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GreatWest
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Once they were back into the lab, the guards threw Cyra back to her old cell. She just stayed there, waiting. At some point, they had to remove that bracelet, it was the only thing preventing her to escape. But she needed to be patient.
The scientist, Samuel, came into the cell. He had a giant grin splattered on his face.
"Oh, my doll. Look at you... So pathETIC!" He landed an unexpected kick on her abdomen. Cyra curled up in a ball, trying to relieve the pain. Certainly, that had broken a rib. Samuel landed another kick to her side. Just a little more... He just had to get closer...
"You're the one pathetic. Using kids to do this... All of you are pathetic." Samuel grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head to face her.
"Shut up! I'm not the one chained right now, am I? I'm not the freak he-" Now. As he talked, Cyra butt headed his face. She could feel his nose breaking against her head. Getting on her feet, she kicked the scientist between his legs, making him fall in pain. With a kick, she buried his head on the floor, making him go unconscious. She searched for the key of the handcuff, finding in his back pocket. Now, the bracelet. It didn't have a key hole, so maybe it was controlled by a computer. She had to go to the Control Room. Stealthily, she got out of the cell. A hand on her broken rib. But before she could make it to the turn on the hall, a gunshot stopped her. Her side felt warm. Blood. A guard. Run. RUN!
Cyra tried to run as fast as she could, but the pain of her rib and the shot was too much. Eventually, she collapsed.
The scientist, Samuel, came into the cell. He had a giant grin splattered on his face.
"Oh, my doll. Look at you... So pathETIC!" He landed an unexpected kick on her abdomen. Cyra curled up in a ball, trying to relieve the pain. Certainly, that had broken a rib. Samuel landed another kick to her side. Just a little more... He just had to get closer...
"You're the one pathetic. Using kids to do this... All of you are pathetic." Samuel grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head to face her.
"Shut up! I'm not the one chained right now, am I? I'm not the freak he-" Now. As he talked, Cyra butt headed his face. She could feel his nose breaking against her head. Getting on her feet, she kicked the scientist between his legs, making him fall in pain. With a kick, she buried his head on the floor, making him go unconscious. She searched for the key of the handcuff, finding in his back pocket. Now, the bracelet. It didn't have a key hole, so maybe it was controlled by a computer. She had to go to the Control Room. Stealthily, she got out of the cell. A hand on her broken rib. But before she could make it to the turn on the hall, a gunshot stopped her. Her side felt warm. Blood. A guard. Run. RUN!
Cyra tried to run as fast as she could, but the pain of her rib and the shot was too much. Eventually, she collapsed.