Playing God- ORIGINAL

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Instead of trying to kill me, as I had watched them leap at me, the main reason was because they were trying to pin me onto the ground and stop the bleeding... and stop it they did as I was extremely lucky in the fact they did not try to kill me or experiment any more on me... They almost seemed to disregard my escape attempt.

Unluckily,however, the liquid started to take effect, and I started to have vivid hallucinations where their faces were contorted. They would be smiling, but it would be as if they were acting happy.Their face became a facade, because the smiles they put on, their eyes turned around. Their eyes seemed to have traces of longing, of brokenness. They seemed to want more, but be unable to express it or take hold of themselves.

This one girl seemed to put her hand against my cheek, which made me see those eyes were completely devoid of truth...This situation was so much more complicated then I took it to be...The hallucinations slowly seemed to take everyone's head and bodies, and make them become skinny as they spiraled together into a pitch black darkness...

When I woke up, this time I was not facing towards the ground, but rather strapped into a chair which had slits behind it where my 'extra parts' were strapped in. A man stood in front of me, wearing a physician's outfit. Greying hair seemed more evident since the last time I saw him.

Hopefully, I caused him plenty of stress.

"Good morning, Mr. Carter." He merrily exclaimed.

"Stephens." I glared viciously.

"I'm glad you remember who I am. After all, I guess one could say I made you who you are today." He cackled

"And I am glad your still alive. After all, I will be the fucking one to kill you" I spat out as I tried to move my body forwards, but the belts cut into my skin, allowing me no such movement. I tried to persist by grinding my teeth and gripping as hard as I could onto the chair. Nothing good happened except I was short of breath by the end and blood trickled down from the bindings cutting in.

"Listen, everyone is like that at first. I don't blame you, hate you, or despise you. I took away what was you, and gave you, YOU! No need to thank me, I know you will eventually. I'm only here for a few minutes, I had to make sure you woke up without any major damages to the 'roots' or else we would have to perform more surgeries..." he went behind me and started pulling, rubbing and pushing on different spots of my back.

"What is this place?" I asked, staring forward.I knew nothing good would come for now from struggling.

"Alcatraz, or rather that's what the people call it." He seemed unsurprised.

"Why?" My head turned towards him slightly.

"Because, well, let's have someone explain it to you later. See with your own eyes, believe what see as for yourself. You can consider this either an opportunity, or perhaps you can consider this a hell on earth. I prefer the latter." He walked in front of me, the sound of rubbing ripping soon followed as his gloves were removed.

"Will I always be stuck in this hell on earth?" I looked him dead in the eyes.

"Mr. Carter, I hope to make myself clear this one time, as I want us to start off well. You have potential, and as I watched you grow up, I know you are a very bright boy. Yet to me, right now, your nothing but trash, your family is nothing but trash. You have to prove your worth to me. You have to prove that you belong! I don't care if you were a Calahan, Edwards, Jones, or any of kind of fucking family with a name, because if I want to, I can make YOU Ms. Carter, Ms Jones, Ms Edwards, the bearded woman or the god damn boogeyman! I can make you the complete opposite of what you are, who you were. If I wanted to I could make you spell your name backwards for the rest of your life and believe it was completely correct and punctually perfect. "

He paused for a brief moment.

"Orr, we can do this the right way, and I can make you a king. A god. A man who all the people a cross future ages look up to. When you realize who you are, what you are, you won't be trash anymore like the rest of humanity! You. Will. Be. Unique. One of a kind. So I want to make myself clear this one time, as I believe one day we may move past what has happened and become friends, colleagues. Wishful thinking,I know, but if you try anything stupid, then I will bring the whole world down on your fucked-up back!" He stared angrily back. If looks could kill, I would have been ground to dust and pissed on by cats.

He turned his back towards me, "Trust me, Mr. Carter, I truly mean what I say. But the answer is yes, you will. Soon, within a couple days if everything goes smoothly, you will meet

The Flock"