Alive

Chapter Three: A Way Out

Chapter Three: A Way Out

Over the next couple of days he was put through the same tests and trials he was given food which was almost like sludge, and almost tasted like it too, expect for a small amount of flavor which tasted fake. He felt like it was making no difference to how they thought about him. They treated him as if he was an experiment, that had no feelings, and only called him Peter because there boss had told them to. He didn't even get given a last name but all he wanted to do is find some way to get out of here.  

They brought him in a new bed every so often because he seemed to break everyone he had been given. Sometimes they broke in the middle of the night while he was sleeping and the scientists had to hurry in and bring him another. It was quite annoying as he never got a proper nights sleep. Though he knew they were watching his every move. 

Everyone thought he was a good little experiment who did all the tests that they told him too, and he was the only one who knew that he was lulling them into a false sense of security. He had a small plan of the building mapped in his mind as he could somehow remember all the passages he had seen so far; still not seeing one fire exit or anything. Which made it a little bit more difficult for him to devise a way to get out.

He sat there on the cold hard metal floor not bothering with his bed anymore because nothing would work for him or make him comfy. He knew that the boss was coming today and he would know the map of the whole building and maybe he could tell him where the exits were or even maybe he could trick them into telling about himself, and who he was. 

He was waiting hearing drops coming from other rooms probably hooked up to another patient who was slowly dying from the possible side effects from these experiments; which made him a little sad. 

He moved a little bit uncomfortably as he heard the footsteps coming from down the hall. He could hear the rattling from the keys, and then the keys being put in the door, the door being unlock, the man pushing the door open. 

One of the bodyguards Frank came in. Peter could tell this guard didn't like him, he didn't know why, he hadn't of done anything too him. 

"Where are you taking me today?" he said leaning down to lay flat on the floor. 

Frank huffed, buffing out his chest showing his muscles through his shirt. Peter rolled his eyes "Whats wrong with telling me?" he asked again pushing on with the subject. 

"I'm not aloud to tell you!" Frank grumbled not giving in to his question. Peter could tell by the guards basic movements that he wasn't in a good mood. 

"Why not?" he said bored with Franks anxiety, he wasn't afraid of how the guard would react, he wasn't aloud to hurt him unless for defense. 

"I told you." the guard breathed under his breath looking more tense then before. 

He laughed while lying on the floor looking away from Frank. It was funny how sensitive he was to everything and everyone. His eyes fell, the laughter died, he wasn't sure if he used to be like that or if he knew what he was like before. Peter didn't expect for him to probably turn out this way, or maybe he knew what this whole thing was about. 

A couple of minutes continued by with Frank standing there nervously checking the clock every now and then. 

Peter was the one who heard them coming before the guard did and sat up jerkily. The guard heard the footsteps a little bit after and stood up straighter than before. 

As Peter watched the short stubby man known as Dr. Red came in with at least five guards with him. He knew what he was going to be doing today was not going to be very pleasant. He could feel his own heart beating with an undesirable feeling of nervousness.