Heathens

Reality was not real but now it is

Jack- 13 years old

I started walking around my room. So much in my mind. I heard a loud bang. It was a lamp "Did I just?" I picked it back up and set it back on the green metal table with names etched into it. 'Felix, Jack, Dennis, Declan.' I only knew 3 of'em I didn't know who Dennis was. I shrugged. Suddenly, the automatic door opened. 

'Whats going on?' I asked myself. Then I heard foot steps. 6 sets. "Get on your knees!" I jumped to the floor covering my head. Slamming my bright blue eyes shut, I felt a bag being pulled on my head. I was pulled to my feet and I felt them pushing me to our destination. 'left 10 feet, right, straight about 3 feet, then we stopped for a minute. I heard someone press a button "To lab" We were in a elevator. 

Why do they need to put a bag on my head? Where am I going? Is this about yesterday? 

The Elevator dings and I get pushed frontward. I stumbled a wee bit but get my bearings. Forward 8 steps, then left for 9 steps. We stopped, the sound of a door monitor made me jump a bit.  As we entered the room I get set down in a chair. Darkness, still having the bag over my head. 

They place my wrists facing upward and cold Metal held my hands down, my feet the same way. They tore the bag off of my head. My eyes adjusting to everything around me. I was in the middle of a huge room. The walls were grey with what I presumed was blood. "Hello Sean. I'm Dr. Burgner the one who will be-" He paused. 

"Conducting your obliteration process." I started getting a worse feeling. "You're going to kill me?" I asked in disbelief. He chuckled and looked at a record folder. 

"So Sean did you know a Liza Young?" I looked down. "No." I said quietly. "What was that?"
 "No!" I yelled in his direction. I could sense he knew I was lying. One of his coworkers put a IV in my arm and some type of head scanner around my forehead. 

"How about a Mark Edward Fischbach." I felt my heart beating faster. "Shut the hell up." I growled. He smirked knowing that would hurt. "Poor little Marky. He had such a great mind. To bad you killed him-" 

The monitor started beeping. "I didn't kill him." I said with gritted teeth. "Oh yes you did. You gave him away by running off. Then you ripped his limbs off, carefully ripping his flesh off his bones. Taking his heart out of his chest, oh but the best part. You let him think he was safe with you. He screamed your name. 'Stop Jack! Help me! Why are you doing this' His screams of Agony and despair screeched. But you didn't even flinch. It's sick really."  

He walked around to the back of the chair. "You killed Mark." My stomach wrenched at the smell, it wasn't really here. It was a remembering smell. Marks rotten corpse, what was left of it. "No! I-I didn't kill him." I said trying to get out of this place. 

"Why did you kill me Jack? I loved you why did you kill me?" I looked up the whole room had turned into darkness. There stood Mark. I reached out, as my hand came in contact his eyes bled black blood. His skin falling to the ground with a slapping wet sound. I choked back tears. 

"What Jack? Can't face what you did? You know you're guilty." His voice turned dark and raspy. "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! You're Guilty Jack." His voice changed again like a cartoon hushed  little kid. He laughed, I looked at him. He had barely any flesh on his bones. 

"Stop!" I screamed I turned around and ran into the darkness. The wet slapping noise sounded like it was getting closer, as if he was chasing me. I didn't understand what was happening. "You can't run forever Jack! You need to wake up!" The thing said with the creepy cartoon voice. 

I felt it grab my shirt and pull me, my back hit something Metal and I opened my eyes. My body felt the cold but I wasn't cold. Like my Body could feel cold but it wasn't cold. I looked around and I was in a different place. I was in some type of large tank. Clear grey liquid surrounded me. I could breath but only move a small bit, as if I was encased in slime. 

I was naked and felt exposed. I moved closer to the window in front. It was like I was a monster being encaged for being what I was born.  

"Sir! We have a problem. Study #76521 is con-- not in si-u-ation." The voice was slow and hard to hear. What was Siuation? "We need to shut it down." "No way! I have been working with this for over seventeen years! We have lost good people to get this right. The Nan- are goin'a work this tie." 

When they spoke it was all jumbled and odd. Do you ever get the feeling like your mind started going three hundred steps a second? Yeah that's what I was feeling. Like I could run a hundred marathons at the same time and win them all. It was like I could see their profiles. 

The man on the left had three kids and a wife, he was cheating on her. He works all night and half the day. His name is David Ressa Halk. 

The other man's name was Quinn Pollie Keth. He was single and no kids. He worked here for only three years and hates it. He wants to kill me. 

I see everything in a wired system like a computer. The tanks glass started to slowly break open. Quinn looked terrified. But David ran to the door. I heard there thoughts. I heard the blood rushing through the veins. One's heart rate went faster and faster until I stopped it all together.