They Whisper

The Sacrifice

I see her sitting there, like an animal of prey unknowing of the predator that lurks behind them. She would have to be scarified. I still had my doubts, but I was a slave to the whispers now. They controlled me, like I was a doll, a puppet. But they told me soon I was to be a hero. I would save them all once I had the secret. All we needed was passage to The Underground, and this girl was our ticket there.

My finger wrap around the fork in my bathrobe pocket. The sharp prongs are a stark comparison to the fluffy robe that conceals it. The soft nape of her neck seems to be the perfect candidate. The whispers dissolve my inhibitions, I feel so in control, yet out of control at the same time. Her head is turned away, that will at least make it easier. Her face made her looks so helpless, innocent. The last thing I needed was second thoughts.

I stand from my chair, the whispers urging me on. They cheer for me, like I am their champion. My remorse melts away, this is for good. They require her body, but she is merely one sacrifice for greater cause.

I stand only a few inches away. My knuckles growing white around my weapon. I hear voices screaming for me to stop, but the ones egging me on are even louder. With a tremulous hand I begin to raise my weapon. She feels my presence behind her and turns her head ever so slightly to investigate the disturbance. She sees me, weapon poised. Her eyes seem to beg for her life, but she doesn't understand. This is for a greater cause.

With great strength and no remorse I plunge it straight into her tender neck. The prongs let out a satisfying squish as they penetrate her flesh.

She let out a gasping breath of air before falling to the ground. I pounce on top of her, gripping the fork to stab her once more. She feebly attempts to scream but the shock proves to much for her to bear. Tears stark streaming down her face and neck, the salty tears combining wit the blood gushing from her wound.

Around me chaos ensues as other scramble to escape me. They truly know nothing, I am saving them! All of them!

I start trying to pull the fork from her, but the flesh grips onto it, almost as if it knows more damage is to come if it lets go.

I hear the white coated men rushing toward me, yelling for me to stop. I need to act fast. Summoning all my strength, the whispers cheering me on, I pry it from the girls neck. She continues to cough and sputter, blood dribbling out of her mouth. Her attempts to fight back are sad, her childish attempts to slap me away. She wouldn't need to fight for long though, soon she would be hailed as a hero like me.

I plunge the fork into her neck again, blood pours out profusely. The crimson river stains my hands and runs down her shirt. She is getting weaker, I can feel it. One more and-

I feel the strong arms of the white coated men wrap around my own. Pulling me away from the sacrifice.

"Stop! Stop you fools! I'm saving you!"

They rip my weapon from my hand, pull me away from the girl. Nurses start to crowd around her , and I can see the pools of her own blood start to surround her tiny body.

"I need to finish it! She's our ticket to The Underground! We must listen to the whispers!"

They pull me further and further away from her, I can feel the fate of the world, slipping through my fingertips.

One of the men through me up against the wall and I feel the pain ripple through my spine. He pounces on top of me, pinning down my arms. The other grabs something off the counter. As he gets closer I see what they are, the yellow pills. The ones that put you to sleep, the ones that make you forget.

"No you can't! Please! I need to do what the whispers tell me please!"

It is to no avail. Against my will, a large white coated man with short blonde hair shoves the pills down my throat.

I can feel the world slowly start to slip into darkness, my muscles starting to relax. I try to fight it, but its to late. After a few seconds the blackness swallows me whole, and I am confronted by nothing but the black.