My piano lessons were coming along nicely, I've really gotten the hang of playing. And then Viper came and picked me up.
Right now, we're sailing towards some spring island that's supposed to have the weirdest plant life you've ever seen. That's what everyone says, at least.
Maybe I can slip past whoever is guarding me and steal a boat somewhere. Hopefully it's Big Fella, he's fat and slow and can't outrun me. I don't think Viper would be that stupid though. This would make it escape attempt number 9.
The tests have actually decreased in number, thank God too, because they were starting to be more and more sickening.
While they still do physical tests, most of them now are psychological. They locked me in a room with nothing but white walls and there was a puppy in the middle. There was a dagger on the floor next to it and they told me I had to kill him to leave the room.
The poor thing looked malnourished and beaten. All he did was lay on the floor meekly, curling into himself when I came closer.
I threw the dagger to the other side of the room and held the little thing in my arms. From the looks of it, he wouldn't last very long anyway. I decided to just lay there until he died naturally.
I guess the scientists didn't like that, because they sent someone bursting into the room. He was obviously a doctor, judging by the scrubs he wore, but he held a gun in his hand. He ripped me away from the puppy and, without any hesitation, shot it in the head.
I yelled and yelled at him as to why he shot it, why he killed it, why he didn't just let it die naturally, why I had to kill it in the first place! He only looked at me sternly and said this.
"Things live and die. It is the nature of this world. It is up to us to decide whether they should pass when it is their time or end their miserable suffering. You'll have to make tough choices in the future, Summer, so you'd better start preparing yourself for them."
Then he left and I cried in the corner for a long time.
We landed on the island and sure enough, the plants are ridiculous! None of the trees are green, the grass is freakin' blue, most of the fruits here have the wrong colors (oranges are now red), and I'm stuck with Viper himself as my escort.
Scratch my escape attempt today. He won't even let go of my arm, let alone keep his eyes off me. I get this chill up my spine no matter what I do. His fingers are kinda greasy too. I'm probably gonna need a new shirt if he keeps gripping my sleeve like that.
The people were really nice. Unfortunately, being with pirates doesn't exactly make you welcome. There was a little boy that fell on the ground and scraped his knee, but when I approached him to help, the mother ran up and cursed me away. I guess I can understand their fear. They act just like the people on Terra Nova: they don't let me close and try to get rid of me at every opportunity.
Viper's men are cruel to the people. If pretty young women pass by, they'll make grabs for them. I feel bad, but the only thing I can think of is that at least it's not me this time.
Despite the sneers they give the people, I can't help but feel our stay here won't end up in flames.
I was wrong.
It took all of three hours for everything to go to hell, and Viper just had to drag me down with it. Damn bastard…
I tried to warn the people, tell them to evacuate and leave while they could, but nobody listened. Maybe I wasn't yelling loud enough, maybe I wasn't coming across as urgent enough, maybe they thought it was some prank, I don't know. All I know is that I failed at saving anyone.
Viper likes to start with the kids. He'll torch the schoolhouse or the orphanage first thing and watch as the mothers are left weeping at the edge of the flames. He gets off on it. It's disgusting.
When he kills, it's like this darkness consumes his soul, slowly eating away at his reason and sanity. As the kills get worse, so does his enjoyment of them. The easy kills don't please him anymore, they aren't good enough. It doesn't take long for him to feel the need to skin someone alive or burn them at a stake to get any satisfaction out of it.
I can't unsee any of these horrific scenes, I know they'll haunt me forever. I brought it up one time to Viper that the Doctor wouldn't want me to go insane while in his care. He only laughed it off and ordered his men to beat me.
To be honest, I've started becoming used to the sight of it. The only scarring thing now is the sound...
The screams won't go away...
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