Upon Arrival
Natalie Willow - Unknown Loaction | The Facility
"Miss Willow, you need to calm down. Nothing is going to happen with you yelling and beating your fist on the door."Fumes could practically be seen shooting out of Natalie's ears, the heat on her face giving away that she was beyond the point of rationality.
"Where the hell is my daughter?! I will not stop until I get answers. I have lawyers!" 'As if those will help right now...' Her subconscious had tried to be the voice of reason from the moment Natalie had woken up but the worry for her daughter well overpowered all emotions. The intercom voice had stopped speaking and the room went silent for a few minutes which worried Natalie. From the moment she had began to bang on the wall the intercom in her room had come to life, trying to calm the young mother down. The voice had warned her and explained that if she were to have calmed down from the beginning, that she wouldn't be stuck in a locked room while being spoken to as a toddler.
"Miss Willow, I have received an update on your daughter." Natalie became all ears as she held her arms and hands close to her chest, practically clutching her heart. That was before the fell limply to her sides when she heard the news.
"Your daughter was picked up from her Day Care at normal time by our operatives and sent to her biological father, Liam Carver. She was sent with all of her belongings, and your sister was alerted once Penelope was in custody of her father." Natalie's heart sank into her stomach as she heard the voice mention Liam's name.
"Bi-Biological? He's not even on her birth certificate?" Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to make sense of it all. As she stood in silence, she could feel the heat rising once more from her feet towards her head, filling every inch of her as she realized the treason that they had committed.
"She doesn't even know him! How could you!? I never gave consent, she's never met that god damned man a day in her life! I demand to speak to my lawyers!" Once again she was back at banging the locked door with her fists, wanting nothing more than to get her small hands around the necks of those who were in charge.
"Natalie Willow, your daughter is safe and she will remain safe as long as you remain compliant." She had been in such anger that she hadn't realized that as hard as she banged and punched the door, nothing hurt. She felt nothing but the rush of adrenaline and anger within her. It wasn't until she heard the underlying threat in what the intercom voice had said that she had stepped back, her face fixed on a look of disgust towards the speaker in the ceiling.
"You guys are some sick fucks to use the threat of violence towards a toddler." "It's not a threat, Miss Willow, it is a promise. Now, if you have finally let your anger out then you can listen to the set of directions that I will give you. The list is short because you are expected to attend a full briefing in less than a week, when more arrive."both physically and mentally drained, Natalie made her way back to the bed she once slept on and sat down, her mind blank except for the image of her daughter. She listened closely to the voice, acknowledging the they were to dress a certain way and act a certain way. There was a file sat on one of the counter tops that she had not noticed, but it contained a small map and set of more rules as well as some weird coding that she could not understand. According to the voice that was for official use only. Rolling her eyes, Natalie stood up and massaged her hands as she started feeling the strain of the banging, although there was no redness or torn skin.
"Very well, the doors will now be open for you to go and start familiarizing yourself with what you'll need for your stay here. Be mindful of whom you speak to, but before you go out you must dress in the clothing we have provided.""What?" Natalie looked up, once again confused, at the intercom but it had shut off as soon as it had finished speaking. The entire time there was not one ounce of compassion in the voice. The man had been emotionless and uncaring, as if he were talking to a prisoner more like a civilian with rights.
"What about my job!? I worked hard to get to my position... I didn't even give them a notice... My clients are going freak!" Panic began to set in as she ran circles in her own head bout her job. Even on her days off and vacations she never truly left work. She would go everywhere with her work laptop and phone. Her hands felt empty along with in pain. In order to make herself busy, Nat turned to see where the clothes could be, opening up the door which only led to a bathroom, but under the sink were a pair of brilliant white scrubs.
'What kind of sick fucks....' She had wrinkled her nose as if she had been disgusted by the scrubs, but really there was nothing wrong with them, just the reason for them. Regardless, she needed to put them on in order to remain compliant, therefore she did. The pants had fit her a little snug around the hips but the shirt seemed to fit perfectly, giving her plenty of room but not too baggy to where it seemed like she was wearing the wrong size. It felt a bit more like being a patient in a hospital as opposed to being held captive, but nothing about the facility screamed hospital just yet, just the clothing. Next to where the folded scrubs were, a pair of white shoes that resembled Vans sat, also white. By that point, Natalie had become beyond creeped out at the fact that everything she had put on; from the shoes to the sports bra, had fit her. It gave the woman chills, but she pushed past them in order to not linger in those thoughts.
