Shadow's Within

28 : Science is not my forte

I'm sweating. My body thickens in a splintering liquid of thick moisture. My breathing feels heavy. I scramble my eyes around only to see Chase is enjoying his nap.

Why did I dream that? I push the memory aside ages ago to let myself immerse into a new person. My chest push upright and down in a fickle. Some of the other fugitives are talking to one another. I gaze into the right corner of the hall into the direction of James Cordon but his body is unattended in his bed.

Somehow I feel relieve knowing I wouldn't see that hungry stare of his. I continue laying down my head back, looking far up. Thinking the mysterious significance of the dream.

Lately I've been shown my whole life history inside my dream. What could it mean. Does it mean I'm growing my conscious, learning who I was before I was recruited to be a human weapon.

I sat bolts straight, jumping to my feet and started moving to the door. There's no point in overthinking something that I would clearly could understand. A good walk would relieve me of my tension I've been having. As I tread, I could see a frame picture wretched in a golden shimmering flowers. The picture is being plaster into a wall on the left side. In the picture, a Hispanic man with a wide smile reside.

"Mi husband" a female voice rack beside me.

I turn to see a plump woman in a garden theme dress rearing to me. She has a pull-back amber hair.

"Where is he?" I ask

"Dead.."

"I'm sorry"

She makes a sound between a cough and a moan. I realize she's actually holding her tears.

"Oi woman!" a sturdy tone erect. "Enough of your cryin! Some of us needs our rest!" the voice sounds English.

"I cry if I want to!" she retorts

"God! This is mental!" the man glower. "This is what I get for travelling half the world to avoid my stale life!"

"Idiota!"

The man didn't respond, clearly annoyed.

"Eiya, that was bad" another man juncture. He's black with no hair, pure balding head. "That Englishman very rude"

I leave them to their own accordance and continue my walk. This time I cut left at the T junction and continue my pace. The stroll took only five minutes before a door embraces my eyes. It's the same door as the one the cafeteria holds. I place my right feet forward and the door slid open. Behind the door, two muscular men dress in military uniform stays guard.

Their face is tight, a face of a military man. I enter the room before one of the guard denies my entry. "Hold it!" he said. "This room is off limit! Only with the order of the Major would you be allowed to enter"

"Return to the hall" the one beside him order.

That is certainly odd. A room off limit to us. I wonder what are they hiding from us. What secret lies beneath that door. I retrace my steps to the T junction and this time I went north.

This way seems to be outstretch further than the both left and right hall combine. After twenty minutes, I came across the end of the hall. The door here is a steel door with a round window on top of it. I took a peek at the window but I couldn't get a clear picture, it's all dim. They really need to get this place clean.

I pull the handle and enter the room. It's a lab, with high tech gear all around. I could recognize some of the tools but not all. I'm not that interested in this kind of environment. One thing strikes me interesting is a piece of equipment stranded on the left side of the room.

A chair, amid a helmet on top with wires strap along to a screen beneath. The screen is covered in a titanium coating. My mind seems fascinated by the maneuverings of this contraption. I march my body closer to the machine only to be stop by a glaring voice.

"What are you doing in here?!"

My head snaps backward to see the source of the voice. The voice belongs to a woman belonging in a lab coat. Her eyes seem small; her miniature glossy lip locks me in a stale mate. The flaxen layer of her skin is unlike any I ever glace upon. She's Asian, Chinese I presume.

"I said" her voice getting higher. "What are you doing in here?"

"I'm sorry" I falter. "I was just walking by and... I saw this door and.."

"You decide to snoop around did ya?" she sneer.

Our eyes lock. Neither of us move aside.

"It's fine" the woman finally said. "I rarely have company here. It's kind of nice havin someone to have in here rather than just me"

Thank god. I thought. The last thing I would want to incur is provide more problems to come in my way causing the Major to kick us out.

"Dr. Carol May" she introduces herself.

"Lanelle"

"Nice to meet you"

"Likewise"

Our hands connect.

"Fascinated by our gadget eh?" she asks.

I arc my head for a complete glance. "Yeah. Sort of....What kind of lab is this?"

"A research lab" she plucks her lab coat hanging on the wall and soothe herself in it. "Our research is mainly focuses on the coherent method to conduct a subtle and yet effective interrogation... Everything that you see in here is conducted in an experiment to confirm whether the subject of interrogation could be subdue when their minds are interconnected through dreams or in a cataleptic state"

She continues her way through the lab, passing the chair I'm deeply intrigue about. "This piece of machinery here is our star... the golden in our stack!"

"What is it?"

"Well you see... this chair here is the crown jewel.. all our experiments have leads us to the making of this chair... You see this headpiece... The subject of the interrogation would have to wear this. Inside they will be hypnotize and they will be render in an almost unconscious state.. After the subject is close in a near sleep state in which we call it as a sub-degree conscious.. Their brain would be zap in enough energy that they would confess in any secret that they been withhold in them."

"Wow.. is that even legal?" I asks, handling my fingers on the malleable armchair.

"Everything done in the name of the military is legal in the eyes of law" she said.

The doctor seems nice and honest. Her face clearly treasures knowledge and I knew she's lonely working in this coop up world by herself. Seeing another person in here, another woman especially opens her heart and allows herself to be in a complete state of glee.

The door behind us creak open without neither of noticing until I feel a gush of pain well up behind me. The last image my eyes projects is the square tile floor.