Thread: The Clinic: Test Five (mild language, sexual conduct)

Test Five
Lights out repeated like normal, even with the girl admitting that she'd tried to escape. I almost felt guilty that I'd thought Zaien had turned me in.
Those thoughts, however, were behind me as I slipped out my door and into the hallway that led to the main stairwell.
The Clinic was set up oddly. In essence, it was a bunch of squares and rectangles put together to make a building.
The Clinic was in the middle of the woods with no nearby roads or homes, let alone towns. It was completely secluded.
Outside, it resembled the inside very much. The Clinic was two floors, though it looked bigger, with an attic. The attic was sealed off and no one had gone into it as long as I had ever been at the Clinic.
After going through the main, french, double doors you came into what could be considered a lobby. Straight in front of you was the main stairwell that broke off in two directions. To both sides were rooms lining long hallways. Each room had it's own bathroom.
On the first floor, however, was where pretty much everything else was. While the top floor was housing, the bottom floor help all of the facilities.
To the left of the door were three doors.
The first led to the main library for reading, writing, and study duties. Only a selected few books inhabited the library seeing as reading for leisure wasn't something freely given.
Next to the library was the dining room. Inside it was another door that led to another end of the building reserved only for those who turned sixteen, disobeyed the rules, or did some unmentionable act. Overall, though, it was meant for Jate and Feiral.
The third door was a cooking duties door. The cooks entered through the door and, inside, was the kitchen. Kitchen duty was always a pain and assigned a week in advance so you could prepare.
On the other side of the main room were four more doors. All of which tied into the Clinic's main purpose—testing.
The first door was an infirmary in case anyone's reactions became too severe. Those given aide duty remained in their seats until they turned sixteen. Once you started aide duty, you stayed on it until you left.
The second door was the testing room. Inside was a medical chair, a desk, a normal chair, and any supplies you could possibly think of that a doctor would use. It, in itself, was a minature hospital.
Most people never went into the last two rooms unless they were given it's duties, but they still served a purpose.
The third door was for those who bred. If you became a Breeder you were there specifically to have children. Apparently the drugs administered to the Patients proved them unable to carry a baby so the females miscarried.
No one ever had the duty anymore since it turned out so negatively—killing both the child and the mother. They were the only one's known to have actually died, for a fact.
The fourth door was unused and was originally planned to be a child care room for the Breeder's children. Since there were no more Breeders, the room remained unused. Once or twice Feiral had thought to change it into something more useful but had never gotten around to it.
And all of the building was solid white. All of it, unless it was translucent, made many people believe that the twins' favorite color was white.
I slipped out of the hallway and scanned the area. Training with Jamie and Pes when I was younger had honed my attention to detail skills. True, we were playing but I somehow knew that what they considered 'playing' would come in handy later.
As promised, the entire place was clear of Guards. But that didn't mean Feiral or Jate weren't prowling the area.
I walked silently down the hallway and to the stairs. The stairs were tricky if you didn't know what you were doing.
The bars meant to keep your balance, I'd learned, were good for trying to be silent. I'd used it to my advantage multiple times while playing with Jamie and Pes.
I made it down the stairs and around the left side when I heard them—the voices.
"She's gone?" Feiral asked. "I know that they'll take care of her but I would've like to get my hands on that brat!!"
"The Reapers will take care of her," Jate said coolly. "There's nothing to worry about. They'll dispose of her like all of the others. Apparently Kren did not go as easily as they would've liked."
"Was he...?"
"Yes. It came through when they tried to take him to Purgatory. It made things a little painful for him but they managed to shove him into the Rift."
Their voices faded to where I could no longer hear them and I decided that it was finally safe to move.
The Guard Quarter was a secret door under the stairs that led into a hallway which, in turn, led to a large room with more hallways. I'd been in there only once but I'd never forgotten where the door was—or it's combination.
I slipped to the door in the wall and slid the white tile aside, displaying a keypad numbered one through zero. There werent pound or an asterick keys unlike other keypads.
7-6-4-2-0-1 was the combination. I'd never quite figured it out how I knew it but I'd never forgotten it.
I punched in the numbers and the door slid open with a light thud. I didn't hesitate to slip inside and out of sight. Truthfully, the farther away I was from Jate and Feiral, the better.
The hallway was vacant of anyone so I didn't have much reason to sneak around like I had outside. At night, no one was supposed to be in the Guard Quarter. It was kind of an unspoken rule.
I entered the Commons—the main room—and my eyes scanned around the room quickly for any signs of Guards before fully entering.
The room was vacant of people but there were two, white couches, three chairs, two desks, and a door that led to, I guessed, a kitchen. Another hallway cut off and I saw doors which I took to be bedrooms.
"You came," Zaien said from a hallway adjacent to the wall I hid behind. "I wasn't sure if you would or not."
"I was caught up with almost getting caught by Jate and Feiral," I said quietly, scanning the halls. "Are we alone or are there others?"
He held a finger to his lips and held out his hand. I didn't hesitate to take it. He led me down the leftmost hallway and into a room. It was the eighth from the Commons.
"We'll be able to talk in here," he said, sitting on a bed. "The walls are soundproof so no one should be able to hear us. Plus, these doors actually lock."
I glanced at the handle and saw the tiny lock in the middle of it. I turned it a few times before leaving it locked.