After folding her personal clothes and setting them where she had the scrubs, Natalie had quietly made her way towards her once locked door and pushed it open ever so gently. The soft hallway breeze rushed in, causing her hair to fall in her face.
'Are the rooms, air locked?' She peeked her head out first, taking her time to look both ways and understand what was going on, as well as her surroundings. White. Everything was white to the point that it was almost blinding. She could hear movement from another room, just next door to hers which caused her body to freeze. Her eyes stayed locked onto the door until it opened and two men in dark grey scrubs walked out, holding nothing but a bunch of linen in their arms. They were cleaning rooms, which seemed strange. If they were in some kind of prison, surely they would have to clean their own rooms, right?
"Wrong. Not really cleaning it for us, but cleaning it out for the newcomers."Natalie nearly shrieked as she heard a voice to the other side of her. She felt that she had jumped so high up that she had nearly touched the ceiling, which caused the young man to laugh a bit.
"Wow, you actually made me laugh. That's a first in, well, I really don't know how long it's been.""Um, s-sorry. Wait, no, I'm not sorry. You scared the hell out of me!" She had noticed that the young man was wearing the same color scrubs as she was, which made her jump to the conclusion that he was the same as her.
"How- I never said anything out loud. How did you know how to answer me?" the young man smirked a bit as he leaned on the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, but leaving one hand out to tap on his head.
'I read minds, unfortunately.' The same voice filled not only her ears, but her head, causing Natalie to go even more pale than she already seemed. Not once had the young man's mouth moved when she heard the voice inside of her head, which caused her to convulse and slightly gag.
"Oh my god... Do not ever do that again." "No worries, Nat. Anyways, I'm going to get food, do you want to me to show you around? I think you're the first of the new batches they bring in." Natalie took a step back into her room as the young man propped himself off of the wall, she was unsure if she could truly trust him, much less after the stunt that he pulled. He could see that she was clearly in shock, trying to digest every bit of information that she was given but clearly it was at her own pace.
"Come on. If you feel uncomfortable at any moment, you can run back to your room and I'll leave you alone. I just, I feel good hearing what you've got to say in your mind. It reminds me that we're still human and alive." Natalie had taken her few seconds, but she reluctantly accepted the offer to be shown around. For every step they took, Natalie had a question to ask. Fortunately, Mark had an answer for her. Once they had arrived at what seemed like a cafeteria, of a smaller proportion, Natalie stood by the doorway and looked at Mark.
"So where's everyone else? You can't tell me that you're the only one around with, mmmm, abilities. You told me that they arrive in batches." A look on Mark's face told Natalie more than she needed to know. He looked as if he was in pain, grieving, and tired all together. She wanted to interject and tell him that he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to, but he put his hand up to stop her.
"the majority of people that were here are gone. I don't know where to though. Rumor had it if you did what they said, they'd place you in this sort of Witness Protection-like set up where you could go on and live your life but it would have to be under another alias. Some though, didn't make it to that. Some didn't make it at all. Last night several were taken, including myself. Only two returned including myself, and she's in her room right now in more pain than I can handle. That's kind of why I wanted to you to come along, so I could hear what you thought rather than what she thought."Natalie's face paled once more, hearing about what was happening to those that came here. A million more questions formed, but the look on Mark's face made her hold her tongue.
"I'm sorry Mark. Come on, I'm pretty hungry too. If you want, I can catch you up with current times?" Mark's face had brightened up a bit after hearing Natalie's offer. They both made their way inside and sat down to eat a pre prepped meal that was saran-wrapped on a plate.
With a gasp, Natalie had snapped back into present day. She was sitting in the exact same spot in the cafeteria, only this time it was without Mark. The girl he had briefly mentioned when she arrived had passed away in her room. Natalie could still hear the ever so soft echoes of her cries. She had seen the room only once, when the grey scrub men had opened the door at the same time Natalie was leaving her own room. Her eyes had instantly locked on what she could see, a blue nearly purple bruised arm bent in the most unnatural way. She had quickly closed her own door in hopes that the men hadn't seen her, a soon after ran to find Mark. He had already known though, saying that he couldn't hear her thoughts anymore. He said that the rooms were airtight and sound proof, for the ears only though. He remained for one more day after that, then the next day didn't show up to their spot in the cafeteria. A couple more days passed without Mark, although Nat followed the tradition that they had so quickly created. That was until that same morning. It was then that she felt there was something different in the air, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Still as she sat, she simply stared at her chicken noodle soup but only poked at it as she played with her hair with her other hand, trying to figure out why the facility felt so different.
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