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Date Posted: Sunday, October 27, 08:01:17pm
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's message, "The Outside Operative 28+" on Friday, October 18, 08:14:15pm
He couldn’t say that he hadn’t been warned that it would be more difficult outside the hospital, but Michael didn’t realize that he would feel this tired as he reached the landing of the upstairs. It had been a week, but it had been a long week.
There were things, beyond Nikita’s care, that Michael had underestimated would take up his time and energy, and they only seemed to be growing. Nikita was doing well but there was something that gnawed at Michael and he knew that it wasn’t always going to be good.
And he felt guilty for not having the focus on Nikita. She told him not to worry about her, but he felt split in so many directions, mostly over living accommodations, that Michael knew that it was wrong.
It had held to many sleepless nights, especially since Nikita would wake up at least once, if not twice during the night. Michael was just grateful that for the most part, about 75% of the time Nikita woke up with the majority of her memories, particularly she was remembering that she was recovering from injury.
But it didn’t make the other quarter of the times easier to handle.
It also didn’t stop nightmares, which were becoming more and more common, almost the sole reason why Nikita would wake up now. That was probably the biggest reason why Michael was so tired. He didn’t want Nikita to be alone when she woke up and he fretted afterwards about anything that she remembered or didn’t remember about the dreams.
There was going to be a breaking point and Michael knew that he was rapidly reaching it as he sat down on the recliner beside the bed, looking over at Nikita. She was sleeping soundly now but Michael worried about how long that would last.
Dr. Carle didn’t like the nightmares and Michael knew that she had prepared some sedatives if it would ever get out of hand. Michael didn’t think it would get to that. So far, a nightmare didn’t lead to Nikita waking up without most of her memories. Nikita had always woken up and knew one simple fact – Michael cared for her and he could be trusted.
The cells were disintegrating, but they were still cells that too many women were in, not that anyone cared. Nikita pushed herself against the wall as far as she could, knowing that she could leave this cell, it wasn’t like they were locked in them all the time, but knew that it would only lead to punishment.
And it wouldn’t be punishment from the guards.
There was a noise and the woman that everyone had nicknamed Roxy walked in the hallway and stopped short of the cell. She lifted her head and everyone could see the bruises that covered her face. Nikita swallowed hard as others started to ask what happened.
“I was… taken overnight… they said that it was for good behavior… but… I was locked in a bedroom… and then given a dress…” Roxy slowly spoke as it was clear that it was difficult for her to talk. She must have almost choked to death.
It wasn’t a new story. It had been happening more often. Other young women, much like Nikita, were disappearing from the cell block for days and arriving back abused. They told of the forced intercourse that they had to perform and the other forms of torture by masked men.
Some women went towards Roxy, but most stayed away from her. She already had that vacant look that others had. One had been Nikita’s cell mate. Had been were the words that Nikita remembered the most. She had been taken out yelling and screaming. Some said that she was taken to the psych ward; others said that she committed suicide, and then there were the rumors of even something darker going on and that she had been taken back for more abuse. With a prison so filled with women that some of the cells were tripled up, a few women missing didn’t seem to both most prisoners.
Or at least not the older women.
“The one man… he almost took his mask off…” Roxy trembled as her legs gave out and she shook her head. She was nothing like the strong woman that she had been. She was a shell and for a while, no one would challenge her, but this was prison. One of the other women would know that it was time to make a move in the structure of power in the prison and they would go after Roxy within two weeks.
That was probably worse than the trauma of being taken and there were plenty of ghosts in the hallways because of that.
No woman had been taken twice yet.
“Another one… came in and said… that they would have to kill me… if I saw his face… They have to be the guards… but I didn’t recognize their voices… and the rooms seemed too nice…” Roxy struggled to tell her story.
“You should go to the infirmary…” Helena spoke from the other corner of the room. She was the queen of the cell block and everyone knew the power that she yielded.
“I had hoped… that I was going to be like Leeann… you know… how when she woke up… a woman walked in and said to her ‘they brought the wrong blonde’ and then she was back in her cell… I had hoped that was going to be me…” Roxy spoke quickly as she crossed her arms in front of her. Nikita chilled.
Leeann looked a lot like her.
