allitersonance
Banned
The room was a large square prism and made of dirty cement. Though mostly flat, the floor showed signs of wear, and there were marks of transmutations in a few patches on the floor and walls. If one looked closely, a few flecks of long-dried blood, too high for anyone to easily reach, decorated the walls. There was an old, cracked wooden door in one wall, currently closed. A grate in the ceiling, just by the door, permitted all occupants to breathe indefinitely, and three bare light bulbs hung from the ceiling, giving the room a harsh glow, particularly on the side opposite the door. The most noticeable feature, though, was a row of steel columns running from the ceiling to the floor, splitting the room unevenly, and thinner rows of metal linking them.
The door to the cell itself was kept closed by a chain and lock, but there was no lock to the door itself. This was because the place the lock had been was now fused to the door frame.
Ten unconscious humans, all seeming to be in their late teens or early twenties, lay on the floor of the cell. On the other side of the bars, seven people watched: a doctor, wearing a bloodstained lab coat, and three soldiers on each side behind him. Two soldiers stood straighter than the bars themselves, both armed with rifles.
"When are they going to wake up?" a soldier asked. "It's already been two hours." Despite his impatience, he didn't move his eyes from the contents of the cell, though he did slouch more than his companions.
"It was half an hour," a second soldier said. "We came thirty minutes early."
"Silence," the doctor said.
They stopped talking, though the first's foot tapped impatiently on the floor, and his fingers drummed against his leg. He let out a loud breath through his nose. His inhale was quieter, but he exhaled just as loudly through his teeth. He repeated his impatient breaths.
"I will shoot you," the second soldier said. The first made an irritated sound at the back of his throat, but stilled and remained quiet.
They continued to wait, until one finally stirred. The first soldier's eyes immediately darted to her, relief evident on his face. The culprit was a young woman with long brown hair, dressed in a t-shirt and blue pants. She rolled onto her stomach, but caught herself with an arm. Her eyes opened, and she blinked blearily twice.
Morgan's thinking was still fuzzy. She didn't think that was due to painkillers, since her shoulder and back were rather sore. Besides, she'd been passed out on the stone floor.
In a... jail cell? It wasn't like any jail cell she'd seen when touring a local prison, since those had been for one person and this one looked like it might be for a lot more than that. Except it lacked beds, while even holding cells had those. Morgan wondered if this was what hell was supposed to be like, since she wasn't aware of having committed any crimes, and she was supposed to be dead.
She looked up, rubbing her forehead, and her heart sank when she saw a grinning doctor wearing a white lab coat. There were three Amestrian soldiers lined up on each side behind him. That was not good. Also, creepy. More importantly, though...
Hunger foodmeat killprey?
... her stomach was growling, and now she could understand it.
Killmeat, her mind insisted. Preymeat.
Okay, maybe not. She'd been told that snipers could snap sometimes, more easily than other soldiers on the front lines. That was probably it.
"Did I go on a killing spree?" she asked, thinking that sounded like a logical conclusion, though insanity was not conducive to logic. Her voice came out more quietly than she'd expected, so she cleared her throat and spoke louder. "It was probably something in my head. It's still there."
One of the soldiers shifted, but - was that her imagination? - the adjacent soldier's leg lashed out and hit his ankle.
"Oh, God," she said, with a flash of something that felt like revelation. "I didn't eat anyone, did I?"
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The door to the cell itself was kept closed by a chain and lock, but there was no lock to the door itself. This was because the place the lock had been was now fused to the door frame.
Ten unconscious humans, all seeming to be in their late teens or early twenties, lay on the floor of the cell. On the other side of the bars, seven people watched: a doctor, wearing a bloodstained lab coat, and three soldiers on each side behind him. Two soldiers stood straighter than the bars themselves, both armed with rifles.
"When are they going to wake up?" a soldier asked. "It's already been two hours." Despite his impatience, he didn't move his eyes from the contents of the cell, though he did slouch more than his companions.
"It was half an hour," a second soldier said. "We came thirty minutes early."
"Silence," the doctor said.
They stopped talking, though the first's foot tapped impatiently on the floor, and his fingers drummed against his leg. He let out a loud breath through his nose. His inhale was quieter, but he exhaled just as loudly through his teeth. He repeated his impatient breaths.
"I will shoot you," the second soldier said. The first made an irritated sound at the back of his throat, but stilled and remained quiet.
They continued to wait, until one finally stirred. The first soldier's eyes immediately darted to her, relief evident on his face. The culprit was a young woman with long brown hair, dressed in a t-shirt and blue pants. She rolled onto her stomach, but caught herself with an arm. Her eyes opened, and she blinked blearily twice.
Morgan's thinking was still fuzzy. She didn't think that was due to painkillers, since her shoulder and back were rather sore. Besides, she'd been passed out on the stone floor.
In a... jail cell? It wasn't like any jail cell she'd seen when touring a local prison, since those had been for one person and this one looked like it might be for a lot more than that. Except it lacked beds, while even holding cells had those. Morgan wondered if this was what hell was supposed to be like, since she wasn't aware of having committed any crimes, and she was supposed to be dead.
She looked up, rubbing her forehead, and her heart sank when she saw a grinning doctor wearing a white lab coat. There were three Amestrian soldiers lined up on each side behind him. That was not good. Also, creepy. More importantly, though...
Hunger foodmeat killprey?
... her stomach was growling, and now she could understand it.
Killmeat, her mind insisted. Preymeat.
Okay, maybe not. She'd been told that snipers could snap sometimes, more easily than other soldiers on the front lines. That was probably it.
"Did I go on a killing spree?" she asked, thinking that sounded like a logical conclusion, though insanity was not conducive to logic. Her voice came out more quietly than she'd expected, so she cleared her throat and spoke louder. "It was probably something in my head. It's still there."
One of the soldiers shifted, but - was that her imagination? - the adjacent soldier's leg lashed out and hit his ankle.
"Oh, God," she said, with a flash of something that felt like revelation. "I didn't eat anyone, did I?"
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