21 Lies of the Wicked

"Stand back or I'll slit her throat" I held the knife near her neck, while my other hand embraced her shoulders, not giving her a chance to move. "Number 21, let her go and we can settle this down." Professor Flynn said calmly without a hint of fear nor hesitation in his voice. People with white uniform gathered around us with syringes filled with white fluid on their hands. I didn't know what to do but to keep her on my tight embrace, while the professor kept on saying words that I cannot understand anymore because I'm freaking the fuck out. Then the woman on my chest started whispering something to me. "Do it" she muttered, the next thing I knew there's a stinging pain in my neck and then I blacked out.