Nikita knew that others thought that and she could feel them looking at her, but she didn’t betray that she was thinking about the same thing. She wouldn’t give them the power.
“Leeann is a bit off her rocker… even before whatever had happened to her,” Helena dismissed the thoughts quickly. “She described a white room… with a high tech wall that didn’t have a door… and a stretcher that was flat with no padding and she was restrained by something… but she never saw what it was… Some of us think that she would have said that she was abducted by aliens if it got her attention… she came back with no injuries... no even a bruise… I think she just wanted some attention.”
“Maybe she was wanted for body parts,” a woman spoke up and Nikita looked down to the floor. She wondered if there was more than one bad thing happening.
It wasn’t like they would miss these prisoners. They were deemed murders without the ability to be rehabilitated. They were just meat to rot in prison until they died. If other forces were doing things to them, it wasn’t like anyone would listen to them about what was happening to them.
Nikita’s eyes popped open and terror swam over her entire body. She had been taken. Worse, she tried to move and found herself to be very weak. The tears started to roll down her face.
“Nikita… Kita… It’s Michael…” a man spoke from beside the bed that she was in and she started to panic, rolling to the edge and almost falling to the floor before her feet unsteadily supported her. “No… I don’t want to see you… I know what you are doing to the women… how you abuse them… rape them…”
“You were having a bad dream, Nikita,” Michael shook his head as he wanted to get rid of the cobwebs, knowing that he needed to respond faster to what was happening, but finding that his body wasn’t listening to the commands his brain was issuing.
“Stay away from me,” Nikita ordered as her body collapsed and she fought to continue to move.
“Kita…”
“Leave me alone!”
“Kita…” Michael spoke as he finally stood up and looked at Nikita. She was crawling away and she glanced towards him and flinched. “I didn’t want to see you…. I know that Roxy said… that you have to kill anyone who has seen you… but I’ll forget all about you… I’ll forget what you look like… you can do whatever you want to… since you drugged me… so I can’t run… and I wouldn’t have fought… but you drugged me… and that scares me… no control….”
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Michael spoke and Nikita got her feet and she actually pushed him backwards. Michael stumbled back as he was shocked with what had happened. He hadn’t expected that and he knew that he was in trouble. “Walter!”
“No! No!” Nikita shouted as she got a step in and fell again, but she was able to get the door open to the hallway. “I know what you did to those women…”
Michael got to his feet again and wasn’t sure what to do. Physically restraining Nikita right now, while she clearly didn’t know who he was, wasn’t going to help things. He had remembered that Nikita had talked about women in the prison being taken out and used before being returned. She must have had a dream of that and he was going to have to do something. Nikita didn’t have the strength to get around the house and he couldn’t let her get to the stairs.
“Listen to me, Nikita. You woke up from a bad dream…. A dream that did happen… but it is a dream of many years ago. You were injured and are having a hard time remembering things…” Michael spoke with a firm voice as he needed her to listen to him.
“Get away from me… please… I’m not the woman you wanted… I’m just like Leeann… I’m the wrong blonde… you don’t want me… or my body parts… I’m damaged as it is… hurt… and you drugged me… and I just want to go back to the prison… please… please just take me back…” Nikita’s voice escalated in volume as she scooted on her bottom down the wooden floors.
Finally Walter stepped out of his room with some sort of odd looking robe as he rubbed his eyes. He groaned and swallowed. “Look, Sugar… you are confused…”
But Nikita saw another man and pushed against the wall and pulled her legs up. “Please don’t… the men… my mom… please… don’t… I didn’t kill that man… and I’m willing to live in that prison… just don’t do this… to me again… please… don’t hurt me...”
Then she started to scream as Michael looked at Walter. He moved towards Nikita, but she slapped her hand against him. “No, no, no, no…”
And she continued to shout as Michael backed off again. “Kita… Kita… listen to me…”
“I don’t want to be a ghost… I did bad things… but don’t make me like one of them… and don’t kill me like this… please…”
Neither man heard the doctor running up the stairs until she pushed at Walter. “Move… move…”
Nikita didn’t even see Dr. Carle until she had the needle in her and then out. Nikita looked at her. “Send me back to the prison… I’m the wrong blonde…”
With that, Nikita’s eyes dropped and she was sent back to sleep.
But everyone else was not going to sleep for a while.
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