Project Theta 27
You start running, and randomly bolt into a door to the side. It swings open, and inside you find darkness. Your eyes adjust, however, and start to make out steel bars. You think, "Are these cells?" And step closer. The sight you are confronted with almost makes you puke.
Before you lies a man. Or what is left of him. There is strange machinery around him, and it seems to be operating on him. What used to be his stomach is now an empty hole, and machines are inserting cogs and contraptions into the hole. The man whimpers weakly, and looks up at you. He seems to have no eyelids. His eyes seem to be completely dry, for they are bloodshot and unseeing.
You stand before this horrible scene for a few seconds, not sure what to do. You hear footsteps behind you, and still in shock, turn around to meet your pursuers. They walk in casually, as if not caring whether you run from them or not, like if they will eventually catch you. You now know the true meaning of fear. But this very fear is replaced by sudden hatred. Burning and cold, it pierces your soul and runs through your veins. Through clenched teeth, you ask what is behind you, in the cell. The woman simply answers, "It is one of our subjects. It has been growing weaker and weaker every passing day. He will soon die of hunger. Now will you come with us, 153815?" She had called the man an it... You felt the need to do something, to justify this. An anger as strong as steel built up in you, and you screamed at her, more animal than human. You are about to lunge at her when you see her assistant pull out a revolver. Shiny and black, he points it at your head and pulls the trigger.
Before you lies a man. Or what is left of him. There is strange machinery around him, and it seems to be operating on him. What used to be his stomach is now an empty hole, and machines are inserting cogs and contraptions into the hole. The man whimpers weakly, and looks up at you. He seems to have no eyelids. His eyes seem to be completely dry, for they are bloodshot and unseeing.
You stand before this horrible scene for a few seconds, not sure what to do. You hear footsteps behind you, and still in shock, turn around to meet your pursuers. They walk in casually, as if not caring whether you run from them or not, like if they will eventually catch you. You now know the true meaning of fear. But this very fear is replaced by sudden hatred. Burning and cold, it pierces your soul and runs through your veins. Through clenched teeth, you ask what is behind you, in the cell. The woman simply answers, "It is one of our subjects. It has been growing weaker and weaker every passing day. He will soon die of hunger. Now will you come with us, 153815?" She had called the man an it... You felt the need to do something, to justify this. An anger as strong as steel built up in you, and you screamed at her, more animal than human. You are about to lunge at her when you see her assistant pull out a revolver. Shiny and black, he points it at your head and pulls the trigger.