---- Wh...
what is that Syra? I hear- it - Tgnore it.
I manage to peer up at my cell neighbour and Syra was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed.noveldrama
That's her favourite pose.
She even sleeps in high alert.
Why...
someone is there.
I am sure- Tts not a someone.
Its a ghost of a beast that once lived here.
A ghost? She nods.
The biggest failed experiment of these doctors till date.
She was called Siren 999.
Failed-? Yes.
You see all the monsters here? No matter the percentage of transition they can still shift into humans.
But that one? It was like it was defected.
It changed into a monster no one had ever witnessed ---- eee before.
Tt was too dangerous to be left to live so they killed it...
however it was subjected to extreme torture and it died a merciless death.
People say her ghost still haunts the lower chambers of the cells.
I blankly stare at Syra....
Unable to believe that even something like this was possible.
The poor being.
Its soul never found salvation.
Its still said to be stuck in the castles lower dungeon for years.
No one ever visits that place Its like a curse.
And every night? People still hear its cries to be released.
Tts death must be really disturbing.
These people....
Sometimes they are really evil.
She completes with a long sigh, and her eyes finally meet mine.
Indeed these people are evil.
That person must have a family...it longs to return to.
---- ee People it loves.
Yet it got trapped here and made into a monster.
Even after death...
It didn't find peace.
It was left on the edge of life and death.
We continue to stare for a few seconds when I ask her the most dreaded question.
How...
how long does the test 1 last.
How long...
I...
Ihave to bear this.
Her eyes steer to the lines she has drawn on the stone walls and she shakes her head to look at me in dismay.
A week has passed since the day they started.
You survived it so it means...
She completes her sentence begrudgingly.
Her eyes avoid mine They can come here any minute to take you for the second test.
My revolting stomach twists further and dread settles in my chest.
This...
this may be the last time I will be talking to her or even seeing her.
---- eee = This may be the last time I am in this cell I...
I may die in this experiment.
In this test 2.
As the realisation hits me I push up my aching body and crawl to the little stone bed in the centre.
Looking back, ensuring no guards were watching, I tug out my old worn out bag Where did you got that- Shhh! I silence her as she grabs the iron rods between our cells and leans closer to stare at my bag.
Few days back I found it...
discarded in a bun with old torn clothes.
I sneaked...
it in.
Tt's yours? Tnod.
Opening it, I stare at the only contents remaining in it and my heart bleeds.
Struggling to keep the tears in, I slowly pull out the nylon fabric crumbled together.