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The pain was becoming a
little too much for me to handle; I looked to a tray and table that was on the
side of the gurney. Inside the tray was various bloody surgical instruments and
several injectors—a few already been used--a bottle to the side of all of the
injections read '(RS)-2-(2-Chlorophenyl)-2-(methyl-amino) cyclohexanone’ I did
not know what this was but looking at the little bottle, much of it has already
been used. I figured that this already has been used by me so at this point I
figured that there was nothing to lose.
I fumbled my hands towards
one of the injectors but it was hard to keep my hands steady but over time I
had my hands on the injector and the unknown liquid. Placing the needle within
the bottle I heard more noises around me; looking around I noticed that more of
the doors to the cryogenic coffins were opening and the tables that the bodies
were on were slowly approaching the rest of the world.
I immediately took the needle
and stabbed it into my side near my massive cut that I had supposedly made—that
was my best guess—and relief overcame my body almost instantly. I threw the
injector to the side as I was trying to maintain my balance on the ground, my
feet grew numb and in a short time the rest of my body did as well. The floor moved
from beneath my feet knocking me down to the ground and the gurney wheeled away
from me.
I woke up in a sweat when I
came back to the real world. I noticed that from my placement I tried to make
my way to the door again because I was nearer to it than I was before but my
body gave up before it had the chance to touch the doorknob. The pain in my
side was gone again as before but since I had control over my body and
everything else I could only figure it to be wearing off fully fairly soon. I
moved my body a little to sit myself up—the door was about three feet behind me
now—looking forward everything seemed to be in the same positions as I left
them. Everything seemed foggy like steam was settled on my eyes as like it does
to a window. My body broke out in a sweat as the lights flickered and
failed.
There were no bodies out on
any of the tables that were out of all of the cryogenic coffins that were
around me but there were still a good dozen of the doors that were still
closed. One thing that I did see that stood out from the others was something
that made me think of a big black shadow that was in one of the corners of the
room. After a few more seconds of examining the object that stood no the other
side of the room I noticed that it in fact had its own shadow. Long stringy
black fibers hung from every inch of the figure and even though this object was
more than just a shadow, it looked as if it was just some two dimensional
object. I couldn't see its head because it was hunched over showing some large
deformation on its back but I could tell that this was not just some ordinary
being.
As it breathed in and out I
could hear some sort of wheeze; it had a hard time breathing and I almost
wanted to help but something was just plain off with it. I could have sworn
that I was in a dream; everything seemed to float around me and I felt weightless
when I got up to my feet. As I got up to take a few cautious steps to the
figure it started to sway back and forth. I began to hear a soft beating 'pump
pump, pump pump'; it sounded fairly week at first but as the minutes passed I
was able to figure out what it was.
When I was fairly young my
father took me to work with him whenever my mother was visiting her sister
during the weekend. All of us kept to ourselves, away from the
community and tended to our family as a whole; my parents taught me to
never trust the hearts of men, they prey to deceive. No one else was able to
see the inner workings of our family and to be honest—it was comforting.
Because of my fathers job he always carried a stethoscope with him and on the
long nights when he was highly involved with work he gave me his own personal
stethoscope. I placed it against my father’s chest from time to time to hear a
soft beating of a heart renounce itself from the inner cavity of his body.
Constant fluid beats
resonated out from within him and into my ears like it was the soft music of
the living—chills rolled down my spine from my satisfaction. My father soon
pointed out to me that I, my very solid self, also had this soft music within
me. He placed it against my chest but I could not hear any music as I did hear
within my father. It felt cold and thick as ice as if it was from every piece
of darkness that you could find on the planet. In reality nothing was wrong, I
couldn't hear the music that I longer for that dwelled within my father and
that worried me. It worried me to such a certain point that it began to control
my life; I grew motionless and unsettled in the brightness of everyday to a
certain point that it sickened me but no one could recognize this.
That cold and strained heartbeat
that echoed through the air sounded as if it was my own sick self revealing to
the world that I was no longer sane. I could hear the blood rush in and out as
if it was right next to my ear as tearing ensued within the heart to make a
soft drip that I could hear on the floor beneath me and as I looked repeatedly
beneath me it was as if my face was bleeding but no opening could be found. As
a few more steps proceeded towards the dark figure it began to stir more and
the rushing of blood onto the floor trickled even faster as if it was pouring
from the walls but it was anything but. Like a storm drain overflowing, little
drainage holes on the floor poured bright crimson liquid—the smell of it flowed
through my nostrils and it was a solid fact that I was now standing in
blood.
When I looked back up the
figure had now turned to be what I could figure to be looking at me. All I
could see was black and the swaying motions of the figure to sway the loose
clothing on it back and forth through the air. A bright light began to appear
from the figure and then another two; no reflection shined off from the light,
just solid, empty darkness. I then began to notice that two of the smaller
lights were eyes as the third larger one was a mouth all in their appropriate
places. The mouth grew larger and the bright white light from the eyes grew in
intensity. The figure started to tilt its head back, straightening out its
spine to begin to grow higher in stature then a piercing noise echoed out from
its mouth.
A loud high-pitched squeal of
a thousand mourning screams nearly paralyzed my body to leave me motionless but
I covered my ears milliseconds before it began. I turned around to look back at
the exit and the rather large doors remained shut but it was my only exit so I
began to charge at it to take a full blow through my body. As I ran towards it
blood splashed around me and all over my body to leave me covered in red and by
the time that I reached the door I could say that I was soaked in it. A loud
clinging occurred as I collided with the door but I knew that I was able to
break through and within seconds I found myself on the floor trying to get up
as the blood began to flow outside of the room.
From where I was at I could
take off in any of the three other direction around me but the one that stood
out to me was in front of me due to a rather large winding staircases heading
up to another level. I began to run up the stairs as I looked behind me to see
the figure limping towards while sending out screeches of self-loathing and
agony. No lights were on in the hallways leaving everything pitch black but
because of the bright lights of the pursuer behind me I could see a fair amount
of distance in front of me but only if I remained in the sight of my
pursuer.
I was left with a difficult
situation that could possibly leave me with one outcome and that was to remain
close to my pursuer in order to move forward and away from that same pursuer. I
could only hope that with no knowledge of where I was going I would not find
myself in a dead end. This would most likely be a very dangerous strategy but
as I reached the top of the staircase not able to see anything I was certain
that it had to be done.
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