Frozen Reality for Money

Chapter 8: Identity

"I killed Morticia with my own hands... She had deliciously sweet blood. I hoped to steal more than just her skin"
I looked around in a hurry. To my surprise,
I was alone.
I mustn't be mental. There was not a single soul around. If there was, it would have been my imagination again, as I suffer the loss of my sanity. I believed I was imagining that nobody was here before, but now I understand the tearing truth. I was in this alone. Now I just wished I would make all the right choices. This was quite terrible. I started by investigating the area where everything was blocked off. I found a camouflaging switch among the walls. As expected, I flicked it on. I waited for a few moments but nothing seemed to change. Perhaps it was broken or a fake. As I was leaving the spot, the wall nearby lit up and hundreds of capsules emerged from the surface. They contained one thing only; dead bodies of humans. Yes, this time it was humans. I tightened my jaw. "No, I'm not doing this right now" I mumbled. All the capsules had labelled seals on them. Maybe it was right to check them all out? I tiptoed towards the blue sickening capsules. They bubbled at my sight, ever so viciously. I had no idea of who or what these people were but now I had to read at least one label. The first capsule had the name of Nathalie Hawkings, Number 063. Birth & Death: 3200, 3230. "One of the older ones," I muttered to myself. "Cause of death: Cursed soul" I chuckled lightly at the words of "cursed soul". "Sure that's the 'cause' of Nathalie's death".  But why was she cursed?If that was even possible. Well this was a mystery problem I had to solve now. I couldn't escape this place anyways. Wasting my time on wandering around these capsules was better than sitting down doing nothing and rotting to death with no purpose in life. Everytime I thought about 'life' Caleb came to mind. Him warning me... it plays in my head, over and over again. Him saying that this wasn't reality. Only if he caught up to me in time, only that, only that. I created too much of a life to just leave the house, my dog and Harry. But... I didn't know how much time I had left to live so if I wanted answers, these capsules would be a start. The next capsule read "Christopher Lance, Number 084. Cause of death: Murder. Birth & Death: 3204, 3230" This man was frozen thousands of years ago... This only meant that this organisation started around the late 1900s or below. I moved on next after next. All had experienced terror... decapitated, heart attack, unknown illness, suicide, etc. This made me think how lucky I was to still be standing even after I was supposed to die. I didn't expect myself to be talking this way, ever. Harry earned just about average and the wealthy always criticise us. I hated living poorer than the riches and my hatred grew into greed.  Only now I realised my life wasn't perfect because I imagined it wasn't. Then I also realised that the death years were all one after another like a lifeline. I didn't think about this much but I kept it as an information. I continuously checked every label and on every capsule. A few were missing how they died but I was sure every one of their names were still intact. I came across a young woman named Morticia Goodwill. What caused her death was unknown. This had me confused. Her name was oddly familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where I could remember it from. At this moment, I wasn't able to think straight. Her name rang a bell and a memory opened in my mind. It was the same woman from the capsule standing in front... and another woman who looked awfully similar to her. They were sharing a conversation I couldn't hear of. I wasn't sure what was happening but I could see that they were not happy. Their quarrel went on for a long time before one threw a glass bottle at Morticia. The bottle shattered at Morticia's head and knocked her unconscious. Then the woman violently grabbed a knife in a hurry. She stabbed Morticia as her blood spewed everywhere. The woman scooped a handful of her blood and drank it. "This quenches my thirst... I can finally take your life Morticia, I'm YOU now!" I could suddenly hear the woman speak. She proceeded to take out the knife and slash a cut on Morticia's neck. "I... haven't lost yet..." She croaked. "I will escape this fake world..." Her last words coiled up in her mouth as her eyes went dull. She was pronounced dead. The one who was supposed to die lived and the one who was supposed to live died.