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Delilah opened her eyes and looked around; she fell asleep. She gasped and quickly searched herself, then when she felt her phone was still with her, she sighed in relief and quickly went to hide it in the plushy. When the phone was hidden, she walked towards the door and unlocked it, opening it she stepped outside while looking down and then she fell. She screamed as she fell into the dark abyss.
She closed her eyes and stopped screaming, waiting for the impact to come. But when she hit something, she bounced off the floor and then off the walls until the law of physics did its job, making her stop bouncing. She groaned and looked up. She was in the basement...
She quickly stood up and looked around the dark corridor. Her breath shuddered as she suddenly felt so cold. She walked away from the stone cells and continued to walk. "This is just a nightmare...it's not real," Delilah said. When she turned a corner, everything was suddenly white.
Flinching she covered her eyes and blinked a couple of times. "What the hell?" She said looking around. It was the secret laboratory hidden under. She then hid behind a wall, as she watched some of the workers walk as they chatted. She couldn't understand what they were saying. Then she shivered when she saw someone phase through her. She looked at the back of the person and it was Dr. Richy. She looked down at her hands and then up. Slowly walking towards them.
She walked in further and saw that she was in a testing chamber. She looked around and saw the scientist around her. Unaware of the shadow following and watching her.
One particular doctor stood out. She can never forget her face...There she was. Slightly pale, dark brown hair up in a messy bun, dark brown eyes hidden behind round lenses. She wore a white blouse, a short black pencil skirt, and black converse. And the iron bracelets that were embedded in her wrists. She remembers what she told her when she asked.
'Chains are used to contain monsters, and sometimes...innocents people.' She said that with a smile that sent shivers down her spine. Still does, she could remember those dull eyes watching her. Studying her.
Shrugging off the thought, Delilah walked closer to see what they were doing. Dr. 67...that's what they called her; she hid her ID card in her -breast- lab coat.
"Bring out the test subject," Dr. 67 said as she stood in front of a huge glass that separated them from the inside testing chamber. Two people in a white hazmat suit dragged in someone who was struggling, he was chained both wrists and ankles and a metal collar was around his neck and mouth. Delilah gasped and ran towards the glass and slapped it. "DEAN!" she screamed in shock, eyes widened as she slapped the glass again, ignoring the stinging sensation. "DEAN! DEAN! LET GO OF HIM YOU MONSTERS!" She shouted slapping the glass.
Delilah looked around frantically searching for anything to enter, but to no avail, she stood in front of the glass as she stared at Dean who was chained down to his knees, like some animal. The hazmat people stood next to the door and held guns, aiming at Dean.
Dr. 67 then pressed a button and spoke to the mic. "Hello, Dean. Long time no see, did ya miss me?"
Dean groaned and tugged at the chains, as he glared at Dr. 67. Who smiled and nodded toward one of the workers. "Keep the mic on," they nodded and clicked on a few buttons. Dr. 67 phased through the machinery and glass and towards the testing chamber. She then lifted Dean's head and made it look towards Delilah.
"Looky here, Dean...We have a little visitor, isn't that sweet?" Dr. 67 said as she looked directly at Delilah, who gasped and flinched back, Dean's eyes widened in shock as he tried to thrash around. Delilah slowly backed away, as she noticed all the workers now staring at her. "W-What..." she mumbled. She closed her eyes and hugged herself. "This is just a dream...It's not real,"