Infatuated

Subject 007: Angels of Death in White Coats

I quickly came back to the land of the living. It felt like taking my first breath. It was a little hazy, but everything came back to me... Was I dead...?

I could feel hands on my shoulders, wrists, and ankles. I thought it was Angels, but I soon found out they weren't... They were just men in White Coats. They were just Staff.

I looked up and around. The room was silent. The men above me were looking to me right. Well, in this case, they were looking forward... at somebody.

I raised my head, making a little noise. I could tell they already knew I was awake, but they seemed to be waiting for orders from somebody or... some...thing...

Beyond the glass, Dr. Frentz was standing there with two of his Assistants, who posed as Staff. Dr. Frentz was holding a clipboard and he was reading whether was on it. Probably about me. 

I looked at my legs... and I quickly found myself on an Operating Table. 

Wait... Was this room a...

I looked around at the shelves and trays with... Operating Tools... they certainly didn't look like the ones used for surgery.

It seemed like Dr. Frentz wanted me to take it all in. 

No... this was a... I was being put down.

"All right," Dr. Frentz began, waving his right arm, as if to gesture, "Let's get the Operation started."

After hearing those words, panic began crashing over me. I began screaming out in dear. The man who had hold of my shoulders reached over to a machine, while others held me down to strap me to the table. 

I thrashed and screamed out again, trying to fight the men.

I wanted to speak. I wanted to say n"No, please no." I was so overwhelmed, I started throwing my head around so the one man in White wouldn't put a mask over my mouth and nose.

Dr. Frentz ordered more men in White to come in to hold me down while the ones who was already there, insert an I.V. in my arm, and to put a mask on my face.

I kicked at the men at my feet and I continued to trash. 

I ended up smashing one of them in the face with my right foot. 

I swear I slipped. 

Two of the men in White slammed my head down, but that wasn't enough to hurt me. They were trying to get me to surrender or submit to them, but that didn't do any good as they thought it was going to.

I wasn't paying attention, but two of the men in White strapped my left ankle to the table.

That also wasn't going to work on me. I was still going to fight them. That's all I could do... Right?

I feel the men in White let go of my head and I tried to get up, but I got slammed back down on the table.

This time it hurt and it caused my vision to become a little bury. I think I was dizzy, but I could barley tell. 

I didn't have anymore focus, than I had before I was slammed down.

As the Angels of Death in White Coats begin strapping me down to the table in they're restrains of misery, something is telling me to stop and let them have they're way... but I don't want to. I wanted to fight until the black feathers that made up they're wings mere no more. Until they were no more. 

There's a sudden feeling in me. It won't go away. I am out of strength. I need... I need... I need.... I...

I have fallen into a hole in the path I walk down. The path that is laid before me. The one path that leads to my Destiny. I know what I should do right now. To keep myself from going insane, from becoming something I'm not... I need to find a way to climb out of the hole that was formed, drilled into the sidewalk. My path.