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Authors: Styna Lane
The Energy Room (The Elementum Trilogy)
THE ENERGY ROOM
By Styna Lane
Copyright © 2013 Christyna Whatman
Lyric Copyright © 1992 John L. Whatman & Brian Earley
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
All characters and events in this publication are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or real events are entirely coincidental.
ISBN-13: 978-1484902622
Revised Edition
Edited by Ryan McDonald
Dedicated to my father,
John Lane Whatman.
“
The time has come to say farewell
To a life I knew so well
Time to break these chains that are holding me down.
I walk away, not look back
And wipe the tears from my eyes
Thinking of my little girl I'll never leave behind.”
-Aesthesia,
Firm Place To Stand
Monsters, Shackles, and Pancakes
I awoke suddenly to a loud screeching directly in my right ear. I jumped from my tangle of sheets, lunging unswervingly at the throat of the monster that was surely planning to kill me, bashing it against the wall as hard as I possibly could. As I watched the pieces of its innards fall to the lush, white carpet around my feet, I realized there were no droplets of warm blood, no pieces of bruised flesh. Confusion quickly turned to embarrassment as I stared down at the cord hanging from my hands, the beaten alarm clock dangling defenselessly a foot above the floor.
A mumbled curse found its way sleepily out of my mouth as I turned on my heels toward the door. I stopped to glance in a mirror hanging from one of the four white, punishing walls. A puffy-eyed creature stared back at me through a mess of knotted, blonde hair. I snorted, pushing the strands off of my face and securing them back into a loose bun using the elastic band, which always found its home around my wrist. A dark, red indent was left in its place, beneath what I could only describe as a shackle. The proper name for them was ‘Electro-Cuffs’, and the small, green lights on top of both of them were constant reminders of the pain they could cause me.
Chilled, I pulled a shapeless sweatshirt out of a random drawer next to the mirror; it fell lifelessly, just over the bottom of my shorts. I nodded in approval, as the creature in the mirror transformed into a typical girl who had recently woken up, and who hadn’t dramatically slain her alarm clock.
I sighed as I pulled the bedroom door open, dragging my feet into the small, white apartment, which felt more like a jail than a home. The enchanting smell of strong coffee weaved its way into my nostrils, drawing me straight into the kitchen, which was only a step away from the white sofa in the living room. I poured myself a mug of what really ought to have been considered the nectar of life, and stood there for a moment, sipping the scalding liquid.
I squinted at the small, green numbers on the microwave. A feeling somewhere between irritation and confusion struck, as ‘7:45’ peered back at me. What could have possibly warranted my waking up so early? I stared into the shadowy liquid of the mug, trying to remember the happenings of the previous day. I was just starting to remember someone saying something about something or another, when a loud, static sound emitted from the ceiling, startling me into trickling a bit of coffee down my front.
“
Good morning, Angela,” a strict, male voice with an English accent called over a concealed speaker.
“
Morning, William,” I said angrily, struggling to fake sincerity while I ineffectively brushed dark stains from my shirt. “What gives me the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice so early in the day?”
“
We’re bringing in a new psychologist for you to meet with. Alvin Waldreck? We had a conversation about this yesterday,” William said, raising and lowering the tone of his voice at precisely the right moments to make me feel like a complete idiot.
“
Ohh,” I sighed, remembering being told the night before. It had been more of a lecture than a real conversation, and I always found it rather difficult to pay attention during lectures. “Right. Alvin. Shrink. Yeah.”
“
Psychologist. Please be polite this time. We’re running out of candidates who meet the standards for this type of research,” William said, obviously a bit frustrated.
“
How
horrible,
” I murmured sarcastically, taking a sip for the half-empty mug. “What time will he be here?”
No sooner had I asked, than there was a loud, cautious knock at the door. My eyes widened as I sat the mug safely down on the counter, before I could crush it in my angry grip.
“He’s here now?!” I hissed at the ceiling.
Anyone who didn’t know about the speaker system would have had no problem brushing me off as absolutely insane. I wouldn’t have blamed them.
