"I'll ask again Laurali. How are you?"
“Stop that!” I screamed, embarrassed by how weak I sounded, not like a fighter at all. I just sounded afraid. I tried to regain a calmer disguise. “Don't talk to me through my head. I don't care how much power you have around here, just don't do that.”
He smiled and I knew that I had lost the first fight.
I'll make you a deal, Laurali. Let me give you a tour of this place, show you my plans, maybe get a little contribution, and I'll get out of your head. Permanently.
That deal sounded too good to be true, but he couldn't be the face behind every voice that I had heard in the past six years, however long it had or hadn't been. It didn't stop me from agreeing to his deal.
“Brilliant.” Sam smiled at me, the smile that could steal and destroy the hearts of a thousand girls. “You might also be wondering what's wrong with your face while you're here.”
I nodded. “Normally, when there is blood and excruciating pain in your face, you get a little curious about what happened.”
He laughed but stopped quickly, handing something flat and oval shaped with a reflective surface towards me. A mirror. “Take a look.”
There was something too bright, too menacing, and too psychotic, about his voice that made me hesitate until curiosity took over. I glanced down at the mirror and quickly back up. He had a grin on his face that reminded me of the demon man in the hospital even though he had never allowed that expression to appear upon his face.
On his right cheek, on the left side of his face when I looked at him, was the scar. It was faint but I could see it clearly because the same one now decorated my cheek. It was a cross, one line running from his temple to just beneath the corner of his mouth, the other line going between the corners of his nose to a little below his ear. I now had the same one, bloody and painful, since someone had cut it onto my face with a knife.
Sam was still grinning as I walked over to him and slammed my fist against his scarred cheek.
“I'll make you another deal, Laurali,” he said when he recovered, a hand clutched against the side of his face.
“What?” I struggled to speak: the cut side of my face was completely numb and there was a type of gauze covering it.
“Behave or I'll ram the knife they cut your face with into your chest, deal?”
“Deal,” I replied weakly.
“On this floor, we keep an eye on everything. When I say everything, I mean everything.”
Sam had started the grand tour of the usurped Government building. I had never been inside of any fine piece of modern architecture before so I was focusing more on how the glass panels were made to curve into pillars instead of where the demons used the brains and eyes of the Stolen children to see what they were seeing. If I wasn't too contempt with trying to appear uninterested in every word that came out of Sam's mouth, I would admit to being impressed.
“And here, Laurali, is where we keep the Experiments.”