ENDLESS MARK III
"It all happened in one night..."
and confused my eyes open to the sight of a man in white. I try to move
but Iím stuck, stuck to a steel chair. The only thing I can think of
is "what are they doing?" Iím frozen with fear as the
tourniquet is put around my arm. The stranger grabs a syringe and fills
it with a purple liquid. ďWhat the hell is that stuffĒ? Visions of
my cell are spinning through my head. The screams of dozens coming from
just the other room. Watching the bodies of deformed victims dragged across
the floor like a bag of garbage. I guess after what they had been put
through thatís all they were. "Is this my time?" Is it my
turn to be a piece of meat for their games? No. It wont happen, not now.
As the strange man walks towards me I realize I have to get out of here.
He walks toward me, he inserts the needle into my arm and instantly I
feel a burning sensation in my arm. I scream with pain and fear. I seek
all the power in my body to pull against the restraints and it happens.
My arms come free, I grab the doctor and knock him out with several hard
punches to the face. I undo my leg restraints and head for the door, I
must stay stealthy for they have not realized Iím escaping. I must be
silent. I sneak down the hallways and avoid any contact. My skin burns,
my blood is boiling. I need to do something about this. I find an air
duct and decide its my best chance. I break the vent and start crawling
for my life. The duct is big enough to fit me pretty easily. I follow a
light which seems like an unreal shining hope for freedom. I kick out
another door of the duct and I find myself in a dimly lit room. This
must be the boiler room. I search frantically to find help but all I
find is half a dozen hot metal silos, and a table of tools. I search the
table for something of use but what I find is my only ray of hope. A
giant machete-like blade. I need to do something before this injection
takes me over. So I do what I have to do, I lay my arm on the table and
bite the collar of my shirt as hard as I can. In one fluid motion tears
fall from my face and I make the slice. My bloody arm falls to the floor
as I unleash a violent scream of pain. Now I realize I have a bigger
problem on my hands, Iím losing blood, and Iím losing it fast. I
walk up to the boiling hot silo and press my severed arm against it.
Searing pain sends through my whole body as I scream louder. Now that my
wound was cauterized I took the bag and tossed my severed arm in there
for the small chance I can reattach it later. "I needed to get out
of this hell hole." I crawl through the vent into another room with
one window. Itís a matter of life or death right now so I shatter the
window and jump out into the freedom of the outdoors. I run as fast as I
can away from that place. I hear sirens go off behind me signaling they
have become aware of my escape. I hide in bushes and ponds, I must get
out of there! This is too much for me and I feel lightheaded. I fell
unconscious and when I woke up I was in a warm bed.