When I awake I find myself strapped to an icy cold metal table. I struggle for a few seconds before flopping back down with an exasperated sigh. I give myself two minutes before I start yanking at the straps again. Red burns bloom across my wrists, elbows, thighs, and ankles. But I'm not yet done.
I grit my teeth and all at once push forcefully against the straps with my whole body. I hear the tiniest tear from the strap around my midsection. Success.
"You just don't give up, do you?" A teenage voice comes through the shadows to my left.
"What's it to you?" I retort back, a little pissed off at this point.
It sighs, whether at my stubborn attempts to break free or my sarcastic tone, I'm not sure. It steps forward into the light, arms crossed, expression passive.
"YOU AGAIN?" I nearly scream at him, straining against my restraints to get to his neck. "I ought to kill you!"
"What good would that do you?" He asks, emerald eyes glinting.
"Well, for one thing, I could relieve some stress and get revenge for all those injections you gave me!"
"Those were to ease the pain, stupid." He shakes his head. "You just don't get it."
"Don't call me stupid! You, you--butthead!" I'm at a loss for words and fall back on elementary insults.
He quirks an eyebrow at this. "Butthead? Christ, I haven't heard that one in a long, long time."
I roll my eyes dramatically. How long can it be? He only looks about 18 or 19.
A smirk slides across his face. "I'm much older than that, contrary to my appearance."
"How old are you then?" Creep keeps reading my thoughts. I'll kill him for sure.
"Nearly eighty years old," he responds flatly, letting it sink in.
That stops me. Where are the wrinkles? The grey hair? The cane?
"We don't age." Another flat response.
"Pshhh," I scoff. That's ridiculous! He's totally fucking with me right now. No aging? What is he, some kind of vampire? Bullshit.
He draws a hand through his hair and I watch the strands flip back into place, perfectly in line.
"You're extremely irritating, you know that?"
I grin. One point for me. "I know."
I grit my teeth and all at once push forcefully against the straps with my whole body. I hear the tiniest tear from the strap around my midsection. Success.
"You just don't give up, do you?" A teenage voice comes through the shadows to my left.
"What's it to you?" I retort back, a little pissed off at this point.
It sighs, whether at my stubborn attempts to break free or my sarcastic tone, I'm not sure. It steps forward into the light, arms crossed, expression passive.
"YOU AGAIN?" I nearly scream at him, straining against my restraints to get to his neck. "I ought to kill you!"
"What good would that do you?" He asks, emerald eyes glinting.
"Well, for one thing, I could relieve some stress and get revenge for all those injections you gave me!"
"Those were to ease the pain, stupid." He shakes his head. "You just don't get it."
"Don't call me stupid! You, you--butthead!" I'm at a loss for words and fall back on elementary insults.
He quirks an eyebrow at this. "Butthead? Christ, I haven't heard that one in a long, long time."
I roll my eyes dramatically. How long can it be? He only looks about 18 or 19.
A smirk slides across his face. "I'm much older than that, contrary to my appearance."
"How old are you then?" Creep keeps reading my thoughts. I'll kill him for sure.
"Nearly eighty years old," he responds flatly, letting it sink in.
That stops me. Where are the wrinkles? The grey hair? The cane?
"We don't age." Another flat response.
"Pshhh," I scoff. That's ridiculous! He's totally fucking with me right now. No aging? What is he, some kind of vampire? Bullshit.
He draws a hand through his hair and I watch the strands flip back into place, perfectly in line.
"You're extremely irritating, you know that?"
I grin. One point for me. "I know."
