It was so thick she couldn't see more than two steps ahead. She had had similar dreams before. And in all of them, she always heard strange noises but always woke up before she could figure out what they were. And today was no difference. She heard those growling again.
"Hello. Why don't you show yourself for once?" She gave it a new approach.
If I can't find you,then you find me.
She felt the air change around and she knew it had found her.
She only had a glimpse of it before she woke up. She was the first to get up. She looked around in shock. Everything was spotless. There were no cups around, no blood dripping to the floor, the heads had disappeared, the bodies were nowhere in sight. The men lined up in the room quietly watching over them was what surprised her the most. They were calmly looking at them, just standing there as if waiting orders.
"Right this way." The man behind her said and she just nodded in response. The look in her eyes changed. They looked almost primal.
Greg was the first to wake up of the four. He first looked at how peaceful the girls were. He was glad, he'd made it out and he was sure they would too. But everything wasn't so smooth for Devon. She also had a dream. She was in a dark ,empty,cold void. Then, she heard it. Whispers. Many inaudible whispers. She followed the sound carefully. She had very vivid dreams, but nothing felt as real as this.
She kept walking deeper into the abyss. She wondered how long it would be before she reached her destination. The whispers grew louder into audible murmurs. She listened in. It sounded like two people talking.
"We love you." A male voice comforted.
"We will always love you." A female voice added. She didn't understand where this voices came from but they struck a chord deep within. Her heart began to ache. A deep longing surged through her. The murmurs grew louder turning into shouts. There was screaming and sounds of blades and fire. It was too loud and it made her head hurt. In the outside world, she had involuntarily clenched her hands and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
The man behind her saw this.
"Sir, there's something wrong here." He called out worriedly.
" What seems to be the problem?" The man who had forced them to drink wondered.
"There's something wrong with her,sir." He explained.
He looked at her and see understood what he meant. She isn't supposed to physically move if she hasn't woken up.
" She's having a nightmare." He exclaimed.
They all watched her with wandering eyes. He secretly hoped she would make it.
On the outside all eyes were on her but in her dream she was all alone and in great pain. She finally had enough of covering her ears. Of hearing the screams and horrible cries. The clanging of metal, shredding of meat. It was all unbearable.
"Enough!" She heard herself shout and everything was quiet.
She was panting for some unknown reason to her. She kept walking and then she heard dying whispers.
"Take care,my dear. Goodbye Aurora." The female voice said again.
She immediately woke up. Her blue eyes darted, from corner to corner before her nerves eased. She sighed then realized there were fewer people left on the table. If her calculation was correct,there were about ten cells on each side making twenty, and each cell had four people making eighty. Ten were murdered and five vomited their guts out. Three just collapsed leaving sixty two. But now they were less than twenty five.
They were still asleep and she figured they would take away all those who awoke. What bothered her most was all the onlookers. So many eyes were on her and yet she didn't feel threatened. She looked at them until she found the man she was looking for.
"What next?" She asked and he grinned. Two points for Devon, zero for bad guys.