The Rhyme of the Crows

~~"One for sorrow,
two for mirth,
three for funeral,
four for birth,
five for silver,
six for gold,
and seven for a secret never to be told."~~
Then the screams started.

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5. Chapter 5

 "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for funeral, four for birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told."

 I looked up and saw black hooded figures inside my testing room. I screamed, then one of them stuffed something in my mouth. It was ball shaped and the straps wrapped around my head, and they locked it in the back. My screams were muffled, and they started to unstrap my body from the table. After they undid my legs I kicked one of them in the face, but another grabbed my legs and held them down.

  "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for funeral, four for birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told."

 They undid my arms and held them at my sides too. I kept screaming, and they tied a black cover over my eyes. I could feel them taking me off the table, so I jostled and kicked, trying to get away from their grasp. It didn't work.

 "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for funeral, four for birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told." 

 They forced me to the ground, on my knees. They wrenched my arms behind my back and tied them there. I tried to break them off, but it wouldn't budge. They tied another cloth around my arms, shoulders, and chest, keeping my arms in place. I struggled, and I fell to the floor, face first. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and they brought me back up into the kneeling position.

 "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for funeral, four for birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told."

 They tied a rope around my ankles, then one around my thighs. I couldn't move. I tried, but it didn't work, so I tried again. And again. And again. And again. I'm not going to admit defeat. I screamed again, so loudly that I thought my throat was going to collapse and my voice would break and the cloths would shatter. But it didn't. I felt them tie something small around my wrist. It felt like a bracelet. Then something went around my neck, not tight enough to choke, but it felt like a collar. I heard laughter. The taste of bile filled my mouth as a large hand groped my chest. I wanted to scream, call for help, kill them, do anything to make this stop. One of them put headphones over my ears, and I could hear nothing. I want to get out. I want this to stop. I want to die.

 "One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for funeral, four for birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told."

 Someone strong picked me up by my arms. They were strong enough to lift my small frame. I heard the opening of a door, probably the one with the red square, and walking. They carried me, then I was lifted into something. It was big enough to fit me, but small enough to contain me. There was a rumble that echoed throughout the place. I was in a vehicle. I'd never been in one; they were scarce in my city. They were taking me somewhere other than my city. Is this how you get to your new city? No, my caretakers described theirs as magical. In a flying machine, seeing all the cities from the air. Fizzy drinks and melty candy. This wouldn't happen in magical places. 

 The space is still rumbling. It has been for the past hour, or two, or ten. I stopped counting at one. Suddenly it stopped. I fell over, my face hitting something rough. The doors were wrenched open, and someone grabbed my ropes, carrying me. They kept carrying me as my headphones fell off. I hear voices in the distance. A metal cage swinging open, then another cage swinging too. The sound of a door opening, then another metal cage. I was set on the ground, and someone slit the cloths and ropes holding me together. The blindfold slid off my eyes.

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