Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Emili's brows lifted at Shepard's proposal. He knew how to make her talk properly. She glanced down at the ground for a moment, the thoughts of trusting this man ran through her mind. She didn't remember anything about anyone here. How could she trust them? For all she knew, they were all enemies and they were luring her in to a trap. Yet she felt familiarity to these people. They would not hurt her on purpose. They were all united in their goal to save her mysterious William. Emili would have made a soft sigh if she could, but without lungs, she did not. Her soft blue eyes made their way back to Shepard's face. "Very well. You fix speech. I talk better. Yes?"

Shaking softly to himself, William lay on his rock solid bed. They had left him alone for the past hour. Apprehension and exhaustion filled his mind. Despite having lapsed in to a dreamless sleep for a short while, he was still tired beyond belief. Never had he felt so drained. Not even after his fail-safe on Cape Ironia nor when he had just gotten out of surgery. He'd only been in this torture house for about half a day now and he had completely lost track of time. He felt as if he had been trapped here his entire life.
A voice sounded outside his cell and he flinched. Not again! Not so soon! They had just tortured him, wasn't that enough for one day? He tried to block out the voice thinking it was that same cold man that always visited. Yet the voice that he heard was soft, indifferent, but soft. Opening his brown eyes and turning over, William looked as the door opened. He would have raced to the door and shoved whoever it was out of the way to make his escape, but he could barely control his limbs as it was. They felt like dead weights on his shoulders.
The body that accompanied the voice was that of a small slight female. Her slightly wavy hair was a soft shade of brown streaked with slightly blonde color.s She was clothed in a sort of robe, the kind that you wear at the doctor's office. William was wearing one himself. She wore a pair of white socks on her feet that smothered her footfalls to the point that it made no sound. With arms folded behind her, she approached. William tensed as she drew slowly closer.
A voice sounded behind her, the same as the one that enjoyed torturing him, "Good evening WC-1863! What a day you've had. Its a wonder you managed to make it through without something in your head snapping. Your generation was a resilient one, I'll give you that." Stepping in to the light of William's cell the man made his appearance. He was a short unimpressive him. His back hunched and a pair of coke bottle glasses that made his eyes look way to large for his head. He wore a pair of brown kaki pants and a button up blue shirt. Over that he wore a lab coat with some some sort of clip on badge on his chest. The top of his head was bald but he had wild hair extending from behind his ear and the back of his head. His mouth pulled up in to a clownish grin as he stepped further in to the room. If William were to ever think that someone could torture him to the point of tears, it certainly wouldn't have been this guy. If anything he would have imagined his father.
The hunched man shuffled further in to the room and gestured toward the girl, "I'd like you to meet AS-0921. She's been here with us for years. She just loves her daily treatments," he turned to her, "Don't you AS?" At the sound of his voice the woman flinched. William's browns furrowed. "She was the top competitor of her training. The rest of the AS's never stood a chance against her. Of course her generation was... Faulty, so we were forced to terminate the AS project. We kept 0921 around because had the AS's ever been battle ready, she certainly would have been the one. She's a lot like you WC. I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about." The man's clownish grin grew before he turned away laughing. He left the room and closed the door behind him.
William was left alone with the girl and with no idea what to do. He cleared his throat softly and sat up on his bed. His brown eyes studied the girl. He noted that as soon as the man left, she seemed less tense, but more aware. Her eyes were trained on William. Cold, and now that he got a look at them they were a brilliant shade of hazel. William's mouth twitched, but he said nothing. In fact, neither of them said nothing. William turned and lay back down on the bed. To heck with it, if she wasn't here to actually talk to him, then he'd like to get some sleep before that crazy old man came back for more 'fun'.
As his brown as fluttered shut, he heard the girl's soft voice say, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ghost Town. I've heard a lot about you. Don't call me AS please. My name is Dany."

"Failsafe." She whispered as she took in the scar on his chest. She closed the small space between them and her fingers traced the scar-tissue. Her mind pieced that by failsafe, he meant he didn't do what someone wanted, and because of that, this was a mean to hurt him, or dispose of him. So to not make it uncomfortable, she removed her hand and took a step back. "The outside. I'm sure it's different. You say it's not, but to me, it has to be." Her small voice almost sounded like a child, realizing their parents were serious when she couldn't have candy before dinner. "Everyday here is the same, the treatments, the voices, the cruelness, it's all the same. You're going to tell me that you're treated like this everyday on the outside? Oh, I doubt that." Again, she stared at him, trying to take in any emotion he could put forth, it was odd, not having someone hurt her for 'fun'. "Tell me, are you close with anyone on the outside? Friends?" This Ghost Town seemed like an okay sort, he wasn't as, closed off, as she'd imagined. She only knew of him from what she could overhear. No one was really hush hush when just speaking. After all, what harm could she do? She was only trapped, only here for them to toy with.