Aven rushed through the freezing hallways, silently crossing the maze of corridors. At least he thought he was doing so silently. The defeaning screams of the dying subjects echoed across his mind. The screams of the ones who died early. The screams of those with nothing to live for. He barely sustained himself from screaming at that second. He wanted to let it all out. But he couldn't waste a drop of his energy. With only 11 minutes left till the effect of the gas wavered off, he would have to move fast. Very fast. He started sniffing the air around him. The gas had a very pungent smell, just a whiff can keep you awake. He was already feeling drowsy. Without any traces of that gas, he could easily collapse into a deep slumber. This would give them the advantage. He wasn't going to let something like that be even thought of. Aven rounded different corners, sniffing as hard as he could for that gas. He knew it had to be on the same floor, it was only logical. Black tentacles seemed to wrap around his vision. He began stumbling. His breath became laboured, uneven. He couldn't sleep now. If he did, that would be the end of him. He pressed his ears to the wall. Nothing. He turned to another wall and pressed his ear to it, half hoping the beat of his heart would stop distracting him for a second. Still nothing. Fear gnawed at him, ripping him up. He needed that gas. He started hearing the shuffling of boots on the cold floor. He shook his head. The sounds were gone. He tried more walls, mostly just to distract his mind and keep it working. On the fourth wall, he heard a very soft hiss. Bingo. He began feeling for the pipes. His fingers landed on a small device nailed to the wall. Shit. Ok, he could do this. He slowly climbed up the pipe, trying as hard as he could to regulate his breathing. He finally reached the top and started biting into the device. It was cold. Metal. Not knowing what else to do, he started frantically punching it. Suddenly, the device sprayed right into his face. He instinctively shrouded his face to protect his eyes, causing him to lose his grip on the pipe and fall down. Pain flared through his body, acting with the gas to jerk him back to full wakefulness. Unable to help it, he began to laugh hysterically. His own weight ripped out the device. He slowly picked himself up and started running, not in a particular direction. That was when he heard the scream.
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Ciencia FicciónSociety is forcing criminals to participate in experiments that would allow them to understand the human nature better. But how far is too far?