"So what exactly did you want me to come down here for?" I asked, sizing up the room.
It was about the size of the Patient's rooms, maybe half a size bigger, and held a closet, a dresser, a night stand, a desk, and a bed. It retained the same color scheme as the rest of the place.
"We need a plan," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I hate having to be serious, but I need to be. Especially since you have..."
He cut off and shook his head, his cheeks showing the slightest bit of color which only made my curiosity spike more.
"Anyway, do you have a plan?"
"Plan?" I paused and crossed my arms, leaning against his desk. "Honestly, no. I'm more focused on not getting myself killed or playing to your random little games."
He grinned and I felt my heart skip a beat while my cheeks reddened as a result. All it helped was making his grin wider.
"Well, it seems we'll have to make up on our I. O. U.'s ," he said, grinning. "I owe you a deal and you owe me one."
"Cash it in quickly, I don't like owing people," I teased, only in half truth. "Especially people like you."
He was on his feet in a flash, arms caging me as his hands flattened on the desk behind me.
"What was that about people like me?" he asked, his face inches from my own which only made the situation more embarassing.
"I don't like owing people like you," I repeated. This time it only came out half-heartidly.
I wasn't really sure if it was from my inability to speak or my heart stuck in my throat….either way, though, I could barely breathe.
That was when I realized he was only in the navy blue, baggy pants assigned to the Guards.
Oddly enough, their outfits were the only splash of color in the entire place.
The uniforms were navy blue and included a vest, an undershirt, a pair of stretchy pants, and flats. On the vest was the normal 'C' in a black color that matched the material.
"Claire...can I cash in on that deal now?"
I froze in place and felt my cheeks grow hotter with what he was suggesting. Even I could figure out what he meant.
"Z-Zaien...wait," I breathed, searching for a way of escape. Just like in the tree, there wasn't one. "Byren...he...I...I can't!!"
He blinked, confusion darkening his gaze before he laughed, gently touching his forehead to me in an affectionate gesture.
"You idiot," he laughed. "I was kidding. You're too gullible. I wouldn't do that to anyone—no matter how much I don't like the guy."
I blinked. Now it was my turn to be confused. What was he insinuating? That he...?
"What...What do you mean?"
He gave me a curious look and a smile before going back to sit on the bed. I sat down in the chair that was with the desk and tightened my hold on it.
"I mean, what do you mean by 'no matter how much I don't like the guy,'" I asked, clarifying. "I mean...it sounds as if..."
"As if I'm saying that I like you," he finished, his icy eyes slicing over me once, causing me to shiver. "You're right. I do like you. I find you attractive and interesting."
He paused and looked me over again, more slowly this time, and paused at my eyes.
"Especially you're eyes—they're so unique. I've never seen orange eyes before." He paused again. "They're not topaz but orange. I've seen topaz before but yours...yours are...you are different."
I touched my cheek and looked down.
My eyes had always been weird. They were a dark orange—not topaz and not amber. They looked as if you'd taken an orange colored pencil and colored in my eyes, pressing down as hard as you could to color as dark as possible. Mixed with the natural lines formed being black on the outer rim of the iris instead of white for me only made them that much more of a freak show.
Even Feiral, with her white eyes, or Byren with his brown-green, seemed better matched with their eyes.
With my silver hair, pale skin, and bright orange eyes, I looked like a psychopath. Even Aime, with her yellow cat eyes, made her eyes look more natural than I could ever hope to make mine.
"No," I said finally, dropping my hand and closing my eyes. "They're freakish and don't fit with me."
"They fit perfectly," he argued, rising again. "Don't make me come back over there!!"
I smiled slightly.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
He grinned and shrugged before walking over to me and taking my hands in his.
"Depends," he said, grinning, "on whether you want it to be a threat or a promise."
I smiled and half pushed him away playfully. He grabbed his heart and made a very dramatic performance of dying.
When he was on the floor I nudged him with the end of my shoe. He grabbed my ankle and jerked me down, rolling so I was pinned beneath him.
"I win," he said, his grin widening. "What's my prize?"
I raised an eyebrow and attempted to get out from underneath him. He held me in place effortlessly.
"Depends," I growled, "on whether or not you'll let me up."
"But if I let you up then you'll run and I won't get my prize," he whined. "That's not fair."
"I'll make you a deal," I offered. "You let me up and I'll give you whatever you want—if I can give it, that is."
His grin broke for a moment as he thought but returned almost instantly before he got up.
"Owe me," he said with the stupid grin still on his face.
I nodded and tackled him, attempting to pin him. It only took him a second before he was in control once more, pinning me.
He grinned and I growled, struggling to get him off of me. Eventually I gave up and relaxed.
"Fine, you win," I sighed. "Want another prize? Or do I owe you...again?"
He leaned forward and kissed my forehead gently, his lips barely touching my skin yet sending razor blades through my veins where he'd touched me.
"I'll take that as my prize," he laughed, helping me to my feet as I stood. "I might have you come by tomorrow night so we can actually discuss our plan. It's too late and you need sleep."
I gave him an empathetic smile and he walked me to the outer door that opened from the stairwell. His eyes were enough to tell me everything I needed to know.
He waved as I climbed back up the stairs and made my way back to my room.
Tomorrow morning would be a nightmare and I would not want to wake up...but it was completely worth it.