A water filled room, white and barren, in that room lay a lithe girl, with curly brown hair and a stained white hospital gown. The gown stained with droplets of blood, and as well as substances of odd shades, colors appearing to be indigo and violet. Glittering reflections of light made the water seem almost a clear color, however the blue and crystalline colors shone through. The girl slowly opened her eyes, brilliant blue glazed eyes gazed into the water. A shrill scream was released and ripples were made into the water, her eyes began to widen in fear.

The moment her nails began to claw at her throat, the sudden realization that her body was unfazed by the liquid surrounding her. She was able to breathe normally, her body feeling listless in the water. Her pulse slowly began to drop to a normal rhythm. The girl’s eyes slowly began to scan the room. There was the bed in which she floated upon, however she finally noticed the single chain on her left leg that kept her tied down to it. Hands reached out for the chain and began to pull, furiously trying to release her from her newly discovered prison bed.

A small knock reverberated through the water, her eyes quickly flicked over to the steel door to her left. A small distorted face could be seen behind the glass, a woman with short black hair, cut in the style of a bob. Her face was distorted into a twisted grin, a large amount of her teeth were shining through her pale lips. Suddenly all of the water began to surge towards a drain that opened up from the pale white tiles of the room. The girl suddenly fell onto the bed below her, her lower back being given a sharp stab of pain. The steel door opened.

The woman entered, a long white lab coat enveloping her body, she wore a dark blue blouse, tucked into a tight pencil skirt. Her hands were tapping an irregular beat on the small clipboard she grasped in both hands, her knuckles white atop the clipboard.

“Hello, dearie. How are we feeling today, hmm? Still having trouble getting used to the water treatment?” her raspy voice echoed in the empty room. The eyes of the girl glared daggers at the poised woman before her, then her body lunged at the woman.

The woman stepped back nonchalantly, but suddenly an electric shock flew from the metal of the chain around the girl’s leg, making a shrill scream release from her throat.

“Now Naomi, what have we learned about trying to hug me. Hm? Maybe I should give you some unpleasant dreams again as your punishment. I know how much you love living through your nightmares in here.” Her twisted grin returned as her tapping slowly progressed to following the tempo of a high speed car chase. “But that is not what I’m here for today, you’re getting a new friend.”

Naomi looked up, a panicked feral ferocity shining in her blue eyes, her hair was now in disarray due to her sudden movements from the shock she received through the chain. Her mind began to race with thoughts of how she could use the clipboard to murder the woman standing in front of her, using the clipboard as a sharp tool to slit her throat, was one of those ideas.

“Landen, bring in Subject 593.” Her eyes sparkled slightly as a young man dragged in someone with the strangest hair Naomi had ever seen. 

Handcuffed, and beaten to a pulp, was a man, older than Naomi, with the palest beautiful silver hair she had ever seen. Naomi had seen silvered haired people in her nightmares, they took the forms of Vampires who were feeding off of her. The thought of it made her skin crawl. When the man brought his head up, Naomi could see his deep crimson eyes.

“You see that Naomi? His eyes are the most beautiful shade of red, it gives me beautiful memories of the blood you were spilling when we were having fun the other day. It gives me the chills remembering the splendid time we shared.” Her hands went to running up and down her arms, her gaze coming back to Naomi, her voice stuck in a calm tone.

“Maybe we’ll get to have more fun soon, Naomi dearest,” her face contorted back to a stoic expression, “Landen, chain the Subject to the end of Naomi’s bed. Maybe they’ll be able to make friends while he’s here.”

The woman stepped out of the room, whilst the man was being chained by one of his wrists to the end bedframe, Naomi backed closer towards the wall. His body lay limp as Landen, one of the woman’s helpers, finished his duties with a solid kick to the man’s chest. Naomi growled at Landen as he hastily retreated afterwards.

Curling up into a small ball, Naomi began to study the man now attached to her bed frame. His silver hair was disheveled, and was stained with dark streaks of blood. Her eyes began to study him further, noticing the subtle definition of his muscles, as well as all the scars and cuts that riddled his skin. Her hands began to fidget with anticipation as she studied him further, for Naomi, she had never been so close to another living person in so long. She was both frightened and curious.

A small whimper released itself from his mouth, Naomi’s entire body stiffened as the man stirred beside her. Instincts screamed at her muscles to lunge or to simply flee, but the knowing chill of the metal around her ankle reminded her how she could not flee; no matter how hard she tried to escape she’d either be injected with nightmares or shocked until she could feel nothing. His head lulled from side to side as he woke up, his legs moving in an attempt to stand. Finally, his crimson eyes shone in the fluorescent light.

Naomi quickly covered her eyes, as the woman told her he could control blood with a simple gaze.

“I won’t hurt you…” a husky voiced called out, soft, yet powerful.