Snippet #1832068

The Cook:

"Lollipops it is." The ceiling door opened and the crate was extracted from the sizable hole. "Enjoy." Suddenly, she spoke and asked, "Tell me, Caitlyn, how ever do you eat so many lollipops? They are quite unhealthy for you if you eat a lot of them. Isn't being unhealthy... completely, a thing you are afraid of?"

The voice then became a female hologram the same height as Caitlyn herself. She smirked and stood before her wearing a chef's outfit with a blank name tag. "Here is... motivation. You know, to get you started?" Her hand touched Caitlyn's face, but there was nothing to feel for she wasn't there for real.

"We live in 2012. Do you see our technology?" She looked at the other two girls and then to Caitlyn once more. "Technology that already exists. I can change the room and its temperature with the push of a button, yet you are not cured? Tell me. Would you like to make that 100% healthy mark if you win this?"

She turned to Kristin without letting Caitlyn answer. "You. You are a fighter. Not that of the fists and kicks, but of the mind. Tell me if I am wrong. Tell me if I get this wrong when I say... you sometimes wish people would leave you alone, that you would never again be bullied. How would you feel if you were never to see another foster home so as long as you lived? If you would be provided house and home with no worries of bills and mortgages and the same for the children you may or may not want to conceive or adopt?"

"Eden. The quiet child of them all. You want freedom for life. Sure, you have it now, but no one's freedom is forever. You know that. Don't you. Yours can be, though. You can smile and you can mope, you can run, but you can't hide. You can breathe in, but tell me... are you always going to breathe out?" The Cook walked under the opened ceiling and started to fade. "Be focused... all of you. Tomorrow... we begin." She left out of sight and the lights grew dim.