Shadows in the Night
Catching a Breath
The man in Nikes walked across the room to me. I placed the most disgusted look
possible on my face.
He laughed. “Don’t look so appalled my dear,” his stomach curdling voice lead on. “No
need for worries. I just want to test out a new drug.” he began the lie. “You see, I hear this drug
cures asthma. No need for an inhaler, ever. But, it hasn’t been tested on humans. So you can
see me dilemma. This is where you come in handy.”
Shock, I had to look shocked. I can’t let him no that I know his secret. I can’t let him know
that I know how to escape this test. I opened my eyes wide with false surprise. I bit my bottom
lip nervously and bent my eyebrows with worry. I was never good at acting but I prayed it would
fool him.
“Now, now, don’t looked so surprised.”
Bingo.
“I’m just running some tests. It won’t hurt...a lot.” He picked up a long shining needle that
glinted in the light above me. He quickly shoved the needle in the midsection of my arm. I
squinted in pain. He smiled. Then tapped the shot in place as the fluids pored into my veins.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
No response.
“Believe it or not, that was the worst part. Here’s where the fun begins.” he spoke as he
walked into the the small room in the corner. The door shout and I could see him but began to
wonder how I could here him when his voice then filled the room. He was talking into a
microphone and told me the procedure. I mentally told myself the real procedure I would
undergo.
In the midst of his talking I noticed the green light flash to my right. I was thankful that I
noticed it and confused why it had flashed so soon.
I held my breath. I was 99.9% sure he hadn’t noticed. Or showed it at least. Time
dragged. I feared the second I couldn’t live without oxygen any longer.
Think. Think. Distract yourself. Jessica. Where was she? Was she yet to be another test
subject as well? Had she already been subjected to other tests. What if the teenager who had
helped me, hadn’t helped her? What if her test had been just as deadly as mine? Results=her
death...
New subject!
The weather today...I have no idea. Considering I’m trapped inside this awful place!
New subject!
I can’t breath. I can’t take it anymore. I have to let the flow of air reach my brain before I
pass out.
The room spun. I felt like I was falling. Everything went blurry. I exhaled my breath and
just as I took in a mouthful of poison-filled air, the red light flashed, saving my life. I could have
danced with happiness, if I wasn’t strapped to a table. I tried not to smile as the man in Nikes
walked over to me, a frown settled ion his face.
Victory.
“I could have sworn it was fool proof.” He mumbled under his breath.
Did he know? Could he tell I was holding his breath. I wasn’t smiling, was I?
“Well I’ll have to review the tests and send them in. You’re done for today.” he spoke
abruptly in an angry voice.
The locks holding me prisoner to the table unlatched and the man forcefully carried me
back to my cage. I didn’t fight. I didn’t struggle. I couldn’t. I let oxygen quietly fill my lungs and,
at the moment, was glad I was alive
possible on my face.
He laughed. “Don’t look so appalled my dear,” his stomach curdling voice lead on. “No
need for worries. I just want to test out a new drug.” he began the lie. “You see, I hear this drug
cures asthma. No need for an inhaler, ever. But, it hasn’t been tested on humans. So you can
see me dilemma. This is where you come in handy.”
Shock, I had to look shocked. I can’t let him no that I know his secret. I can’t let him know
that I know how to escape this test. I opened my eyes wide with false surprise. I bit my bottom
lip nervously and bent my eyebrows with worry. I was never good at acting but I prayed it would
fool him.
“Now, now, don’t looked so surprised.”
Bingo.
“I’m just running some tests. It won’t hurt...a lot.” He picked up a long shining needle that
glinted in the light above me. He quickly shoved the needle in the midsection of my arm. I
squinted in pain. He smiled. Then tapped the shot in place as the fluids pored into my veins.
“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
No response.
“Believe it or not, that was the worst part. Here’s where the fun begins.” he spoke as he
walked into the the small room in the corner. The door shout and I could see him but began to
wonder how I could here him when his voice then filled the room. He was talking into a
microphone and told me the procedure. I mentally told myself the real procedure I would
undergo.
In the midst of his talking I noticed the green light flash to my right. I was thankful that I
noticed it and confused why it had flashed so soon.
I held my breath. I was 99.9% sure he hadn’t noticed. Or showed it at least. Time
dragged. I feared the second I couldn’t live without oxygen any longer.
Think. Think. Distract yourself. Jessica. Where was she? Was she yet to be another test
subject as well? Had she already been subjected to other tests. What if the teenager who had
helped me, hadn’t helped her? What if her test had been just as deadly as mine? Results=her
death...
New subject!
The weather today...I have no idea. Considering I’m trapped inside this awful place!
New subject!
I can’t breath. I can’t take it anymore. I have to let the flow of air reach my brain before I
pass out.
The room spun. I felt like I was falling. Everything went blurry. I exhaled my breath and
just as I took in a mouthful of poison-filled air, the red light flashed, saving my life. I could have
danced with happiness, if I wasn’t strapped to a table. I tried not to smile as the man in Nikes
walked over to me, a frown settled ion his face.
Victory.
“I could have sworn it was fool proof.” He mumbled under his breath.
Did he know? Could he tell I was holding his breath. I wasn’t smiling, was I?
“Well I’ll have to review the tests and send them in. You’re done for today.” he spoke
abruptly in an angry voice.
The locks holding me prisoner to the table unlatched and the man forcefully carried me
back to my cage. I didn’t fight. I didn’t struggle. I couldn’t. I let oxygen quietly fill my lungs and,
at the moment, was glad I was alive