Sixty One | Restricted*

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*Emotional. 

Get your tissues ready.

Sixty One | Restricted*

This felt like the end.

The end of my story, the end of my fight.

All for nothing.

I was hand cuffed behind my back, a metal muzzle over my face.

I had been dragged into the elevator – traveling down past the floors and straight into the private sectors belonging to Maxwell. Once in the elevator, the guards left us – I felt more afraid alone than I did with them here. There was nothing I could do, there was no possible freedom in my future. The man, Pearson stood so calmly, so still beside me in the metal box it practically drove my sanity away.

"Tell me," he broke the silence, his cold eyes watching me carefully, "How do you feel? The virus inside you – it has a mind of its own? Do you both feel the same?"

I said nothing – I wouldn't dare give him such a satisfaction.

He sighed as if dealing with a child, "This resistance does nothing you know. You could be working with us, for the betterment of science. And yet you refuse to aid our efforts. It's a sad story, really it is."

A sad story...

I couldn't help but smile softly at such words – my entire life had been a sad story. I lived in a world where the dead feasted upon those they used to love, a world run by heartless monsters – alive and not. Any piece of happiness was destined to break.

Break into a sad story.

The elevator sounded as it came to a halt. The doors slid open revealing a metal and cement hall lit up with wall lights that stretched as far as the eye could see. Along the wall sat more doors than I could count.

I was in Maxwell's castle now, a castle meant to keep me in.

"Walk," Pearson ordered, gently pushing me forward, "Or I'll have to get a leash – neither of us want that. You are no animal, so don't act like such."

If I could bite him I would.

But instead, I stumbled forward and down the hall. My eyes flickered to the doors, as if I could memorize something that I could use to my advantage. And yet they all were identical metal doors. Six feet by two I would guess, made sturdy to keep monsters in. Or possibly out.

It took a few minutes to reach the end of the hall, and at the very end was a door much like the others. When I came to a stop, fear rose as I realized we had arrived right at Maxwell's door. I had ran all my life and now, now I was at his mercy.

Or lack of.

Pearson moved past me to knock twice at the door. Silence fell between us before the door had slid open. I peered inside – a simple room with painted white walls, a white carpeted floor. It was very bright inside, with a white couch and two white chairs across from it – this was the only furniture inside.

"Come on Ms. Erin Mira Brooks," Pearson commanded, "your creator awaits."

I snickered at that – truly Maxwell had taught his goons well.

With nowhere to go, I moved inside the room. Across the room I now noticed another metal door. A lump began to form in the back of my throat – I almost didn't catch Pearson gesturing for me to sit on the couch. I obeyed, despite the protest in my soul.

"He should be here any moment," Pearson hummed, sitting in one of the two chairs.

"He?" I echoed despite knowing.

"Maxwell," he replied, "You know, few get to meet him."

"What a pleasure," the words slipped from my lips on their own accord.

Pearson paused, his eyes just watching, "For some I suppose it is, it depends on what you decide to do with the situation. You destroyed this world and yet you also cured thirteen individuals. Gave them hope in their world, for this world. What will you do with that now Erin Mira?"

"I don't give a fuck about your world," I spat, growing angry.

He hummed, "And yet you should. It's your world too, after all."

The metal door in the room opened. My head whipped to the side to watch the action. My breath caught as panic rose inside me when he stepped through. He had grown, looking older now. With his light brown hair gelled back, he seemed to have grown a few inches too, wearing a white suit that matched Pearson. And yet those wild grey eyes that mocked my nightmares for years were the same.

And yet he dare smile in front of me, "Erin Brooks. It's been forever, hasn't it?"

I felt like a dove at the hands of an eagle. Silence was my only comfort – the only control I had now. For that, I stayed silent. This man would get nothing willingly from me. No, I vowed everything he wanted he'd take by force. And yet knowing this I would make sure it wasn't easy for him.

I would fight back.

He crossed the room, stalking me like a true predator, "How has your father been?"

"Jason Brooks died years ago," Pearson replied.

Shock filled my body – how had they known? Had someone betrayed me? Maybe Leon was right, was Sebastian a rat? Or maybe it had been Leon himself – he would do anything for his sister. Or maybe even Lisa, this had been her home.

