File #7 (on hold, I'm sorry)

Test 1

I steadily got up reaching for the knife looking at it with remorse, guilt, pain I couldn't place the feeling. It was a new feeling, something I was sure I hadn't felt in a while. I looked back to the screen as it flickered in and out of existence. I quickly look around the room trying to find anything I might need. Unfortunately, I can only find the set of knifes and endless rows of testing tubes with strange liquids. In my pocket I feel a ringing sensation and find it is coming from the strange device that the person talked to me with. I nervously press the golden button as it appears before my eyes putting in the earbuds. 

"Well, that was quite a show." The young man from before exclaims, "I didn't expect you to destroy our computer like that." The man pauses waiting for an answer, I manage a soft chuckle. "Well tell me one thing . . . can you do that?" 

"Yes", I squeak out trying to suppress my nervousness. 

The man sighs knowing that is all he can hope to get out of me, "did the word shown make you remember anything?" 

I freeze not expecting the question. Did I really remember something it seemed like I was trying hard to, but the memory felt like it was being kept from me. "I-I don't know. I was like my brain was trying to resurface a memory that was taken from me, did you . . . do this, did you take my memories" I asked innocently, perhaps naïvely. 

I hear a scuffle on the other side of the mic I try to make out the man's voice, there seems to be fighting. Then the man yells 'WAIT', then the com goes out and I don't hear anything anymore. I yank out the earbuds and put them and the machine back in my pocket. As a large blast starts echoing throughout the room. I suddenly curse myself wondering if that was the smartest idea. I look to the door that was separating me from the rest of this building, it stubbornly didn't open, 'that's not good' I think.   

There is a rumbling feeling around me, 'this is definitely not good' I think to myself. I can feel the rumbling around me red lights begin to flash all around, and a silent alarm can be heard from the outside of the door. The screen from before somehow turns back on with an urgent message displayed.

Caution: Number 7 Trial #1 Begins

'Oh no' I barely have time to think before the door to the rest of the building opens. I freeze knowing that whatever this is, it's some kind of text either to see how strong I am, or to eliminate me.  

Wielding my knife I cautiously poke my head out of the door, nothing. There is no sign of any test, monster sent to attack me, or even any people. I hold the knife out in front of me expecting an attack. I wait and stand with my back pressed against the wall in the hallway, I hold my breath for a count of ten. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, seven, Eight, nine, Ten . . . nothing.  

My body lays still against the wall, petrified knowing anything could happen. Then I hear it, a low growl that sends a chill up my spine. The sound is coming from my right, I turn to see that to my right all the lights are off leaving the right end of the hallway almost pitch black. 

I silently panic, but still a part of me wants to see what is there. I count to ten once more, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, seven, Eight, nine, Ten . . . silence. Whatever I am faced with in the darkness is waiting for me to make my way to it. But the lack of light will be a problem. Then one by one the lights to my right turn on. The light is dim but it is enough, the people orchestrating this thing must want to see my trial. Still holding the knife in front of me I instinctively make my way forward prepared to fight my way out if I have to. 

Not too long into my trek I find a door with a plaque next to it saying 'armory' unfortunately and predictably the door's handle is looked. 'Great'  I think knowing this could have been useful seeing as how I don't know what I'm up against. I pull out my small set of keys trying to open the door, neither of them work. 

As I place the key set back into my satchel's pocket I hear a low growl. The sound is close. . . then there is a warm and sickly breeze that I feel on my shoulder. Something tells me it's not just a warm breeze . . . 

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Sorry for the cliff hanger and the shorter chapter, but I think I'm coming down with some writer's block. Hope you enjoyed it, cause if not then too bad I can't fix that. 

-Artemis