What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

What Happens To Those Who Run

After he had thrown us against the wall, I had no more fight or courage left I'm me. I guess all that was left to do was wait and accept what happens to us. He barricaded the door, then left us in the room, it had been 15 minutes, since we tried to run and he hasn't been back, although we could hear him doing something outside the door. Every once in a while we'll hear him muttering about purity and perfection and how he ruined something. We also can hear a sound that's similar to a drill being used and scratching. Not like your scratching a bug bite on your arm, it's more like metal being dragged across wood or a rock of some sort. "What did you see on his mask?" I ask Chelsey as we sit in the corner of the room farthest from the door. I knew it was a sensitive question, but I had to ask. "I saw me...except I had white skin, emotionless eyes and cuts all over my cheeks," she whispers, rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry, Chelse, that sounds like what I saw, except it was a boy from school," I apologize and wrap my arms around her comfortingly. After another 15 minutes go by, the door opens and the man has a black duffel bag in his hand, I realize it's the same one as the one he had in his hand when he first came here. "Well girls, since you tried to run I've decided to do the opposite of what I had planned, at first I was going to go easy on you, but that's changed," he says with a little bit of anger in his voice. "Please don't hurt us! We're only 15! Please!" Chelsey begs him. "You both are so weak, so so weak, you don't even know what real fear is," he says, completely ignoring Chelsey's request. He puts his bag down and pulls out a vial with clear liquid in it, then he pulls out a syringe. Popping open the vial, he dips the syringe in and pulls the plunger up, sucking the liquid into it. He taps the side of the syringe giving it a little shake, then he advances towards us, "Hold out your arms," he orders us while sticking a large needle into the tip of the syringe. We obey sticking out our left arm. He comes toward me then kneels down and pushes the needle into my arm, gently until it has punctured the skin, he pushes the plunger down until half the liquid is  gone. I start to feel lethargic then pass out, the last thing I see before falling unconscientious is Chelsey falling beside me after he gives her the rest of the fluid. Slowly, my eyes open and I remember where I am and the situation we are in. I look at the man who is sitting across from me and scream. His face had black holes for eyes and his mouth was smiling evilly and green wisps were coming from it. Whatever he gave us must have caused this, because now everywhere I looked everything was scary, except for Chelsey she was normal. The desk in the room also had an evil face and was on fire. Chelsey wakes up, and looks at the man and screams just like I did. "What?! Why does everything look so horrible?!" Chelsey exclaims freaking out. "What I gave you two is a fluid that alters your vision so it makes everything look as it does to you now," the man answers calmly, his face not changing at all. "You sick fudge! Why would you do this to innocent people?!" Chelsey yells, fudge is her substitute word so she doesn't cuss. "I never said I did this to multiple people, now did I?" he replies smugly. "By the way you act and do this, it makes it seem like you have experience doing this kind of stuff to people," I say grimly. "For the weakling that you are, you sure are smart, now no more talking there's work to be done and I need to concentrate," he says.