The Chip

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

I wake up on the metal table like before, however this time I have my clothes on. I also have a pounding headache that feels like a bad hangover. I assume this is because of the gas.

"Good morning" The robotic voice comes on again and I inwardly sigh. Are we seriously starting this again?

"Today is day two of tests. Please follow the flashing arrows to the examination area"

This time I'm not getting knocked out by the gas again. It's better to just see whoever is doing this to me.

I feel a shock on my wrist and I look down and notice a black flashing under my skin. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!?! NO. I force myself to breathe in and out and control the anger. I'm going to have to get in control of my emotions if I'm going to get through this thing alive.

I feel a coldness in my wrist and in a few seconds the headache subsides. Thank God. I was never good with hangovers anyways. (We've all done our share of underage drinking. Don't even deny it)

Another shock from my wrist jolts me out of my thoughts.

"Please follow the flashing arrows to the examination area"

I get up off of the table and stretch out my back. Sleeping on metal is not fun.

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The flashing arrows, guide me through a long, winding corridor. At the end of it, there's a wall. On this wall, there is nothing but a black dot the size of my fist. (The black dot looks suspiciously like construction paper) Wow. Make me walk all this way so that I could get to a wall.

"Hold your wrist up to the wall and put it through the black circle." Okay... (I idly wonder where the speakers are for this thing)

I do as the voice tells me. I lift my hand up, touching the still flashing black light under my skin. I immediately regret the decision. The skin there is still tender and pain shoots up my arm as soon as I touch it. I decide to just keep doing what the voice tells me to. Silently telling myself that if they'd wanted to kill me, they would've done it already.

I touch the black circle and it feels like this weird, watery, not completely-set jello that me and Tara made. God, I miss Tara. She's probably interrogating her own POW's in our jail cells.

I shake my head to clear thoughts of my best friend, and plunge my hand through the thick, but soft substance. I feel a tug on my hand and suddenly I'm being sucked in through the black goo but when I immerge on the other side, I'm not wet. I'm dry as ever and there's something I wasn't expecting to see.

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