Playing God- ORIGINAL

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I lay on that cold metal table with my head buzzing. No, it wasn't my head, it was whatever that machine the man behind me was holding. Strapped to the table with Roxanna standing nearby writing down data and giving the man numerical data, I could only listen and watch.

"Yes, he passed." She finished after giving the man various numbers.

"Good, that makes it so much easier to mark!" he grinned.

"Spread your wings boy!" He hollered as he pushed my head down ever further in the table. Tears stung my eyes, as I knew because I gave that speech none of them would go easy on me anymore.

I tried to listen to him as I went to spread them, but as they spread, they came right back.

"Huh?!" He bashed my head down again and again, drops of blood came and Roxanna came grab his arm eventually.

"It's because of the medicine. I am not stupid, Balior, you can do your job without him doing so, and it is also much easier. Do not complicate this or I will tell them what you are up to." She glared at him.

"Tsk! Open wide!" He pulled up my mouth by his fingers and I felt something like a ball come in. As I tried to bite down and struggle, Roxanna reconfirmed with me that this is meant so I don't choke and die.

Bz, BZZ, Bzzz! The machine hollered as my screams echoed out when it touched my skin...

"Listen Mr. Carter, this is a reward for the test!" I felt the metal knick into my skin as blood splattered upwards, my eyes widened as I felt it slowly glide down. My mind wandered into another time...

"Ethan! Why did you stab me Ethan? Why?!" I was back in the arena, scientists surrounded the area with looks of horror on their faces. My mother had blood gushing out of her throat except she looked... normal, as if nothing bad had happened to her.

"What have you done, Ethan!"

"You were supposed to save her, Ethan!"

"Who could kill their own mother!?" One girl screamed!

Stabbing pains shot through my heart, the arena seemed to chill as the crowd stared in horror. Blood flowed from her neck, pouring onto the ground, yet the puddle seemed to never stop growing. I dropped her on the ground.

"This isn't real. You're not real! You're not real! You're dead. I killed the monster they made you! You're dead.!" I lifted the knife which was in the dust, ready to stab down when I dropped the slippery thing!

I went to pick it up, but I saw crimson on my hands, the scarlet seemed to be growing on my body as it made it was up. The puddle slowly filled the ground and continued, trying to drown me along with her.

I struggled, trying to remove it, trying to get it off me, but it continued onward, every small drop becoming two, two to 3, and the cycle repeated!

The sun seemed to get brighter as it, too, turned scarlet.

It reached my heart first, and as it did I coughed up blood, my knees soaking read by I continued to struggle. The blood from my chin soon reached my eyes.

A burning came with it as I screamed in misery, cracks appearing in the world as my head lifted upwards, smacking into the unknown. Light from the sun started to shine brighter than ever!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"