MidKnight: The Asylum [FINISHED]

Chapter 12: Questions Answered

Harold sprung forward, everybody still pointing guns at the other person. Why weren't they freaking out and firing at him? They weren't even blinking or moving, what was going on? He ran past the doctors and then into the bookshelf behind the Warden's desk, hitting his face, nose bleeding after the fact. He turned around and ran around the room. He felt like he was sprinting, but he looked around the room and down at his legs and he realized another impossible thing was happening--his legs were moving faster than Usain Bolt's.
He was running around the room faster than a car would be able to on a highway road, about 125 mph, he guessed. Meanwhile, the 4 staff members were still frozen, staring at each other with their guns pointed. What was happening to him?
Woah!, a voice exclaimed from inside his head, look at you, Flash! How in the world was Felix back.
Hey, there! Guess who? Maroon laughed. This wasn't right, they weren't supposed to be back yet.
I think that speed ya got there is speeding everything up inside you, as well as your legs! Are you hungry? Do you have to go to the bathroom? Do you feel old? What's going on?
"No, shut up!" Harold yelled at him. Although, he actually was hungry, the other stuff, not so much. "How are you guys back?"
Awww, pissed off because your meds to put as away didn't work?
"No, I knew it would wear off eventually, it just isn't supposed to for months."
That must suck.
Don't you see, Jerry, ole boy? It's a sign from the universe!
"No, it's not!"
What the hell are you still circling this office for god dammit! Go beat those 4 up!
Rip 'em ta shreds!
Knock 'em down!
Take their guns and shoot 'em till you have to reload! Then, go at it all over again!
"I'm not going to hurt the security guards, you idiots! They're my only help in this situation." Harold told them, speeding over to Dr. Owens and Dr. Walker and pushing them into the bookshelves after ripping the guns from their hands. Once he stood still, the world unfroze around him and the 2 doctors flew into the bookshelves, the guns falling on the floor.
The 2 officers stood and gawked at him. He stuck his hand out at the doctors on the floor, unarmed and incapacitated. "Yo, cuff them!" Harold commanded. Peters and Bentley snapped out of it and pulled their handcuffs off of their belts, placing them around the killers' wrists.
"Son, I'm just curious--how in the hell did you do that?" Peters asked. Harold shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm not exactly sure, but I think Dr. Walker might be able to fill the both of us in on that subject." He said, turning his head to face the monster.
Walker scoffed. "You seriously haven't figured it out yet?" Harold shrugged, looked at the 2 officers, then back at Walker. "Is it supposed to be obvious or something?" Bentley asked the doctors.
"The experiments, Mr. Marcus! My God, you are such a neanderthal! I needed a test subject for my multiple serums, I needed to see if the speed, strength and fear serums worked properly! It should not be this hard to piece together!" Dr. Walker laughed.
Harold sped at him, getting uncomfortably close until everything unfroze. Walker jumped when Harold popped up right in front of him. "Now," Harold, "if you don't want to die, right here, before you even know it, I suggest you shut up."
"If you kill me, you can't uncover everything you want to know!" Walker pleaded, trying to reason with him to save his own skin.
"Like?"
"Like how you're here after the Mayor killed you."
Harold stared silently for a second or two. "Tell me how."
"Only if you agree not to--"
"Tell me now!" Harold screamed in his face, louder than he ever has in an interrogation before.
Dr. Walker panting and gasped, on the verge of tears. "Okay, okay! Mayor Thompson brought you here after you were already dead. Before him, me and Dr. Owens and the Warden agreed to incarcerate you here, I'd already told Thompson that I knew how to bring you back to life."
"You revived me after I was already dead? What?"
"No, not revival. A month before you were brought in, I'd learned how to take DNA from a living subject and create a clone of that subject."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a clone of your past self, your consciousness was implanted into this new body of yours."
Harold sat back for a second to process everything, but then he realized there was a bullshit statement within his story.
"That makes no sense, you said you learned how to clone a living sample. You said I was already dead."
"Yes, that's the next thing. I told your Mayor I could create a new version of this for deceased samples. He didn't buy it at first, but the Warden vouched for my intelligence."
"You clearly aren't so intelligent. Bringing me back to life with a new body, torturing me and locking me up, then giving me enhanced speed and strength. You're done."
"No!" Dr. Walker cried, pulling a syringe out from his lab coat pocket, injecting it into Harold's neck. Harold fell to his knees, getting a sensation of dizziness and nausea. A muffled gunshot sounded and he could hear a fading howl. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed.