Dead Parade

The Doughnuts!

Notice: This is a very important chapter. This chapter is featured in a character's point of view. The change of view does not change the entire view of the story. This story is still based off the experiences of every other character. This is also not the first and last point of view chapter, and more chapters featuring other characters' point of views will be soon to arrive.

Chapter 15

Steve's POV

3:30 P.M.

I was so confused, and dizzy. My head wasn't really comfortable either. I couldn't even open my eyes since the pain in my head was scrunching them together. I finally found the strength to open my eyes, and the light just decided to blind me. Once my vision adjusted, I was able to see clearly. I was in a lab. I looked down, and I could see that my whole body was strapped to a metal table, or this metal thing that made me look like I was standing. There were holes in it too, so it felt kind of airy. Metal latches kept my arms, legs, and body in place, and I couldn't move in any way.

The last of what I remembered was that a guard accused me of shooting the dome. But it wasn't even my fault. It was Zack's fault. He kept flirting with Abby and messed up our plan. Then he shot the dome, and he made everything worse. And in the end, I'm dragged off for something I didn't do. Abby and Anthony tried, really, but they couldn't have done anything. The guard in the suit didn't even listen to me when I tried to tell him it wasn't my fault. He based his assumption off the bullets in my pocket, obviously.  If Zack had any more bullets, they would've tried to accuse him. He must have used his last titanium bullet on the dome, and the rest were just regular copper bullets.

Then in the elevator, one of the guards hit something on my head. I'm assuming he knocked me out with his watch. That thing looked like it weighed more than me!

Let's see: there's a table to my left. It's metal, and on it is a bunch of test tubes. Maybe, if I tilt this thing that I'm on over, I can knock the table over and those liquids can melt away the metal.

Or never mind, this thing is attached to the floor. 

There was nothing in my pocket to help me, since the guards took away our weapons, and the others were down on the floor negative four. Anthony even said that it's the lowest level.

No, wait, there's a girl here, maybe she can help me!

Wait, wait wait wait wait wait. The girl is floating. In a tube. With green liquid and a few bubbles. At the corner of the room.

THERE'S A DEAD GIRL IN A TUBE IN THIS ROOM.

WAIT.

AM I DEAD TOO? IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE HEAVEN?

No no no, I can hear voices outside the door. Stupid me. There's a table in front of me, too. And there's a cup of orange juice on it. I really wish I could drink that orange juice. Suddenly I heard light footsteps from behind me. 

"I'm sorry," I heard a voice quickly say, before I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and all went dark.

***

I woke up, groggy and dizzy from what had happened earlier. It was a girl who had been talking earlier, judging by the pitch in her voice. I looked around, but there was no girl around me. In fact, there was no one around me. Even the dead girl in the tube was gone. Or maybe, she wasn't dead. Maybe she was swimming, and she quietly got out of the tube and hurt me. It felt like an injection, to be perfectly honest. 

I looked to the table in front of me, and the cup of orange juice was gone. But, there was a plate of doughnuts. I really wanted those doughnuts. I was staring at the doughnuts, then I looked over at the metal table it was placed on. For some reason, I was really focused on the small holes, just like the ones on this thing I'm stuck to.