The Werewolf Experiment

Chapter 3

    I ran. I ran as fast as I could. Sometimes hitting the walls and frantically searching for these so-called weapons that I could protect myself with. I had no idea if there was a man who was chasing me. Or if he was searching for me. Maybe they just wanted to see how long I could run. From the corner of my eye, I see something glimmer. I quickly turn and realize that it was a small handgun. I checked the ammo and saw that there was only one bullet in the gun. There had to be ammo somewhere. Had to be. I continued running, feeling the burning in my lungs slowly increase. It came to a time where I had to stop running. I stumbled over my feet and fell to the ground. I gasped for air. Any air that I could get. Dying to fill my lungs until they stopped burning. Although that wish was short-lived. I felt a sharp kick to my stomach and was thrown onto my back. For a minute I couldn't even see. It didn't help my case with not being able to breathe.             "Boy are you slow girl, and easy to track." a large man said as he towered over me. He had a twisted smile on his face. Who was this guy? Did he find joy in killing innocent people? "This was way too easy." He added as he lowered his huge frame to mine. He placed one of his large hands around my throat and began adding pressure, little by little. I threw my feet around and grabbed onto his hand trying to pry it from my throat. These small seconds felt like hours. What little air I had left was escaping my body. I could feel my limbs losing strength to fight. I knew that I was going to die. This is how I was going to go out. Kidnapped in the middle of the night by some mysterious people and choked to death by some crazy man sent to kill me while running through a maze. As my arms lay flat on the floor now, I felt it. The small handgun with a single bullet in it. I grasped it in my weak hand and lifted my heavy arm. My hand was shaking the entire time and little did I know it would be my downfall. The man saw the gun in my hand and grabbed it with his free hand. He moved his hand in a swift movement and I felt a large amount of pain as well as a snap. A scream escaped from my mouth and echoed throughout the maze. I don't know what happened next because all I could see was darkness.                                                                                                                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~                 When I woke up I was in my room. My vision was blurry and my whole body hurt. I tried to sit up but couldn't. There was a sharp pain in my wrist. I looked at my wrist and saw that it was wrapped up. I could tell that it was swollen under the wrappings.                        "You failed your task. I hope your wrist will serve as a reminder of that." That female voice said.                  "What do you want from me?" I yelled at the ceiling. I held onto my wrist as it began throbbing and let my tears roll down my face. I was able to get off of my bed and stood in the middle of the room.               "Future failure will result in major consequences. Your survival is vital to the experiment, but don't let that make you believe that you are safe. You are not our only subject after all. You can be easily replaced." I waited to wonder if she would say anything else but she didn't. I lowered my body to the floor and cried. My arm was in serious pain and all I wanted was for it to stop. I wish I knew where I was. I wondered if anyone was looking for me and my friends. Not likely. The little voice inside my head replied. I hate to admit that it was probably right. Who would look for a group of homeless people? Everyone was probably glad that the streets were just a little bit cleaner. Glad that they no longer had to avoid eye contact so that they wouldn't feel guilty for ignoring us when we needed help. Glad they no longer had to hold their children closer because they thought we would grab them. Maybe my friends and I were better off here. At least here we had beds, we could shower and we were given food daily. If we were in the real world then we would be begging or stealing so we could survive. No. What was I thinking? This place was making me think that here was better than out there. At least out there, I would die on my terms. In here I could die tomorrow because I failed another one of their trials. I didn't even know if there would be a trial tomorrow. I had no idea how they ran things here. I had no idea how many days I had been here or even if it was days. For all, I knew it's only been hours. There were no windows. No clocks. No way to tell what time it was. It seemed like a single moment in here dragged on. The only noise I could hear was coming from me. I was sniffling and crying. I was sure I could hear my tears falling onto the floor. Was this some part of their sick game? Making this place so quiet. Did they want us to go insane?    I picked myself up from the floor and moved onto my bed. My eyes felt sore. They felt like sandpaper. My tears had dried on my face and I was sure that if someone looked at me they would be able to see the trail that they left behind. I felt empty. I held my arm against my body in hopes of finding a comfortable position. I stayed there in my bed starring at the ceiling and waiting for my eyes to begin to droop.                                                                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    I woke up, my vision was blurry. The blinding white light hurt my eyes. I sat up blocking the light from my eyes hoping it would become less painful. I looked down at my once white bedsheets, now stained in bright red. I pulled my hands away from my face and saw them covered in the same red as my sheets. I let out a scream. One that you would hear in a horror movie. 

    "Enough of that already would you." I heard the lady say. The one who always spoke over the intercom. Only it didn't sound like her voice came from the intercom. It sounded as if she was in my room. "I am," she spoke again. My head spun quickly to where her voice had come from. I was lost for words. There she was. Standing in an all-white jumpsuit. Wearing matching white hills. There was a trail of blood coming from her to my bed. I followed the trail back to her and now saw her holding a gun in one hand and Kane in the other. Only now did I realize that the blood had come from Kane. His face was swollen and bruised. There was dried blood coming from his nose and mouth. There were cuts all over his body that seemed fresh. It seemed that that was where all the blood was coming from. There was a lump in my throat. I was trying to speak but nothing came out. 

    "Wh-what happened to him?" I croaked out. It was barely above a whisper, but in this room, I knew she heard it. I sinister smirk came over her face as she looked between me and Kane.

    "I didn't do this. Don't you remember you, silly girl?"  I couldn't form words. My mouth was gaping open and closed like a fish. She let out an evil laugh, throwing her head back as she did so. "You did this to him. It was all a part of the trials. Either you live or he lives. It can't be both. Now I must say for two people who really like each other, you both sure fought hard. I mean I figured there would be some, 'No I can't do it,' or 'You should live and not me,' but nope. That's not how it happened at all. You two were ruthless. I guess we finally broke the bonds each of you had for each other." She chuckled. I couldn't help but look from him to my own bloodied hands. He was barely breathing. His head hung low and his shoulders sagged. I could hear him struggle to get air into his lungs. "Now would you like to finish him off or should I?" she asked as she gently wiggled the gun that was in her hand. 

    "No. Don't. You can't!" I yelled as I moved to get out of my bed. I fell hard on my stomach and tried to crawl to Kane. I had to save him. I had to, but suddenly I couldn't move. It was like I was paralyzed. I heard the wall mechanically open as two large guards came in. They both grabbed one of my arms and held me up. One of them grabbed a handful of my hair and made me look at the woman who was holding Kane. Tears were filling my eyes as they forced me to look at them. I wanted to shut my eyes but I couldn't. "Kane, I'm so sorry!" I cried out. I wanted nothing more than to hold him and comfort him. I would give my life just so that he could live. "Please don't. Please! Kill me instead. Kill me!" I cried. The lady smirked again. 

    "You see, that's not how this works. You both fought. He lost. Now he dies. That's what the rules were before the two of you began. Now stop crying girl." she hissed. I continued to cry being forced to watch as she shot Kane. His body fell to the floor limp and I was let go of. She walked out of the room followed by the two men. I crawled over to Kane finally being able to move and held his swollen face in my lap. His eyes were swollen shut so I couldn't see them one last time. All I could think about was that this was all my fault. I should have let him win. He would be alive right now and I would be dead. How could I think my life was more important than his? I held onto him as I continued to cry. His death was my fault. I killed him.