My Original Characters and Random Shorts

Drops

Drip... drip... drip...

Tiny drops of water splashed into the middle of Janus' forehead. He had his eyes closed. He was strapped to the table so tightly he couldn't move. His fingers and toes tingled.

One of the scientists had heard that this would make him insane. They had decided to give it a shot. They'd had him for thirty years already. He had been on this table for two months.

Drip.

Beginnings.

Drip.

Endings.

Drip.

Choices.

Drip.

I am Janus.

My name is Janus.

I am not crazy.

Janus twisted suddenly, trying to move even an inch. He wrenched his arms up, earning a quiet creak of protest from the wood. It did nothing to increase his mobility.

The door opened and a young woman bounced in. Annie. She was the daughter of one of the scientists, and about as smart as a pile of manure. She squealed when she saw Janus, he knew she found him attractive and hated the fact. 

"Hello!" Annie screeched, bounding to Janus' table prison. "What's this?" She cupped one hand over the water, giving Janus a bit of relief.

"It's torture," Janus said, surprised to find his voice little more than a whisper. He thrashed against the bonds with so much force, one of them bit into his wrist and began to bleed.

Annie moved her hand and the relentless dripping continued once more. Janus made a quiet noise of complaint, closing his eyes again.

"Are you here to save me?" Janus asked hopefully.

Annie crossed her arms and looked at him. "Are you going to tell me your name?"

Janus went cold. "I already have... remember? Henry?"

Drip.

Make it stop.

Drip.

Anything to make it stop.

Annie shook her head. "You aren't Henry. You lied when you said that. Tell me your name, and I'll set you free. After it is verified."

Janus cursed mentally. They had likely figured out that the symbol he had tattooed in the palm of his right hand was symbolic of something. The symbol was the old Greek symbol of his namesake. If the scientists were able to figure out how to do an internet search for it, they would find his name in the blink of an eye. He couldn't have that.

"I can't do that."

"Then you won't go free!"

Drip.

If they figure out mind reading technology I'm as good as dead.

Drip.

This is worse than the fire. Can we go back to that? At least then my name wasn't in jeopardy.

Drip.

Annie was staring at him. Janus could feel her gaze.

"Horus?"

By Olympus... she was going to start guessing. Based on that guess, it was going to be mythology based. As long as she stayed with the Egyptians he would be fine. He stayed silent.