“Yes, well... had you paid any amount of attention last night, you would have known that he was due to arrive at 8:00 a.m.,” William said, probably satisfied with my being caught off-guard. “Don’t be rude, let your guest in.”
Slumping my shoulders forward, I glared angrily at the small camera in the corner of the ceiling, which would have been easy for untrained eyes to overlook. I shuffled through the kitchen to the white door and glimpsed through the peep hole. Not only had William taken me by surprise with the time of day my ‘guest’ would arrive, but also by the guest himself.
Alvin Waldreck. Picture an elderly man with wild, gray hair, and small, square glasses hanging from a large, bulbous nose, the smell of menthol emanating from him as he puffed on a fancy pipe. Brown, tweed suit, corresponding leather briefcase, and penny loafers, which went out of style ages ago. He probably had a lot of grandchildren who sat on his lap at holidays and listened to him tell stories about the old country in his funny accent. He probably had to hold onto a handle in the shower to keep from falling down.
Now, flush that image down the crapper, and picture an attractive man in his mid-twenties with ear-length locks of wavy, mahogany hair, and eyes as blue as a tornado would be if tornadoes were, in fact, blue. Not wearing a suit, but jeans and a blazer, which perfectly fit his lean build. No suitcase, but a worn messenger bag, which probably followed him through high-school and college; through heartbreak and noodle-based malnutrition.
I scrambled to unlock the door, staring in awe for a moment as I looked over, what was allegedly, my new psychologist; I wasn’t buying it.
“
Angela Dawson?” he asked in a melodically masculine voice. He greeted me with a smile and a handshake, but I didn’t return either.
“
Huh?” Was all I managed to get out of the mouth that I realized had been agape since I glanced through the peephole, before shaking myself back to sanity. “Oh, yeah. Hi.”
I reached out for his hand. It was warm and soft, but strong. My eyes started to fog over. For just a moment, I could see…
“OUCH! Son of a—” I cursed in pain as a mild, though unexpected, shock of electricity began at my wrists and coursed all the way up through my arms.
“
Uh… Are you okay?” Alvin asked cautiously, clearly startled by my extremely senseless reaction to his handshake. He noticed the metal bonds on each of my wrists and took an apprehensive step back.
“
She’s fine, Mr. Waldreck. Please come in,” William’s voice said from the ceiling, as I absent-mindedly rubbed my wrists.
I walked to the undersized couch just a few feet away, leaving the door open behind me for Alvin to follow. My manners were less than decent, but after being somewhat electrocuted, I didn’t particularly care. Alvin followed slowly, quietly closing the door before making the short trip to the living room. He sat on the very edge of the white recliner across from me, as if he felt he might have to make a quick escape. His bright eyes, which were happy enough when I had opened the door, had quickly filled with fear, and lingered on my wrists. At that point, I realized he had no idea what he was getting himself into.
“Mr. Waldreck, thank you so much for meeting with us today. I’m sorry that I have yet to speak to you personally. I’m afraid I have a very busy schedule,” William’s voice called at us from overhead.
Alvin’s eyes finally left me, trying to find the body from which the voice was coming, before blankly falling back onto me for an explanation. I simply pointed to a speaker placed in the middle of the ceiling, which had been convincingly camouflaged with white paint. He nodded in understanding.
“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Slate. And please, call me Al,” the young man said, his voice cracking a bit as he undoubtedly began to wonder what he’d become a part of.
‘
Al
’ I said inside my own head, smiling to myself a bit at the thought of someone his age named Alvin. ‘
He must have been teased very badly when he was younger,
’ I thought. I imagined him with thick-rimmed glasses, a piece of white tape binding them together at the bridge. I caught myself actually beginning to smile at the man across from me. Before I could look away out of embarrassment, he grinned back at me, making me feel a bit less like a massive creeper.
“
Very good… Al.” It must have caused William physical pain to address someone informally. I had always encouraged him to call me Angie, as everyone else did, but he could never quite bring himself to do it. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever hearing him call anyone by a nickname.
