Ryuzaki129

A young lady about 18 years old was sent to the mental prison for eating and killing over one hundred and fifty people in the past four years. She had long pitch black hair that reached her feet, skin pale as white paper, her eyes white with no pupil in them. As if she had only the white part of the normal human eyes, as for her teeth. They were jaggered and could puncture several layers of skin. She had four scars across the left side of her face; it was one line and two jaggered ones either side of it. Her nose patched up, when she tried hitting one of the guards in the face.  In reaction the guard smacked in the nose making it break with a sudden crack and snap. She yelled and screamed for hours, wriggling and moving across the floor as the blood came pissing out of her nose. The nurse came in and it took five guards to keep her still. As the nurse tried to fix up her nose, it took two jabs of some sort of medicine that finally knocked her out. After the fourth needle went in her the two guards picked her up and moved to the surgery room. The doctor was already in the room, scrubbing up and getting read prior to the operation. He shook his head and snapped her nose into place. As if it was only just a minor injury and nothing more than that. He re-washed his hands and pulled on a pair of clean gloves. Her feet hung of the metal cold operating table. “She out grew the table” the doctor muttered to him shaking out the extended part of the operating table. The white cloth that was on her was ripped in two, he was going to repair her broken nose and insert something inside of her. She started to stir and wake up. The doctor quickly finished patching up her nose. Her long dark hair dangled over the top sides of the operating table.

Her face more visible and detectable than it was beforehand. A scapple knife sliced open the right side of her hip; blood rushed out and almost stained her skin. He cut a fifty six centimetre box and removed the pale toned flesh, as the two guards turned her on her left side.  He moved more parts of the hip, replacing with metal instead. The reason behind the transferring bone material was confidential and no other nurse or doctor was allowed to see them without the permission of the parents and the doctor. Several moments later, the transfer of the bone for metal was complete. He stitched up the wound and he put a large patch over it. White pants and shirt were given to the girl. When she had awakened, she felt dizzy and overwhelmed as she was put into a different cell. Her food rations arrived minutes later; it was a tray with Luke warm corn meat, cold left over porridge, half an egg and lettuce sandwich. She was given a water to drink in a medium sized foam cup. So she wouldn’t use it to kill herself. She ate it slowly savouring the taste of it, making it last longer and it made her feel as if she had more there for her to eat. “I have to stay here for six more years” she muttered to herself. Six more years of pain and agony, six more pain filled moments to go and she was in there since she was fifteen years old. She received electric shock therapy every night around six at night, she screamed and cried with every shock she was given. Every day was the same dull thing and nothing new had ever happened. The behaviour plan was tricky and hard to abide by.

She got up and slipped the empty tray through the slot. She heard the clatter and clump of the tray hitting numerous others. The trolley rolled towards the next door and she heard the clatter of another tray hitting the bottom of the two by four metre box with wheels on it. This trolley was fixed in with the network that was built into the system. In other words it was automatic and set to certain times. She frowned as the stranger; she heard the stranger’s footsteps get closer and closer. She could tell that it was a stranger because she could tell from the type of shoes the person was wearing. The person was wearing a four inched high platform heel shoes and they sounded way different to the squeak and the squelch of leather boots that were usually worn by the guards around the place. The sound got closer and closer, the sound of the person’s voice was obviously female since she could hear it from her own cell. The yelling and shouting got to her and she clamped her sweaty palms over her ears. By the screaming, shouting and yelling had stopped. The squeaks of the wheels going past her door, made her curious and she peered out the small gap. She saw at least fifteen to twenty dead bodies on the trolley. She gulped and chill shivered up her spine. “what are they going to do with those people? Those dead corpses, what are they for?” She questioned inside of her mind as she backed away from the door.

She slid down the wall and sat the far corner of the room. The padded walls gave her the extra comfort she needed and when the door swung open. The lady walked in, she had a lightly tanned skin, big huge brown eyes that looked as if it was just one instead, her hair was taken into a messy piggy tail and her fringe was taken back. So full view of her face was all there, she had curly bright red hair that made her look slightly more tanned than she actually was. She had black stockings and a light blue tacky dress that stuck onto her skin as if it was her second skin. Her bright pink, orange, blue, red and green bangles clattered against each other as she walked closer to the violent cannibal. “well it seems that your still wanted here alive” she whispered looking at the blank white eyes with a bright flash light, flashing it in each eye and she pulled out a needle. The needle was about ten to twelve centimetres long and two inches wide and she jabbed it into the cannibal’s right side of its neck, knocking her out in a matter of seconds. The lady dragged the girl out and placed her in one of the nearby wheel chairs. Wheeling her out of the mental hospital/ prison, dragging her into another white van and one of the guards made sure the back doors of the white van were locked. As the cannibalistic young adult woken up, she hit her head on the top of the van.

“what’s your name?” the lady asked looking at the small mirror and straight at the monstrous female. “my name is Samantha” it replied looking straight at the lady giving her a large chill up her spine. She pulled up at an old factory and it was rusted out, the rust had eaten away at most of the thin metal making it fall apart as the years went by. Samantha climbed out of the van now remembering her own name after four or five years. Her arms were about four foot and fourteen inches long, each of Samantha’s fingers was about four inches in length and Samantha’s legs were about six foot eighteen inches long. Her feet were an unknown size since they had to make custom shoes made for her. Since they were so big, the lady sighed and shook her head muttering “She grew an extra metre, maybe a foot higher than the last time I saw her” Samantha couldn’t stop growing even after she had turned eighteen that current year. “Well sit down and I’ll tell you why we are here” she said to Samantha having to look up at her. Samantha nodded and sat on the grassy field near the factory. “It is medically unfortunate that you can’t stop growing. Even if you are supposed to stop growing, by the age of eighteen and we’re testing things on you to make sure you stop growing and before you out grow the whole building” Samantha nodded and listened to the lady as she said the reason for her being here in the first place. “The dead bodies you have seen; are going to be used to form another creature and it’s something like you.  This is why we are hunting down mentally unstable criminals that were in there for over ten or twelve years. We are experimenting ways to get more knowledge from you and why you resorted to killing and eating human beings. The bones we have been taking from you are being imported to another being, the one we are creating and forming into another creature like yourself” she said walking back and forth on the spot. Samantha watched her as the lady walked back and forth in a figure eight formation. She eventually stopped her by slamming her big left hand in front of the lady forming an indent into the ground.

The lady stopped and fell onto the ground and looked up the semi giant looking Samantha. Then looked away again until she heard Samantha ask her “how are you supposed to fit the remaining parts of my bones into the other being now?” and Samantha had a point, her bones grew larger. This made it more difficult to transfer things over to one creature to another. What were they going to do since it would be next to impossible to do anymore changes at this currant state, Samantha was brought back to the mental hospital/ prison to take more of her bones. Replacing the bone with thick and thin metal, she was knocked out during this process and didn’t get to see what the other being had looked like.  

The title is telling the truth, I will start and they will be really sad and some will be really really weird. Well If you do want to use one or a few. You have to ask me cause I put all that time into these. I don't want any of them stolen from me. I value these cause I put a lot of work into them.

But if you really like them, I will write more up and put more on here. But I am going to put some of my stories on here too. SO judge me as much as you want cause. I really don't care what you think of them. I am not doing it cause I want attention or anything like that.

I am doing this because I want to and I just love writing stories, poems and songs. Oh if you want you can request for one. I will try to seek out some time to complete them. :3

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- madie