|Week Seven, Part Thirty-Four
||[Feb. 20th, 2011|09:46 pm]
"No," Ilya began to back away, but felt herself collide against Darius' hard body under his greyish, tweed coat. She looked to him almost automatically, finding a hint of repentance in his almost expressionless face.
"Don't worry, girlie, it will only sting a little," Evan's voice was raspy. He handed her an thin, long, white nightgown and motioned to a corner of the room where a shabby divider was set up. "You need to change into this. Our machines are quite high tech, but not as advanced as the neighbouring cities."
As Ilya reluctantly made her way to the divider, she heard him complain about how the money for the polished streets would have been better spent on his lab, as well as the rustling of Darius' hair as he nodded in agreeance.
Ilya checked the pockets of her clothes, finding two pens, her house keys, wallet, and the chip she had thrown up earlier. Although her keys and wallet were important, she thought of the chip having answers as to what was going on. Unzipping her left boot, she placed the chip at the heel before wearing it again. She stepped out into the room.
"What took you so long, girlie? It's only an x-ray." Evan crackled as he unbuckled the restraints on the steel slab. "Now lie down."
"What are you looking for?" Ilya asked nervously.
"Just stuff. Now lie down."
"I want to kno--"
"Lie down!" Evan yelled at her angrily.
Trembling, Ilya began to hoist herself onto the steel bed when Darius held out a hand to aid her. She took his hand and obediently laid on the slab motionless.
"That's a good girlie." Evan attached a few wires to her temples as Darius tightened the restraints to a comfortable tightness.
Ilya knew this couldn't be just an x-ray with these wires, but fear kept her from inquiring more information.
Evan handed Darius a pair of goggles, strapping one on his head. "We're about to begin. Close your eyes, girlie." With those words, he pressed his hand against the hand print on the touch-sensitive screen.
Ilya screamed having felt indescribable pain. If words could be put to the pain she felt, it was a mixture the fear of billions of people on the brink of a world being, literally, ripped apart, as well as the physical pain of half of that world being toasted alive by the firey explosion of the sun.
Once all the air in her lungs was spent by her yell, Ilya passed out.
Note, I did 40 minutes today, as I kept missing the past few times I was suppose to post. Hehehehe...