She had only moved into this attic a few days ago, and she was already getting used again to the noise of the large city outside and the muffled sounds of her neighbours. It reminded her of her boarding house in her student days, where it had made reading and studying quite a challenge after the quiet solicitude of their country house. It was the connection to her dad's friend from Hong Kong that had enabled her to lease such a nice roomy attic.
The room was easily large enough to hold a bed, a desk for writing and a little kitchen. And there was plenty of space left for her collection of books and papers. Remarkably, there was a door to the attic of the neighbouring house, her landlord explained to her that it was the way to flee if a fire were to break out on the stairs or one of the floors below her. It was a nice place, and she really liked the feel of it.
On her third evening in the city, a furious thunderstorm shook the windows of her room. Flash after flash lightened up her room, and the roof directly over her head vibrated with the thunder. Adison was sitting at her desk, still dressed but thinking of calling it a day.
The thunder started her musing about weather in the country, and she remembered walking out with her father, in the drenching rain with their umbrella's fighting to stay whole in the gusts of wind that a thunderstorm inevitably brings with it. She remembered standing on the hill with her dad, watching the bolts of lightning above the village in the valley nearest to them. It must have been quite a dangerous thing to do but she never felt scared, nor did her father ever show any sign of fear. Her mum never went on any of these excursions, but she didn't try to forbid them either. She trusted her husband not to risk his life or his daughter's.
Suddenly, a different sound breaks through the noise of the thunderstorm. Adison immediately realizes this is not a natural sound. It is a humming sound, the sound of something metal vibrating. It seems to be coming from the attic next door.
She puts on her slippers and moves towards the door. Listening with her ear against the wall reveals even more noises. Some machine in there makes the humming noise, and nearly covered by the sound of the raging thunderstorm she now hears a crackling sound as well. The air in her room is full of static energy.
A deafening crash in the building next door shocks her out of her curiosity into fear. Clearly, lightning has struck part of the building! She wonders whether she'll be safe where she is, in the attic room very close to the striking point, with the windows opening on a three story drop, and a long stairwell her only road to safety.
No sounds of a fire or alarming smells follow, so she decides it is safe to remain where she is for the time being. But this thought again is interrupted by the awful, heart-rending scream of a human in dire need.
Another such scream follows, and another one. Someone is being tortured on the other side of the wall, maybe dying. And nobody has heard it except for her. She's heard that a weird doctor owns the building next door, and nobody has ever been in his house. She is amazed that she can hear the sounds in the neighbour's property so loudly.
Another heart-rending scream breaks the noise of the thunderstorm. The screams frighten her, but they also touch that place inside her where her compassion lies, her pity stirring to life with a vengeance. Why doesn't anybody help this man who is screaming in such need? What is that doctor doing, shouldn't he be curing his patient instead of torturing him?
Her need to do something rising above her fear, Adison examines the door in front of her. A feeling of wonder comes over her when she finds a small knothole just a bit higher up than she can reach. Quickly, she fetches a chair, and hitching up her full skirts she climbs on it. Looking through the hole she sees a rather large, dimly lit space with a lot of weird stuff in it. Some kind of machinery, undoubtedly the source of the humming noise she heard earlier.
The smell of ozone is overpowering, even through that small hole. Another scream catches at her throat, grabbing her attention to the victim of the torture. He is standing up, not constricted, but unspeakable things have clearly been done to him. He is naked and covered in blood running from a long cut that slashes his body from right to left and straight down his chest over his stomach, with more bleeding slashes criss-crossing his head.
The slashes appear to have been stitched up in a makeshift way.
He does not seem to be mortally injured to Adison's trained eye, but the continuing heart-rending screams attest to his suffering. He must be injured on the inside as well, is Adison's instant surmise. She can see no-one else in the room, until she follows the tortured man's line of sight and sees a man hiding behind a thick door, peeping through a tiny barred window in it.
The weirdness of it all is drowned out by another heart-rending scream of the victim, and Adison can no longer stand her own inactivity. On impulse, she wrenches the door open and runs toward the bleeding figure still standing and still screaming as if his insides are torn loose. Coming ever closer she understands why the other person present might be cowering behind a door, the victim is a powerful man and clearly beyond self control by what seems to be excruciating pain. But Adison was never easily scared, and her strong feeling of pity keeps her moving towards him. She needs to comfort him, and she needs to find a way to end, or at least relieve, his suffering somehow.
And with no concern for her own safety or for what the blood might do to her dress, she reaches for the man, to let him know help is near and ask him what he is suffering from.
As soon as he feels her gentle touch, the stricken man turns to face her, his eyes grabbing hold of her in a strange yellow glare. His bloody hands grope towards her, a terrifying sight, but Adison recognizes the need in his gesture and meets him with her arms open, welcoming him, offering him relief. The moment her arms have closed on him his frenzy seems to leave him, taking his strength with it. He crumples at her feet, his body spent, his agony silenced.
Feeling him breathing heavily in her arms, small convulsions the only other movement in his body, Adison feels his need for another human being to hold him. Her instincts tell her he needs her close and quiet for now, and she decides to follow them and just be with him for now. Treatment can wait a little longer.
