Snippet #1956448

Everleigh stayed quiet, casting her dark gaze around the room. She ignored the boy who had spoken to her, her throat couldn't deal with him right now. She didn't even look at the new girl, with brown hair, or the small 8 year old. However, she did focus her attention to Lyda. Everleigh didn't feel like talking to other other lonals, or listening to them. She knew what this was: a test to see how lonals could act with one another after being imprisoned for so long; or if they would be the "savages" the scientists always said they were to be. Suddenly, Everleigh snarled to herself, irritation in her eyes.

Her mind wandered across the group, realizing more were to come. How many others would she have to deal with? She counted six guards in the room, that meant at least two more were to come. She stood up and began pacing the length of the room, her pugnicious behavior getting the best of Everleigh. Everleigh's hair whipped around her face as she stalked back and forth across the room before she rudely shoved past a guard. Everleigh was known for this behavior of indecency, so the guard quickly took the butt of his hand gun and used it to strike Everleigh across the face.

From the force, Everleigh fell to her knees and spat blood; black blood. Her spine jutted out from the thin fabric of her clothing and she shuddered. She breathed heavily, then slowly, calming herself. She was put back into her place; she was no longer fiery. This was how Everleigh was trained to calm down: physical abuse. She slowly stood up, already a purple mark forming on her cheek and she went back to her corner, and sat down... as if nothing had happened.