They must never find it. For weeks the Government has slowly been finding us. One by one we are disappearing. I fear that soon we will all be gone. Our work finished.
I must get rid of the mark. They must never be able to find me. The mark is the only way they can link me to the society; it must be destroyed.
If they find me, the mission will fail. The transmission will end. We must save the future.
We must change the past…
She woke to loud beeping. Wires snaked from her arms and her legs; connecting her to large machines to her right. The computers showed pictures of waves and numbers. The room was bright and smelt of bleach. Her head pounded, causing a wave of nausea to run through her body. She had no idea where she was, or why she was here. When she tried to speak, nothing but rough sounds escaped her. She tried moving but the machines she was connected to started to beep and the numbers climbed higher and higher, ever climbing.
More machines sat to her left. Making whirling noises. Consumed with fear and doubt the girl pulled at the wires on her body; sending the machines into a loud chaos. Ripping them from her body with a pop, she tossed the wires to the floor.
Her body was weak. Her legs wobbly as she tried to climb from the high bed. She didn’t know what was real, where she was or why she was here. The pain in her head, the wires and machines, and the stink of cleanliness told her she was in a hospital. But she couldn’t remember what events brought her to here. Besides the pain she felt nothing but had an odd sensation of being watched.
There were desks on the other side of the room, it took her a minute to walk of shaky legs to them. Papers were everywhere, but she understood none of it. Messages from Doctor to Doctor; something about stars. Tossing paper after paper onto the floor she found something. A single piece of paper, right near the bottom of all the piles, had a single drawing on it. It called to her, like she had seen it before. This symbol was important. She didn’t know why she knew it, but something in her told her it was important. Somehow, she knew it.
Her body ached, and she knew she had to leave. Something in this one picture told her she needed to leave this place. Looking to the ceiling she saw a camera. Squinting, she saw the lenses move and focus. So she was being watched. She needed to leave. Now.
Frantically she moved around the small room. Checking on monitors and wires. Nothing gave her any information as to why she was here, or who she was.
She found a small scalpel on a medical tray next to one of the monitors. That was when she felt something on her right leg. There was a bandage around her thigh; nearly obscured by the hospital gown she wore. It was wrapped tight and bound by layers and layers of medical tape. Using the scalpel, she cut through the layers. When the bandage fell away she saw scars ran along her thigh. All the way from her hip to her knee. Thick, raises scars criss-crossed each other. Her thigh was mutilated; but she couldn’t remember where they came from. Why didn’t she remember getting them?
While she stared at the jagged lines on her leg, she saw something black on the inside of her thigh. Small black lines pocked out from between the scars. It was the remnant of small entwined circles; linking together with a smaller circle in the middle. She recognized the picture instantly. Not from her memory though. It was the same symbol that she saw on the piece of paper.
Where was she?
Something didn’t feel right in her. She knew she was in trouble. Someone went to great lengths to hide this symbol on her leg. She knew now that wherever she was, for whatever reason, it couldn’t be good. She needed to escape.
Gripping the scalpel tight she walked towards to door. Strangely, it was unlocked. Slowly turning the knob and carefully opening the door she looked outside. A long, dark hallway greeted her. Flickering lights went off at irregular moments; making her heart race and pulse jump. Looking back into the room one last time she saw the symbol staring at her from on the desk. Not hesitating, she ran back and snatched the paper from the desk.
Closing the door behind her and steadying her breathing, she started down the hallway, looking for answers.