We All Fall Down

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     "Wake up," Tara's voice calls to me, although I am unsure of where it is coming from. "Wake up," she says again.

      I open my eyes and see that Tara is leaning over me. "How long have I been out?" I ask, remembering the events that took place before I passed out.

      "A couple of hours. You're lucky that you passed out, as soon as you were out a bunch of guards ambushed the building and got all of the other test subjects back, give or take a few. Those who weren't test subjects before, like Abby, or Cary, are now prisoners, although it's not that different from how we are treated," she says.

      "Is that all?" I ask, trying to process what she just said.

      "No," she says and avoids eye contact with me.

      "What?" I ask her, "Nothing could be worse then what already happened," I say.

      "They think that you are the reason that this all happened, at sunset you are going to be killed, and everyone is going to watch," she says.

      I jump up, ignoring the pounding pain in my skull. "What!?" I scream, not believing what she just said. "Wait, where is Marcus?" I ask her, looking around, seeing that we are back into a cell.

      "Right now, they are probably rebranding him, this time making it more permanent. They already rebranded us," she says and pulls up her long sleeve to show her arm, which now has a tattoo on it, saying in bold black letters, Subject B-193; Escaped.

      I pull up my sleeve and read mine, Subject A-486; Escaped. Soon to be killed. "We need to get out of here," I say to her.

      "We can't. They put a drug in all of us that basically takes away all of our energy so that it would be impossible for us to escape," she says and looks sad. "We can't escape this time, this is it."

      "It can't be," I say to her. "We have to find a way, I don't want to die in here," I say to her and start to cry. "Did they tell you how I was going to be killed?" I ask her, hoping that it will be quick.

      "Yea and it's pretty bad," she says and looks at me. "They said that they were going to give you a drug that will increase the pain, and then they are going to beat you until they decide that it has been enough, and to finish you off they are going to pull out a gunshot and shoot you in the stomach and watch you bleed out," she says and starts to cry herself. "I'm sorry."

      I look at the gray ceiling. "How long do we have until sunset?" I ask her, hoping that it is hours away.

      "It's time," a deep voice to the side says. "Come on, both of you."

      I cry harder, then force myself to stop and look at the person that will bring me to my death. A man with tan skin, looking about forty or fifty years old, is standing there with a pair of handcuffs in his hand, gun sticking out of his pocket.

      "Stand up!" he screams and opens the door, pulling Tara out, then doing the same with me. He puts the handcuffs around my wrists, putting them on way to tight so that they will pinch me. "Come on," he says and pushes us, almost tripping me.

      He leads us into a room which is filled with everyone who was in the safe house with us, and more. I spot Marcus in the stands, who is having to be held back by a man in black. Tara is pulled away from me and forced to sit with everyone else to watch my death.

      "Tara," I say quietly, not having any energy to resist them. "I didn't do this," I say, looking around as I am being dragged to the center of the room.

      The man handcuffs me to a pole in the center which is thick at the top, so that I cannot escape. He looks at me that smirks, and I know that he will enjoy my death.

     "Alright," a tall, tan man with defined muscles says. "Let's begin."