Artificially Intelligent

Chapter 3

        Then, everything fades to white. I wake up in a daze. It's dead silent. For all I know, I could be dead, or I could still be dreaming. Yeah, sure. First, I'll admit, I'm not smart enough to come up with this while sleeping. Second, I'm not a depressed teenager. Why would I come up with this? And finally, I typically wake up by this point. How could this be a dream?

        I finally feel steady enough to stand. As I rise to my feet, I get my first good look at the room. The celling is painted a blinding, platinum white, and the walls are vibrant, muted, purple wood. This place is burning eyes down to just the optic nerve.

        A new voice caves around me. "Are you awake?" it says, "I mean, for real this time. Yarn't passing out again, right?"

        "I don't plan to. Why?"

        "Never mind. My name's Helio." I look at him. He has red hair, blue eyes, and is strangely tall. Figure wise, he looks like the thing that you see out of the corner of your eye. you know what I'm talking about. The type faint silhouette you catch a glimpse of, and when you turn around, there's nothing there. But you know. You know you're being followed. You know you're being watched.

        "Like the heliocentric model of the solar system? Copernicus? Ne-never mind. Where the heck am I?" I ask.

        "Dead." he says nonchalantly.

        "Ha ha ha. Honestly."

        "If I told you, I'd have to kill you."

        "Thought I was already dead."

        He smirks and acts as though he would fire back a similar comment, but he swiftly corrected himself when a certain prick waked in the room.

        "Hello again Arsenic."

        "Nope, I'm out. Bye!" I walk over to where, theoretically, the door should be (the wall), but there is nothing there. I check all the other walls...nothing. I check the floor and the celling...nothing. There's a fifth wall that breaks the fourth wall where a door should go. Nothing. Stanly appeared from this wall, I think. "Where's the door?"

        "You don't get one, unless you say yes."

        "Yes...You lied to me."

        "To the question, idiot."

        "What did you call me?" My voice turned to a tone that was quiet yet menacing. The type a teacher has when you really tick them off, or one similar to a costumer service person who had to work overtime and is dealing with a very dumb customer. I haven't sounded that in a long time. It honestly scares me a bit. "I can and I will burn this place to the ground if I have to. Personally, I'd prefer not to be arrested for vandalism, but if needs must."

        "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. Something you care about is behind there."

        "Prove it."

        Stanly opens the angled wall to reveal my dad and Bindy. They are restrained by some sort of wax prison. My only thought is, "Who's the idiot now?"

         An expression glazes my face. Whether it's a smile or a smirk, I don't know, nor do I care. I run pass him while the wall's open. I quickly melt away the wax that envelops them, and we all run. At the end of the hall, there's a door! FINALLY! A door. We burst out of the hall and we all hit the ground before we realize the door is gone.

        "Where did the door go? Where are we? Who were they? What did they want? What was that thing that you did with the wax?" Bindy starts shooting questions at me, but I stopped listening.

       My dad sat a short distance away from me. I walked over to him. "So...um...dad...I uh..."

       "Do you know him?"

       "The old guy, yeah."

       "Who is he?"