Experiment

Magical Handcuffs

I feel heavy, but then again I always feel heavy. I have a thirty-pound chunk of metal in my head. Who wouldn't feel heavy? I open my eyes, and begin waiting for them to focus as they adjust to the strong light. I for some reason am not on the floor of my lab anymore. I am lying naked over a sheet on a crinkly bed, like a hospital one, white with an IV drop stabbed into my arm. But I'm not in a hospital. I'm in a strange magical room with a sky in place where the walls should be. The room stretches out for miles, the light blue sky decorated with slowly moving spiralled clouds. There are windows embedded into the sky, but I assume they either don't open or can't been seen out of. Just for show. There is a very long red carpet and a golden doorway at the end of it with a large padlock at the top. It's one of those magic doorways that turns into mirrors, I know from the history books.

"Well then - I'm glad you're awake," comes a voice that has the sickly sweet texture of honey and obviously belongs to an elderly person from behind me. I jump, startled and frantically look around, before realising my mistake and looking up. The voice belongs to a person currently suspended in midair. Well not a person exactly, but a God.

"Lord Death," I observe, having studied him when reading that scientist's books. Death has a black body, arrow-shaped and jagged. He wears very simple a mask without a mouth, yet I can still tell that he is smiling politely at me. But not smiling happily like he actually wants to see me. Just politely.

"Why am I here?" I ask.

"Oh," he states, not expecting that question. "You don't remember?"

I shake my head no.

"You were dying of blood loss. Being Death I saw your file. You piqued my interest, so I brought you back here to recover instead of letting you did. You've been here a day," he tells me.

"I was dying?" I ask with wide eyes and a pouting mouth. Death nods solemnly. I whine. "My experiment failed,"

Somehow the blank mask manages to show his confusion.

"Your...experiment?"

I nod. "I've so far been able to perform successful kidney transplants on rats and birds but this was my first time  trying it with a human," my mouth turns down. "I failed,"

"Er...Yes," Death awkwardly agrees. "When you were brought in I noticed you were missing a kidney..."

I feel a biting pain in my wrist, and look down. "Magical handcuffs?" I ask in confusion, before looking up at Death. "Why?"

"Oh well er..." Death looks uncomfortable. "You are a murderer you know,"

"I'm not," I correct him. "If someone falls asleep forever that's their problem. Failed experiment. My fault, I admit, but I have to keep going till I get it right,"

"How many have there been?" Death asks nervously, after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. I wonder why on Earth he is so interested in my experiments. Does he want to be one of mine? Or...no. I sit still, unmoving. The bed. The handcuffs. I an alone with him. I am his experiment!

"Five successes and..." I gulp in horror of what is to come, trying not to let my fear show. Will I fall asleep forever? I don't know how good a scientist he is! "Nine failures,"

"You killed nine people?"

"One...lived," he tell him. "That one was me,"

"Why do you experiment?" Death asks. This is confusing, but good. If I keep him talking like this then I can prolong his experiment, possibly long enough to figure out a way to get out of here. The mirror is a good place to start since it has a lock and is obviously an exit. So while I formulate a plan in my little grey head, I tell Lord Death my story. About the scientist and what he did, how he got the screw in my head. It is only by the end of the story hat I notice Death is crying. He holds a small tissue in his jumbo sized, gloved hands and blows his nose.