“
I’m sorry that I must keep this meeting so short, but I have very important business to attend to today. I trust Angela will give you a decent tour of The Facility. Her main doctor will inform you of our expectations. By the end of the day, I hope that you will have made a decision as to whether or not you choose to be part of our family here,” William recited.
I sat up a bit straighter at William’s words; Al wasn’t actually part of the team yet. They’d brought him to The Facility without even telling him what went on within its walls. Surely they had told him something about his patient? What did they tell him? What
didn’t
they tell him? I started to fidget with anxiety, when the man I’d suddenly become very worried for spoke up.
“
Thank you, sir. I have no doubt that this is a wonderful opportunity,” Al said sincerely, speaking a bit too loudly in the direction of the speaker on the ceiling. This pulled a small laugh from my lips.
“
Indeed, it is. Angela, I’m sure you’ll behave and give Mr—… Al a tour of the building, and introduce him to the teams,” William said. It wasn’t so much a question, as it was an order.
“
You betcha, Willie!” I exclaimed, knowing that it would annoy him to no end.
“
Wonderful,” William said in a displeased tone. “I look forward to meeting you at the end of the day, Al.”
The speaker clicked off at the end of his sentence, informing us that the conversation was over. There was a long period of awkward silence where I stared at Al, and he pretended not to notice, as he looked around my small apartment. We both started to speak up at the same time.
“This is a nice place—” Al began.
“
Are you hungry?” I asked, blushing slightly as I cut him off.
I was instantly annoyed with myself for acting so ridiculous. You would have thought I had never met a member of the opposite sex before!
“It’s alright—” I started.
“
Yeah—” he responded at the same time.
Again, we were both surrounded by silence, before I took it upon myself to get us out of the confining room.
“Come on, I’ll take you down to Caf 1, and we can talk,” I said, rising from my seat.
By that point, I had decided to take it easier on him than I had on the past shrinks. After all, he had no clue what he was going to experience by the end of the day. I could have gotten it all over with right then, but I had caused too much trouble recently and I really couldn’t afford to get into any more of it. I had almost reached the door, when Al stopped me.
“Do you think maybe…” he began, looking to the floor.
“
What?” I asked, wondering if my new shrink was shy.
“
Do you… want to put on some pants?” he asked, trying to conceal a grin as he looked up at me from under the locks of hair that perfectly framed his rigid face.
My eyes widened in horror, realizing I had been in boxer shorts the entire time. It wasn’t anything I would have typically been ashamed of, but I also wouldn’t have typically been standing in front of a very attractive stranger.
“Excuse me a moment.” I squeaked as I ran past him into my bedroom, haphazardly grabbing a pair of jeans from a random drawer. I nearly tripped over myself trying to pull them on, when I caught a peek of my reflection in the mirror. The sleepy puffiness in my eyes had gone, but I looked absolutely horrible. I quickly pulled my hair down and brushed out the knots, before tying it back into a neater bun. I considered makeup and changing my shirt, then told myself that he’d already seen me at my worst, and there was no taking it back. I emitted a sigh of defeat, before leaving the room to meet Al again. He was staring at the window on the far side of the living room, which showed a lovely back yard filled with lovely sunshine, and lovely chirping birds, and all those kinds of lovely crap. He looked completely befuddled.
“
Aren’t we underground?” he asked, turning back to me.
“
It’s just a hologram. They think these windows will keep people from going insane,” I answered. I stuck my hand into the window, and the image blurred slightly, as holograms apparently do. “It’s easy to lose track of what’s real and what isn’t, down here.”
“
And how is that working out for everyone?” Al asked, sounding a bit more like a psychologist.
“
Stick around long enough, and I’m sure you’ll find out,” I said, frowning at a particularly cheerful, computer-generated finch.
He backed away from the window, getting one last glimpse at it before we exited the sickeningly white apartment into a sickeningly white hallway, illuminated by sickening fluorescent lights. The Facility felt sterile and somber; it had always reminded me of a hospital, or perhaps a mental institution. Five doors led to apartments exactly like mine in every way; if not for the fact that they were all empty.