Tremor

"What... is... going... on?"

She was literally lifeless. Barely the hulk that she previously was before her capture and barely strong enough to even get out. She couldn't even tell what was going on inside the boxy room. Every week, her life was seemingly taken away from her ever so slowly, always attempting to put herself to sleep and ease her now weak muscles but every shock from what seemed like a machine behind her burned through her skin. Bringing her back to her eternal torment and suffrage as screams and moans echoed through the dark and dusty walls.

"Was it all because of my decision to follow her?"

She knows the reason why Lino's family was in this prison. Being the ruler of parts of country whose men decides to nearly destroy the earth isn't the rosiest of scenarios. But there should be officials with them at this point, why her and Shane? She merely assisted the group to prevent an end to a universe despite the potential consequences of damage to the other parts of the earth. Shouldn't they be still be part of their service? Why torture? She sighs. Unable to comprehend what was going on as she hear the stamping of footsteps and men grunting, their weapons clanking upon the muzzle with their boots echoing like a pack of wolves attempting an assault. Nearby, fire sprinklers and alarms were going crazy, blaring down the corridors with every drop. Echoing a nearby explosion which rattled the building. Tainting the rather dusty wasteland of blood.

It drip down upon her, a newfound welcome as her now coarse skin greeted every drop with welcoming arms, trickling down her skin like an alarm clock and flushing out the oatmeal which stained her mouth and her damp clothes for days. Her crack lips weren't so happy however, cursing wildly, attempting to tear itself apart into a bloodied mess. She looks behind. Watching the unstable machine fizzing wildly. Screaming at the sound of moisture with electricity bolts flashing before her widened eyes. She had to get out of her death trap.

She forcefully move her arms, trembling aggressively and scarred from a whip. Unwilling to continue living and cringing from each day's physical torture under rather stiff plastic cuffs. Unfeeling and unrelenting from a sense she had never felt in her life. It's hoe swinging about and waiting by the door. Toying about under the sprinklers in the dimly lit corridors. Awaiting her newfound fate.

"Think Sergio! Think!"

She closed her eyes, feeling her body as she spots an electrifying opening. At this moment, she wished she never have metal bending abilities. Each attempt shocking her inside. Her internals bleeding from her actions, aggressively take huge gulps of arid air that made her blood turn black. She had just damaged her lungs. Thinking for a second became a death sentence. She did not have time.

"Come on!"

She stretched herself, enduring every shock flowing through her veins. Popping every blood clot and losing energy to continue as she split the wiring, feeling a violent jolt. Her mouth bursting out, crackling blood out as she screamed, horrified at what she had just done, falling to the ground gracefully into the thin layers of water, turning it red as she choked, barely able to stand upright in her cell. She panted, staring through the reflection of the tinted window. Now empty and void of life. Her skin had been in tremendous pain. Burning red amongst scars and bruises. Her flesh barely seen amongst the intrusive bones on her shoulders and arms. She had no idea how her chest was like. It may be probably now a bag of bones. But amongst her ragged face, she could feel the weakening force of her power. Barely alive within her. Seemingly taken away by the machine. Barely able to contain itself in the sea of blood.

She ripped off the hastily inserted wires. Screaming from her wounds as she winced, barely able to watchblood spewing from her back, falling like the rain with her spine trembling. Unable to comprehend her actions and nearly stopping in her tracks, stiffened in pain from her aggressive infected wound. She couldn't tell how bad her wound was. But she is too tired to even bother. Stumbling to the ground with the machine eager to strike. Rubbing it's hands gleefully for it's next victim. Though through the electric humming of electronics breaking down, there seemed to be some sadness of it's victim escaping.

"What have they done to me..."

She limped, wandering uncomfortably to the door. Feeling the walls, her vision murky. Disoriented amongst the chaos with the doors greeting her with a burst of heat, tearing through her wet skin amongst the sprinkling cold waters and arid air. The corridors barely anything like her prison cell but a lab in a castle. Well maintained and completely void of humanity amongst red flashes. Slowly opening her world amongst crackling flames and puddles of red beginning to claim every centimetre of concrete.

"Wow. Back in a lab?"

She couldn't believe herself. Out of her prison of pain and into the light. Who knew it would be so easy as some mental shocks and physical breakdown? Sure, they said it was totally worth it. No wonder people who attempt to break out are planned cautiously. She could only pray at the moment that there weren't any guards about to shoot her on sight. Now barely able to stand on two feet and wander about just filled with bones. But at the moment, she is free to leave. She still wonders where the rest were, but nevertheless, she needs to hide somewhere. It was getting too dangerous to attempt to stay.

She moved slowly, wandering quietly through the flashes of red and black, ready to swallow her whole. Hoping this madness would end. Her world was spinning out of control and was too frail and hurt to fight back. She could only dream of home, where medical aid would be provided. If there was even a home for her. She opened up the doors, carefully walking across as she noticed men swarming ahead by a corridor towards a bright light. Completely unable to notice the escapee and seemingly distracted by fear. Scrambling for some sense of unity. She could only watch, seeing bullets amongst deathly screams and moans. Barely able to calm herself amongst the travesty of death's door.

An armed man wanders out, slowly crawling his way out, his legs cut crudely in half amongst a bloody trail despite their armour. He looks up, His voice crackling amongst his bruised, bloated cheeks and bloodied nose, rather terrified and slowly falling further into insanity as through his teary eyes, hoped for what he seemed was help. He knew the person he looked at was a criminal. But at times like these, he could only wish he wasn't enlisted to join prison duty.

"No!!! Please!!!" As he said that, she sees Shane arrive, coming in cold and stiff amongst the sparks of flame in her weird armored suit. Lifting the terrified man from his stead who frantically attempted to get away. It was rather unusual and terrifying to see. Especially someone she knew was her friend. Full of compassion and heart.

"I grant you a quick death!"

She watched in horror, every breath drastically increasing at the sight. Unable to stand her change in attitude as immediately stepped in.

"What is wrong with you?"

She choke out blood as she spoke, splattering all around her palm. But even this was nothing compared to her friend's sudden change.

"They did this to us! They must die!"

Shane attempted to aim at the saddened man. But the sight of her friend blocking her made her begin to back down as she began to pant. Although as Sergio began to judge her voice. She seemed over her head.

"THEY... MUST... DIE!..."

"But this doesn't make you any better than them! Stop! Shane I know the real you is in there!"

She shook her violently. The guard silently watched her nose beginning to bleed from the amount of strength she had to use as she watched the lady tear up. Tired from her constant torture over what she had done.

"I'm sorry... At least we are together..."

She watched Shane, full of blood and dreaded oatmeal stains, emotionless and torn apart from her innocence as they embraced, feeling each others wounds and reunite once again. A temperament of equal hearts and fears amongst the fiery backdrop, crackling and popping violently in the bright shadows

"What do we do now..."

Shane looks around, rather uncertain, her eyes lacking any feeling or empathy. Becoming a cold-blooded monster from the shadows, paranoid from their care and intensely emotional from their actions. She could barely breathe, unable to imagine the feeling of eternal darkness of concentration camps still plentiful around the world.

"We have to help them... they may be awful... but they don't deserve this kind of madness..."

They held each others hands, their bonds tighter than ever. Wandering slowly through dark red and night filled with shadows of a tragic past. Embracing their friendship and trauma once again. Listening to the screams which told a tragic past, barely known to the world. But to them, it was about time they knew what had happened... the true story...