Short Stories

Fifty: Seven

 Seven days ago, I was the most popular person ever, and now no one would talk to me. All they do is avert their gaze and stare at the floor as if they wished it would swallow them whole when I passed by. When I entered any sort of conversation, the person I walked up to would shut their lips. Their face would turn pale and they would desperately try to avoid my gaze. I would try to talk to them, but the mask on my face prevented any sort of speech from passing through. The person would then run off as quickly as they could, leaving me in the dust.

I grumpily pulled at the cuffs, but only managed to trip myself as the chains were connected to the metal locks on my ankles. I landed on the cold concrete floor, the mask on my face clanging harshly against the concrete. The guard behind me pulled me up by the back of my collar, choking me for a split second. I went in to kick him, but stopped when I thought of what could happen if I did try to initiate a fight. Tugging my collar away from the guard's vice-like grip, I headed into the meal room. Well, my own personal meal room.

A plate of lab food, carefully measured by the scientists, was placed in front of me. Another guard behind the glass window put on a pair of special earmuffs and opened the door. I smiled, and he smiled at me while locking my cuffs to the table. When he finally got rid of the mask, I let in a deep breath of sterilized air.

"Thanks." I whispered. The sound, however, bounced around the room, creating a loud feedback noise. The guard gave me a thumbs up and left. I picked at my food with the plastic spoon they had left me, and I could hear the scientists briefing a new coworker behind the glass.

They went through the basics of my short backstory. I was at school when this sudden mutation kicked in while I was loudly laughing and managed to kill everyone in my entire school. Yada yada yada. While the story itself didn't bother me, I wished that it hadn't somehow got leaked. I wanted people to talk to me. The new scientist looked at me behind the glass, questioning if I was truly that strong to kill two thousand people. I nodded back at him, verifying the story.

"Can I talk to her?" My spoon dropped onto the metal table. Someone wanted to talk to me? I looked at them with widened eyes. The senior scientist nodded, and the newbie excitedly left the watch room and entered the meal room after a few minutes. He was all decked out in a yellow hazard suit made to absorb noise.

"Hi! I'm the new scientist! You're 007, right?" He held out his hand.

"Yep, I'm Seven. You may call me Wrath." I took his hand and shook it.