Okay so this is the first tentative chapter of a novel I'm writing. I want to know if it makes you want to read more and if it's interesting. It does have some themes that might offend people, so if the mods want to move it. It's fine by me.
Emma stared in fascination at the blood oozing from the cut on her arm. The small piece of plastic in her hand trembled with her excitement. Readying it for another strike, a sudden pain in her head caused her to drop it.
Flashes of jumbled images passed through her mind none of them making sense. Rocking and moaning, Emma clasped her hands to her flannel-clad legs. Her eyes squeezed shut to try to block them from battering her brain. As they slowed, Emma grabbed a nearby sketch pad. An unrelenting need to draw them gripped her. Picking up the pen, she started to draw. Her hand moved frantically across the page.
Outside the room Derek pressed his hand to the glass. His eyes on something in the white room before him. "Call the director," he said to the small man standing next to him, his eyes never straying from the petite woman in front of him. "Patient 2029 has had another vision. He'll want to interrogate her as soon as possible." A quiet click from behind was the only indication that the man had followed his order. Smiling, his dark brown eyes lighting up with glee, Derek headed out of the room to see his favourite patient.
He entered the room and saw Emma, her long blonde hair a mess, and tears falling from her bright forest green eyes. Pulling up one of the chairs Derek sat, arms crossed and eyes focused on Emma. As she continued her frantic scribbling, she clutched her head with her free hand.
Throwing the sketch book across the room, Emma howled, pressing both of her hands to her temple, and raking her fingers down her face, leaving bloody furrows. The images wouldn't stop. She felt as if her head was going to explode as she tried to relieve the pressure in her head anyway she could.
Derek grabbed her hands. Pinning them behind her back, he yelled to the men posted outside the room, telling them to bring a sedative, all the while trying to keep Emma from further inflicting pain on herself. Despite his larger frame he was having a great deal of difficulty holding her down. Struggling with Emma, he heard the door open. "Derek, you can let her go," said a deep voice from somewhere on the other side of the room.
"Director?" Derek asked, not budging an inch from his position.
"Derek." The steely tone in the Director's voice warned him; warned him of the punishments for not obeying commands.
Slowly and reluctantly, he let go of Emma's hands, and stood up. His eyes glaring in defiance at the director. Emma, feeling the weight lift off her, looked up, confused.
"Daddy?" Sitting up slowly, she clutched at the collar of her shirt, scared but not knowing why, the pain in her head gone and forgotten.
"Baby, are you feeling alright?" The Director walked over and hugged the confused woman, leaving Derek to stand there, unsure what to do.
The door banged open and an orderly rushed in, a syringe in hand. "Sir, I've got the sedative," he said to Derek.
"That won't be necessary, now, Paul." The Director said, casting a meaningful look at the man. Gulping, the man apologized then slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"Daddy, why did that man have a syringe? Where am I?" Emma asked, scared and confused. Her hands clutching her father's small frame and her face buried in his chest, his wiry black hair tickling the top of her head .
Gently laying his hand on either side of her face, the Director waited until her eyes glazed over.
"Was that really necessary, Sir?" Derek asked, his face an expressionless mask.
Dropping his hands from Emma's face, the Director turned to Derek. "Everything I do to her is necessary, Derek. If putting her under a compulsion will ensure her safety and the safety of the information in her head then I will do whatever's necessary to make sure it stays safe, and that she doesn't remember. As someone who stands to lose a lot more if she remembers, I would learn to obey better."
Standing, the Director brushed off his pants, and headed for the door, leaving a warning and an order.
"Remember, Derek, you’re the reason she's here. If you don't want her to find out, I suggest you do as I say."
After the Director had left, Derek walked over to the spell-induced Emma, sitting down and gently pulling her into his lap. He stroked her hair, softly whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," unshed tears gathered in his eyes while Emma's eyes stared emptily at the wall.
i hate having to do the planning!!!