The potential of betrayal was quick to rise inside of me, but I quickly pushed it away. I knew them – I trusted them. They wouldn't betray me, I didn't know how they figured out about my dad but it wasn't from my friends.

"You seem confused," Maxwell purred, as if he was enjoying this, "Thinking about who could have told us something so private? Who do you think would have done something like this? Perhaps Lisa Stewart – former sister of Junior? She came far, all the way from that pit made by Felix."

I said nothing, merely balling my fist behind my back. It was slowly sinking in that he had known all this time. He knew we were here, he knew our true identities and he knew everything about us. We had been seriously played – and it worried me how long had we been watched?

"Or one of the Piers siblings? They certainly are very close. Leon works for me in return for her protection after all. Or how about Sebastian Wolf?" he continued, moving to play with a strand of my hair, his eyes alit with a sinister glow, "I must admit he was always such a wild card. Being so good and then running away one day. Not that I expected anything better from the dog. What did surprise me is he came back with those herbs. How did you manage that?"

Again I said nothing.

He sighed, moving to unclick my muzzle. Pearson coughed, "Is that wise sir?"

Maxwell paused, his eyes turning lethal, "You are excused now. Set up room one, we will meet you there in a moments time."

"Yes sir," Pearson replied moving swiftly out of the room.

Once the door had closed, Maxwell freed my face. Instantly I moved forward, the virus in my veins aching to kill him. Red clouded my vision as rage filled me. For the family he took from me, for the friends I lost. For those I loved that he hurt. Tears dripped down my face.

He didn't deserve to live.

With a speed faster than my own his hand shot out. Grabbing my throat and forcing me back. I gasped on a lack of air. Panic filled me as I realized how strong he was – it was unnatural. For a moment his eyes seemed to glow as he stared down at me.

"Out of all the test subjects," he hissed, "Why did you bond with the virus? All of them turn into mindless monsters in hours but not you. What made you so special Erin? What did your father accomplish that I could not? I am more the scientist he ever was."

I laughed before wheezing, "Y-You'll n-never be the man he w-w-was."

He let me go instantly, crossing his arms over his chest as if to re-compose himself, "And yet he decided to run from his problems. Taking the source of our life's work with him. He was a coward."

I gritted my teeth to keep from responding because I knew it wasn't true. At the end of the day my dad did fuck up – he helped destroy our world but he did it for me. He destroyed the world trying to save his daughter from cancer. It didn't matter if others called him a coward, because he'd always be the greatest dad to me.

He was my hero, it may be selfish but I wouldn't want him to be anyone else's.

"Yes, save your strength," he chuckled, "Because by the time I am done figuring out what makes you tic you will be begging for death. Don't die so easily like Jason though, give me a good fight."

"What?" I whispered my eyes widening as his words fell into place.

He smiled, "Silly little girl, do you think your father could hide you from us – from me? He made the choice to choose you over your mother, then he made the choice to sacrifice himself to allow you to escape. I must admit we had a harder time finding you then. Everything since that day you walked into our office until now was watched. Your little friend – Cerci – she died for it and now you'll discover what happens when you try to escape. Sebastian Wolf will be put to death for his aggression – as dogs who bite the hand that feeds them should, Leon will be in jailed, his sister will find the guards becoming much more unfriendly, and finally Lisa will become a personal cleaner for General Finch."

Something broke inside me.

Let go she whispered in the back of my mind, wanting me to fade away with her. A sob escaped my lips as I felt my fight dissolve like bones to acid. My face fell as I cried, my tears dropping onto the floor. Maxwell watched me cry before pulling my face up by my hair. I could only whimper, "P-Please. Don't."

Let go, she was more persistent, panicked now.

"But," he drawled out, "If you comply, you have my word they will be banished from my home but on good terms. I will also throw in a car and supplies for a week. All you have to do is be good. You will no longer be Erin Mira Brooks but subject zero as intended."

"O-ok," I whispered, my heart aching.

Let go!

His smile exposed his teeth, "And what is your name?"

I took a soft breath, "S-Subject Zero."

"Good girl."

LET GO!

For once, I listened to the monster in my head. 


I'm sorry! 

But one must break completely before one can be rebuilt. 

Final chapter of SEASON TWO is approaching! 

(Hopefully before 2020 but the Holidays are always wild lol) 


SEASON THREE WILL BE BACK IN MARCH!


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