Short stories

Florescent lights

A cacophony, made from the taunts of the patients, floods the air as the fluorescent lights flicker on. One by one, the lights begin to paint over the darkness reaching every corner of the hall. Towards the end of the hall stood an undoubtedly attractive woman, her jet black hair tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her eyes gave no emotion as they hid behind a mask of glass. Her lips pinched together to form a taught line as she began her venture down the hallway. The patients screamed at her, yelling cat-calls and profanity alike as the security guards followed in her wake, glaring at her attackers. Her heels made a barely audible click above the intensity of the patients’ abhorrent cries, as she approaches and halts in front of one of the many gates of iron that keep the terrors of this place from the outside world.
    The woman lifts up a clip board on the door, flipping through the pages clipped to it. “Jacob. He will do.” she says in a monotone voice as she unhooks the clipboard from the door and hands it to the guards behind her. While a pair of the guards breach the barrier, dragging one of the patients out with them, she proceeds to the next cell, repeating her clip-board examination process and selecting a few others. This process completes in full several times, the guards throwing the patients out of their hiding holes and dragging them along to the next cell. William, John, Ethan and Nick are the ones called forth to do their duty, a duty they have no idea about in the slightest...