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mutate

♡mara♡
age nine

2005

Mara didn't get much sleep after what had happened, she couldn't help but wonder about Parker. Was he okay? Did he mutate, or did he die?

It could have only been a couple hours after they took Parker when the dim lights brightened, followed by the sound of the bell. This woke up mostly everyone immediately, besides one girl that had already been here before Mara had arrived.

At the sound of the door being unlocked, the others rose from their spots. Mara stayed where she was, knowing she was to wait for the man that she hated so much. Men filed in, taking the children one by one. One of the men harshly lifted the still sleeping girl from the floor, dragging her behind him as she screamed.

Then came in the man. Mara had no clue what his name could be, all she knew was that he was given instructions not to mark her. Mara couldn't help but think there was no point, she was already scarred more than most people. Mara had seen people with scars like hers that she had on her lip, but she had never seen someone with a scar on their neck like hers. So there was no point in not trying to mark up her skin, it wouldn't matter anyways.

He wasn't gentle when he took her hand, nearly making her float in the air for a moment as he lifted her. Roughly she landed on her feet, not given a second before he began to walk out of the room. The man wasn't speaking, which wasn't normal. He liked to taunt the girl, but he wasn't doing that today.

The silence he created was filled with the screams of the others. Some were worse than the others, but all of them were haunting. Mara was convinced that she would have nightmares filled with those screams for the rest of her life, as she had dreamt about them the few nights she had been here. She never escaped the sound.

The man brought Mara to a different place than usual, a secluded area. There were curtains here, tables hidden behind them. He put Mara on one of these tables, Mara not failing to notice the dried blood on it. As she sat there, the man closed the curtains, blocking Maras view of anything outside of the small room. It was just her and the man.

  She didn't struggle as he began to restrain her to the table, cuffing her feet along with her hands. Mara could feel her heartbeat increase as the moments passed, trying to think of what the man was going to do to her now.

As he cuffed her right hand, he paused. He lifted the hand to his face, examining it. This is what caused Mara to become really nervous. The skin of her hand was burnt raw, something the man had obviously noticed.

  "How did this happen?" He asked menacingly, looking down to the little girl beneath him. Mara didn't respond, angering the man. Grabbing ahold of her hand, he squeezed. Mara wanted to scream, she needed to scream. But she wouldn't, she couldn't. "I want you to answer me!"

His voice had risen, almost as loud as the screams. During her time here, Mara had noticed the man had become easily angered. It didn't help that she never gave him what he wanted, bringing only more pain to the girl.

  "You touched that boy, didn't you," It was more of a statement than it was a question. The man dropped her hand, cuffing it to the table just like he had the others. "If you're going to be a bad girl, then I will treat you like a bad girl."

*trigger warning*
 
Mara was confused as to why he began uncuffing her feet, but then her mind exploded into panic as he reached up for her shorts. She struggled as he pulled them down her legs, leaving her in only her dirty leotard.

Flashes of what Obidiah did to her came to her mind, causing her to only thrash around more. She had tried so hard to forget about Obidiah, and she had until now. Screams escaped her lips as the man ripped the leotard off her, the material so strong that it cut her as it was yanked roughly from her body.

Usually Mara was smart, she always knew what to do when she was put into hard situations. It was what she had been taught to do at the academy. But as panic began to flow through her body, her mind was useless. It was useless to try and fight against the metal cuffs that held her down, all she could do was kick her feet as harshly as she could.

The sound of his buckle being undone was enough for her to snap. Something changed, and all at once everything was different. She could feel everything inside her working, all of her veins, all of her organs. When the man touched Maras legs to restrain her, she felt everything he felt.

All of his memories flooded into her, all of his emotions, his thoughts. Mara felt every nerve and bone in his body, and then she had control. She was no longer the one being tortured, it was him.

He froze in his place, only his eyes able to move. Looking up to the tear stained face of the little girl, he knew something was wrong. When he began to feel pain he knew something was wrong.

Mara enjoyed the screams that left his lips, she enjoyed squishing every internal organ of his. She enjoyed killing him. Mara watched as the blood flowed from his mouth and nose, his eyes and ears.

Other men came in at the sound of another mans screams, all watching in horror as the man dropped dead to the ground, covered in blood. The only other person in the room was a little girl, only covered in a torn apart leotard.

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Im so shocked at how far this book has came. I started this back in August of 2018, so almost a year ago. At first it was just a spew of ideas and poorly written, but now I feel like it's come so much more than that. It shows how much my writing has improved. I know I'm not at 100k, but I feel like I'm pretty damn close. 69k? That's crazy, and totally not immaturely funny ;)

My highest ranks right now are:
#5 in Mutant
#2 in tonystarksdaughter

Thank you all so much!

Btw I'm looking for a new cover, so feel free to message me if you're willing to make one. I might decide to just keep the one I have now, so please don't feel hurt if I don't choose yours.