Caleb
The automatic door unlocked with a click and the smell of bleach hit me. Why must they use so much bleach? The lab was overbright but quieter now. Earlier, there had been screaming and moaning from the doctors’ experiments.
“Ah, Herr Doktor!”
Hunched over his microscope, he didn’t turn but his shoulders stiffened.
“How many times must a tell you I am not German!”
“Yes, but that’s what they call all the evil doctors in the movies though. Racial profiling if you ask me, but it suits you perfectly.”
I’m bating him. I can’t help it. He’s like a coyote in a trap. All snarl and no bite. He’s human and doesn’t stand a chance against me. He’s as wily as a coyote though, if half his background is to be believed.
The look on his face when I appeared back! I could tell he was torn be
